Entries from December 2008

December 31, 2008

Parting Shot

December 30, 2008

Pigish new iPhone Apps

iRag
Let’s you program your wife, girlfriend or girlfriends menstrual cycle into a calendar. based on your clues. Will re-route communications during that period (pardon my pun) to your preferences.
and not to be chauvinistic
iBag
Pretty  much the same thing for women but it allows you to program in your husband, boyfriend or boyfriends paydays in for similar [...]

December 30, 2008

Keith Warshaw & Company was Cool.

Almost not Salt Lake – I bought my first skateboard there.

December 29, 2008

Shoveling

Is bad for your driveway.

December 26, 2008

Top 10 [ Happy ] Experiences of the Year

THE 2008 ILLUSTRATED EDTION
10. An Afternoon Drive from Torrey to Escalante

A sunny few hours of ‘work’ that made me realize why some people are so angry; “They never got to do this.”
9. Predicting Hillary Clinton would be Secretary of State (twice.)

Even before my man, Obama won. (Horrible photo of me, but I didn’t take it.)

8. [...]

December 24, 2008

Warren’s Jar

It’s very well known
And known from afar
There’s something special
But no one really knows
What’s in Warren’s Mason Jar
Hotel Marmalade
Marinated Hearts
A Great Big Party with Dancing Girls
David Allen Coe’s Beard
Backstage Mayonnaise
Cigarettes and Pop Tarts
What’s in Warren’s Jar
Doesn’t really matter
How he likes his coffee
Or his ring beer-battered
It’s well known
And in fact it’s bizarre
There’s something really weird
in Warren’s Mason [...]

December 24, 2008

Now if I can just figure out how to fit my Flickr’ in my Twitter and hook my Facebook to my Blog . . .

I’ll be good.

December 23, 2008

On the Road with Steve

Or

You Can’t Be Too Personal on T’Internet These Days.
Plus this one is pretty clean — and you deserve a Christmas Present

December 23, 2008

Worship Pigs? I’ve got your new Religious Icon here.

Pigs are pigs. Miracles are Miracles. I’ve got one of each right here.
Pigs are pigs. We know they have no self control. They’ll eat anything and shit where they eat.
They’re really only cute when they are babies. But when they become hundreds of pounds of compact white flesh, no one could care less for them.
Until [...]

December 22, 2008

Follow Me on Twitter

http://twitter.com/srjerman
Why not? You follow me everywhere else.