…but my life has now turned into a Nike commercial.
At least it’s got a good soundtrack.
If you’d like to retain the services of the Rev. A. for your non-denominational matrimonial needs, please note that from now on he will charge $200 per time zone of travel with an additional fifty gajillion dollars per screaming infant on the red-eye flight home.
Thanks to Patton Oswalt, I now have two lovely phrases to motivate my ass to Get Shit Done:
1) rapestove – A creative project that must be done even if the end product is awful.
2) failure pile – Food that I know is not just unhealthy, but soul-crushingly unhealthy, yet I eat it anyway because I’m too lazy to get something proper.
You’ll have to listen to Patton’s Werewolves and Lollipops for explanations.
JASON: So, maybe today’s update will be perfect and amazing and–
ADAM: [Shoots a withering glare that could strip the hide off a buffalo.]
JASON: See, that’s the difference. I see it as a shiny black box…
ADAM: …and I’m covered in black box juice.
“Journey”
“Life-changing”
“Amazing”
“Chafe”
1) Despite eating a burrito and a taco before Ratatouille, I was still hungry. Brad Bird, you are the man.
2) I have now officially entered Ironman New Zealand. Holy crap.