here's a gif from my real life...
here's a gif from my real life...
I guess this is the best place to put this.
A couple of winters ago I stayed in the Hard Rock Hotel on North Michigan Avenue in Chicago. Overall, the hotel experience was excellent, but there was one incident that I feel is my civic duty to report to the masses.
It was Sunday morning. Early, in my book. Of course, in my book the average human goes to bed at 3AM and wakes up at 1PM. So to classify it as early for normal folk just wouldn't be reporting the facts, Jack. But this story doesn't involve normal folk.
The snow-covered sidewalks outside gleamed with a certain dirty pride, as if it were silently taunting "ha-ha, I'm still here, you feeble human. You can't melt me, but I can freeze YOU!" in a superior tone. I don't care much for snow, nor do I care much for boastful precipitation - so I quickly looked away. I found the building on the other side of the street to be kind of mesmerizing. It was rather large, and had these big windows all over the place, repeating in a lovely, unbroken pattern.
I decided to take a picture of the building and its windows, from behind the windowsill, shadowboxed in by the curtains and walls of the hotel room. Seconds before I snapped the picture, I saw what looked like some frozen, solid sheets of snow and ice fall to the ground from the building. It would have been cool to get that falling, but I was too late on the draw.
Wait..... un-broken pattern ...?.. something is amiss with that statement, I think to myself.
And I was right.
What the? Broken glass? Did that window just break?? Did I see glass falling, that wasn't sheets of ice and snow??? Is that a person behind it????
I stared for about 30 seconds..... the figure in the window didn't move. It was like they were looking at me. Was I a witness to something? Were they counting the floors below me so they could somehow track me down??
Nonono, calm down, son! Its probably a mannequin or something, thats their studio.... stop being paranoid.
Still curious, I decide to zoom in for another pic.
Not only am I SURE of it being a person now - THEY'RE STARING RIGHT AT ME! AND STILL NOT MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!
I freaked out. Are they pointing at me!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
After yelling "What the HELLLLLLLLLLLLL?!??!" and halting my brain's constant teenage-like "omigod omigod omigod" chant, I calm down.
And I wait a few moments behind the curtains, and then zoom in again.
And I just started laughing.
Zoomed in again.
Mr. T "broke" the window.
Touche, North Michigan Avenue apartment or business building dweller. You got me. It was only a minute long freakout, but you got me. Well done.
I am seriously impressed that someone took the time to provide the illusion of a broken window and set up Mr. T directly behind it so that people would think he either did it or blamed you. I wonder how many people have had the same freakout I did over this.
That's pretty good. Would have loved to have witnessed it.
Would like to add that my wife laughed her ass off about the Mr. T picture set.
Went 4wheeling on the coast.
Nice ride. Is it yours?
Is Ken your co-pilot?
:) We are destined to meet someday, GayPalm.
That's what I get for browsing on my phone.
Dog sitting it.
^ Haha, nope.
My baby cousin watching my Coachella desktop/screensaver:
I noticed that your casing on your mac is cracked. You have the model that they'll replace it for free. If you're ever interested.
Great pics, Ron. :pulse
I bet thru the years going from Co to Nashville and Charlotte, I drove past that place 30 times and we decided to really stop the last time after we did the Roo. 32 bucks for a split of a 22 oz steak. Not the most tender but maybe the best steak I have eaten in quite a while. The sides sort of suck for 3.50 for a little bowl but you have to try the steak...... I went to a steak hourse in Las Vegas and my steak was maybe 75 or so but than you get what you paid for I guess....... cr****
I did have a really good steak there, though. Just not a massive one, and not on a stage with a timer.
Haaaa. I like that they have a sample steak. Just in case there is any doubt left in your mind that you are not man enough for the task.
Shouldn't that have a NSFW disclaimer, madam?