Category — Domestic

Actually, it was yesterday, but close enough.

Ten brownie points for someone that can #1) tell me the first website created, #2) what is it about, #3) why would this site continue for 25 years?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Ok, enough wasting of space.

The answers!

#1) Symbolics.com

#2) It’s a personal blog by Aron Meystedt. Imagine that…

#3) Who knows. It was a trick question! Sneaky!

Check it out. Or don’t. I’m sure he’s gotten a TON of hits over the past few days as more and more articles talk about this “epic” achievement.

And to think, we went from symbolics.com to http://www.theworstwebsite.com/.

And who says evolution doesn’t exist…

Meat thermometer: a thermometer used to measure the internal temperature of meat, especially roasts and steaks, and other cooked foods.

What it looks like:

Now, why is Meat Thermometer the word of the day? Evidently, it’s more exciting to take one to a movie theater than to actually use one in the kitchen. Or it is to this dude.

A man is recovering from being stabbed in the neck with a meat thermometer after asking a woman to silence her cell phone in a movie theater, a sheriff’s department official said.
The stabbing occurred Saturday at the Cinemark 22 theater at 2600 West Avenue I in Lancaster, according to Detective Richard Cartmill of the Lancaster sheriff’s station.

The theater was packed for a 9 p.m. Saturday screening of the Martin Scorsese horror movie ‘Shutter Island’ when the victim complained about a woman near him who was using a cellphone during the show.

She and two men with her left the movie theater.

Two men returned a few minutes later and stabbed the victim, said sheriff’s spokesman Steve Whitmore.

The victim was hospitalized but is expected to survive.

Two other people who attempted to help the victim were also injured in the altercation.

Sheriff’s officials describe the suspects as black males.

One man was wearing an orange hat with an orange jacket or jersey.

The other man was dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt.

Anyone with information on the attack is asked to contact the Lancaster sheriff’s station.

Meat Thermometer.

Yes, not a knife, not a gun, not even a shiv. Meat Thermometer. What “homeboy” goes to a movie theater carrying a Meat Thermometer? Who does he think he is? Wolfgang Puck? Emeril? Martha Stewart? Was he skipping his culinary class? If so, did the news just not publish that one dude was wearing a cooking apron so that he wouldn’t COMPLETELY lose his street cred?

Hope he gets his “hood” card revoked, because wow. Meat Thermometer.

FULL STORY

Ok, I couldn’t resist. Going to have to find a new means to protect yourself from the evil Microsoft. If you’re a female and get offended, you should probably not read this. At all. Just a warning.

Yes, the iPad has been delayed! *gasps*

Why is this important for society to know that THE iPAD HAS BEEN DELAYED? It’s not. But with Steve Jobs & the Apple-ites naming something the “iPad”, ManVBlog would like to take the time to come up with some one-liners and such to ready those of us in desperate need of the weekend to start early.

So… Let’s get it on! (Man V Blog is not responsible for the bad sense of humor, just lack of good taste)

• Did you see that flood after the iPad was released? Yeah, apparently the “Gates” were no longer protected. (Bill Gates… Yeah…)
• At least there’s no period in iPad.
• Users are expected to change their iPad at least once a month.
• Is that old iPad not big enough for your needs? Try the new Max-iPad!
• At least you won’t have to worry about setting off those hot “flashes” with this pad. (It isn’t Flash compatible… get it?!?)
• I wonder if the iPad is compatible with my current package? (Data package, that is)
• Brings a whole new meaning to “touch sensitive”. Look at Apple’s site, it says “with the touch of a finger”.
• How soon until someone makes a rumble pack feature for the pad?
• The iPad works in ANY orientation! (Really, did Apple not read what they were writing about their own product?)
• The iPad switches between “wide” and “full” after double-tapping. What other pads can do that?

*Done by myself, used with my own permission,
and if I find someone else using this, I will make you buy me one!*

For the REAL article this was based on, GO HERE.

Alright, so, after being stared out by someone in my household for making Wednesday “Women Wednesday”, I have decided to change formats rather than suffer the wrath of sleeping outside “for as long as you both shall live”. I’m happy to oblige, of course.

So, Wednesdays at ManVBlog shall now be known as “The WERD”. You can take this 1 of 2 ways… Or I suppose a 3rd.

1. I left out an I.
2. I replaced an O with an E because I’m tragically hip.
3. I am spoofing Stephen Colbert.

For the inaugural WERD Wednesday, I thought I’d start it out by doing a little ditty to the “Gilligan’s Island” theme song. Just be glad I haven’t set up my studio yet to do videos.

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful dip
That started from a garage port
Located on the Vegas Strip.

The tosser was a mighty drinkin’ man,
The pongs were fast and true.
Ten cups of beer were laid that game
Set for a weekend splurge, a full weekend splurge.

The shots had started getting tough,
The beer was growing warm,
If not for the courage of the fearless one
The Bud would be doomed, the Bud would be doomed.

Inspired to go play yet?

And yes, there really is a World Series of Beer Pong.

The 2010 tournament season gets underway in July, and there are tournaments throughout the US that you can enter in hopes of gaining entry into the WSoBP (or you can just pay your entry fee, which includes a hotel room, but doesn’t it sound better to say “We won the Tricky Dick’s Pub tournament!”). The top prize is 500 Benjamins ($50k).

If ManVBlog had a nice sponsor, we’d go to cover it. *charity cause?*

You can also read this article on MAXIM online (or in the March edition with the blonde hottie Kaley Cuoco from The Big Bang as the covergirl).

In honor of FREE PANCAKE DAY at IHOP (find your location HERE), ManVBlog would like to present to its avid readers a history of the pancake.

*grabs a pipe and sits down by a fire in an expensive (but not too revealing) robe*

The modern pancake can trace its roots back to the Romans. While Maximus Decimus Meridius was otherthrowing the Roman emperor during its gladitorial games after Joaquin Phoenix killed the other emperor what’s his name, the people in the stands could have been eating a “Alita Dolcia” (Latin for “another sweet”). These early pancakes were made of flour, milk, eggs and spices and were eaten like a flatbread sandwich, in which you could add honey or meats to it (not to be confused with the flatbread sandwiches from Subway).

The first recognizable pancakes came about during Medieval times, when you could enjoy a savory griddle cooked pancake while you watched your neighbor suffer from the Bubonic plague. These were particularly enjoyable during the Easter season, especially on Shrove Tuesday (or, as you might know it, Mardi Gras). Known by many names (Germany = hearty potato pancakes; France = crepes and galettes; Ireland = Boxty; Scottland = drop scone; Indonesia = dadar gutung; India = poori; China = bao bing), pancakes are a global phenomenon that can be enjoyed in any language. In Sweden, Thursday nights are considered PANCAKE NIGHT (as dessert), something that has been done since the Middle Ages and enjoyed thoroughly after a rousing bowl of pea soup.

The Native Americans in the United States had a concoction called “nokehick” and the Dutch Americans had a buckwheat variety that they called “panekoeken”. In 1745, you could order “hoe cakes” (because of what they were cooked on) and get pancakes, unless you were in an unsavory location. The word “pancake” did not even come into existence until the 1870s.

And that leads us to today. Oh IHOP, you festive company, you! Toying with our inner pancake taste buds that have been “evolved” over time so that they lay within our very DNA. We have truly adapted a pancake nerve that any time we hear the word “PANCAKE”, we sprint to the nearest pancakery like a baby drinking a cappuccino. Pancakeness, oh dear pancakeness, I salute you. Now, pass the syrup.

A MORE DETAILED HISTORY OF PANCAKES CAN BE FOUND HERE.