When I set up this blog, I didn’t think too hard about what I could write about. “I’m a pretty interesting guy,” I told myself, “and a decent writer to boot. I’ll just write about the stuff I like to do.” I suppose my life isn’t the thrill ride I imagined it to be: the last substantial post I wrote was almost two and a half years ago. In that time, this website’s layout has gone through two major redesigns. Apparently, I enjoy the design process; I might as well write about that. Read more »
Last Tuesday, a friend of mine snagged tickets to a pre-screening of the new film Tron: Legacy. I’ll say this: even though I’m a fan of the first Tron, my expectations were low. But, as it turned out, I won a free Snuggie.
Oh, and the movie was okay too. I wrote a review of the movie for EarnThis, a pop culture blog run by a good friend of mine. Go take a look!
So I went ahead and applied the theme I’ve been working on to the WordPress installation running the website. I’m pretty proud of it – it works great in Chrome, Firefox and even modern versions of Internet Explorer, which has traditionally been the last bastion of standards noncompliance. It also looks better and was easier to code than the ill-advised “make everything enormous” theme that preceded it – not that I ever got anywhere with that layout. Read on for more information and a list of what’s still to come!
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you – you, my doting audience of prospective employers and creepers who Google me, wayward clickers from The Cavalier Daily Online Edition, and e-mail-harvesting spam bots. Excitement is on the way.
Ever since I first discovered the Philly Taco – a cheesesteak wrapped in pizza – in an article about “The Great Philly Cheesesteak Book,” I knew I had to have one. I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, especially those of the gastronomical variety, and the idea of combining two of street food’s greatest hits had me positively giddy with excitement. I was pumped, amped, jacked and stoked. For weeks, I dreamed of them, and I knew I had to make it happen.
But there was one problem. Philly Tacos (obviously) live in Philadelphia. I do not.
The Sandwich Party has become a semi-regular occurrence at my place. Last week, we invented the Mr. Manager, a sandwich cobbled together from the cheapest of the cheap foods at Kroger. Microwaveable bacon, barbecue and fried chicken came back from the brink of expiry to join forces with cheese and a fried egg on leftover sesame-seed buns. Then there was beer, “Da Ali G Show” and a late-night trip to IHOP.
What makes a perfect breakfast sandwich? The question is huge. But it’s important. What separates the history-making breakfast sandwiches from the flops?
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