Green, Red, Yellow, Yellow, Blue.

I've been exposed to Guitar Hero and it has borne in me a desire to shred. I want my computer avatar to rock all night long and party ev-er-y day. I've long wanted to rock out on the guitar, and now I can, by proxy.

My lack of ownership of a gaming console (aside from my beloved Nintendo 64) means I can only throw down when invited by others. But when Guitar Hero III comes out for the Wii, I might just take that step.

With a pocket full of shells.

Quarter Life Crisis

An awesomely brief podcast featuring John January of American Copywriter talking about the "Quarter Life Crisis" that twentysomethings go through when they finish school.

Good stuff.

You're only as old as you feel.

Cheerwine.

Seriously guys. Drink this stuff. I tried it for the first time three weeks ago, and I am firmly in the Church of Cheerwine. I'm a Cheerwinist, devout follower of Cheerwinism and believer in He Who Is Cherry. I'm casting off the shackles of my noodly God and forsaking my ties with Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. Instead, I'll now proselytize to other about the joy of Cheery Cherry Soda.

Cheerwine for one and all. The Cheer starts here. A Cheerwine in every glass. Weapons of Mass Cheerwine.All other sodas, nay, all other liquids pale in comparison to the rose tinted nectar of Cheerwine. It's a unique combination of cherry, win, and awesome. It has no equal. It is without compare.

It is as if they bottled sunshine, infused it with a rainbow, made it cherry flavored, and then shot it into space. In that icy vacuum it was exposed to whatever things are exposed and returned greater, stronger, and more flavorful than it left our world.

Thank you. That is all.

I really like it.