and by daily i mean...

So, I’ve decided to start blogging my Web findings-of-the-day (on a non-daily basis). At work I’m constantly coming across brilliant sites and interesting news bits that I think I might want to reference later. Most of these get shot to Tybot’s gmail in rapid succession with nothing more than a "so cool!" or other equally descriptive subject line as intro. I think he might appreciate me sharing these a little more constructively.

Today I have two sites that struck my fancy:

The first –- Triangle Battle. The loading page is clever and the interactivity gives the site a novelty value before you even get to the content, which is also good. How could I not be in full support of something that incorporates music, charity and plastic figurines?

The second Web site belongs to this 100% authentic little Mexican joint next door, which I frequent without remorse on a monthly basis. I promise you will not regret clicking every link on the site – the Flash animation is a treat. Follow it up with a vegetarian fajita burrito and now you’re really talking.

succulents

My brother-in-law introduced Babetron and myself to succulent plants. They are amazing and we both really like them. We decided to plant some of our very own. Here is a photo:

Hopefully someone can look at the photo and tell me exactly what we just bought. I think one of them is a "jade" plant, but I'm really not sure.

I. AM. IRON MAN.

(Disclaimer: for those of you who are interested in wedding video and photos...they are on their way. This post, however, is pure pop drivel.)

With the Iron Man movie coming out tomorrow, I've been constantly humming Black Sabbath's tune of the same name over and over and over in my head. So when I got to work today I wanted to look up the lyrics so I could actually sing it. To my surprise, the lyrics and song are completely awful. The only really great element to the song is that classic rift performed by Tony Iommi. But as soon as Ozzy steps up to rock the mic, I just want him to stop ruining the great guitar sound.
Now I know Sabbath has some notoriety as being a dark predecessor to modern metal, and Osborn is supposedly some rock legend. But with the exception of War Pigs I can barely sit through anything the man sings.


Regardless, I'm looking forward to seeing the movie at some point this weekend. The idea of a post rehab Downey Jr. playing a booze saturated crime fighter is almost too perfect to pass up.

New Camera

Babetron and I bought a new camera last night so we can video tape the wedding. I can't wait to go home and figure out how it works. The blog will undoubtedly benefit from some DIY video posts in the future.

Eight more days!

Do I like Radiohead enough to spend $400 for tickets?

It's that time of year again. The time of year when I sit myself down and try really, really hard to rationalize spending the amount of money necessary to go to Lollapalooza. For the third year in a row what's-his-name from Jane's Addiction comes to Chicago and throws a concert that lasts for three days and three nights. And every year it's the same dilemma for me. There are the one or two bands that I actually want to see, and about 50 or so other bands that I don't really care about. But once you're inside the gates you feel obliged to stand in the crowd of musty damn-bros and stoners watching Lady Sovereign or some other b-list artist that you hadn't heard of two days earlier--the whole time thinking about how you'd really much rather be some place else entirely. I have gone to three "Music Festivals" since living in Chicago. And every single time I swore it would be the last time.

Now that I know Radiohead is going to be playing this year, the decision really couldn't be any more difficult to make. Not that Radiohead is my all time favorite band or anything. But I like OK Computer and Kid A quite a bit. I know Babetron will want to see them. And to be honest I don't really know how many opportunities like this I'll ever have to see Radiohead perform. And of course, if I don't go, then every person I meet who did go will go on to say something like this, "Oh man! It was AWESOME! It was like the best live show ever performed. Seriously. You totally missed out."

Every child has an awkward period.

It looks like mine was somewhere in between the ages of 5 and 10. And then again sometime in high school once acne kicked in.