The task of cooking steaks on the grill seemed like way too much work. So, using my “make shit up as you go cooking skills” I went for the cast iron.

To prep I rubbed the steaks in a light olive oil, and then coated with ground peppercorn medly and garlic pepper.

After a few minutes on each side, over medium heat, they came out delicious. Not quite in comparison to a steak cooked on the grill, but easy. If there was a steak cooking battle between cast iron, and George Foreman, the cast iron would probably win first round hands down.

Leave George to the burgers and chicken. Steak needs it’s juices.

I’m not. I think it is stupid, and lacks creativity.

If he added a bit more to it than just repeating pants on the ground pants on the ground maybe it would have appealed to me more. Or if it was on something other than the television show American Idol.

My roommate and I had a rather amusing back and forth tonight about the spreading of the song.

DP: “Brett Farve is even singing the song, did you see that video?!”

Me: “Yea, I heard about that, but I’m not going to watch it. It’s dumb”

DP: “OH YOU’LL WATCH A BITCH SHIT IN A HOT TUB, BUT YOU WONT WATCH THEM SING PANTS ON THE GROUND?!”

Me: “Hahahahahahahahahaha….. I forgot about that hot tub video.” {immediately searched youTube for the hot tub video, and had a good laugh}

Instead of putting the hot tub video here (if you really want to know what I’m talking about, just search for it) I’ll leave you with this gem that is immensely more entertaining and funnier than the Pants On The Ground Guy:

Look around. The world’s tallest building is in Taipei, and will soon be in Dubai. Its largest publicly traded company is in Beijing. Its biggest refinery is being constructed in India. Its largest passenger airplane is built in Europe. The largest investment fund on the planet is in Abu Dhabi; the biggest movie industry is Bollywood, not Hollywood. Once quintessentially American icons have been usurped by the natives. The largest Ferris wheel is in Singapore. The largest casino is in Macao, which overtook Las Vegas in gambling revenues last year. America no longer dominates even its favorite sport, shopping. The Mall of America in Minnesota once boasted that it was the largest shopping mall in the world. Today it wouldn’t make the top ten. In the most recent rankings, only two of the world’s ten richest people are American. These lists are arbitrary and a bit silly, but consider that only ten years ago, the United States would have serenely topped almost every one of these categories.

-More at Newsweek

Seems we’ve gotten a little too comfortable in our success as of late. I think its time we bucked down as a country and stop being so lazy.

Dear Nintendo,

We’ve been in a business relationship for quite a while now, and to be honest, I never used to have any complaints about my job. I mean sure, my line of work has never really been considered “easy” by any means, but in the early days it just felt so much more… rewarding.

Do you get what I’m saying guys? I wasn’t too fond of chasing a huge ape up a series of ladders, but with that fine-ass Pauline waiting for me, I didn’t mind. Same thing with running around Mushroom Kingdom, I don’t mind taking out a few Koopas since I know Peach is going to be waiting for me. (“At another castle”…God that joke gets so old)

But recently, you’ve been forcing me to do shit that just isn’t in my job description. I remember the first time Shigeru called me up. “Yo Mario, wanna go to a party? How about 8 of them?” And of course I said yes. That’s because my idea of a party is knockin back a few cold ones with some buds, some drinking games with the ladies, and maybe Superbad. But no, you twisted fucks’ idea of a party is to have me and all the assholes I hate run around in circles for twenty minutes. That’s not a party, that’s a track and field meet. Which brings me to my next point.

Have you seen my waistline in the last few years? I would assume not, because you’ve got me playing more sports than Michael Jordan. What on God’s green Earth gives you the slightest thought that I would make a good soccer player? Have you seen how long a fucking soccer field is? It’s rediculous. While we’re talking about rediculous things, whose bright idea was it for me to compete in Olympic events against Sonic of all people? He was about to retire anyways, but no Nintendo, you just had to bring him back and have him compete against me in track events. What were you thinking? He runs so fast you can’t see his fucking feet.

Finally, as I’m sure you’re all well aware, for most of my life, the enemies I have faced have all been relatively tame, being dispatched with a simple jump or three at the most. Now you want to take me and make me battle to the death against a man with a gun? I can punch him, he can shoot fucking bullets at me! You’re all assholes, I hate you.

Die in a Fire,
Mario

Via Seamantics.com (their site is currently down though.)

Since visiting Hawaii and going skydiving myself I can really appreciate the thrill of jumping out of a plane and freefalling for almost a minute. I guess that can get old though, and then you just need to step it up. And jump out of the plane without a parachute on. That’s what Travis Pastrana does anyway. It might be really dumb, but I’ll give him credit for having some huge balls.

As of late I’ve been busy. Very busy. The Photobooth Company has really been taking off, and I’m confident I can expand this into something really great. It has been far more work than I ever imagined. I even came into it with the idea that since it was just a weekend thing it would be cake to keep up with everything. I was wrong. Between figuring out taxes, keeping track of costs, developing a better booth, slowly building a website, researching how to go about bringing on extra help… It’s turned into way more of just a “weekend gig”. Which I think is good.

I’m also getting to the point where I’m starting to expand away from just doing weddings. I’ve got some really great ideas that can help nightclubs reach the prized myspace and facebook demographic. I’ll probably expand more on that idea in a later post, but I’m pretty excited about it.

It’s also a little funny to see people who thought a photobooth business was a weird idea that would never really turn into a full fledged serious company, start to realize I might have a pretty legit thing going after all.

Oh! And I recently jumped out of a plane in Hawaii… that was pretty fun.

Basically this guy flies around on helicopters and repairs high voltage power lines!

I picked them up day of and listed them. By the end of the auctions I had made nearly 1000 dollar in excess of my own PS3 purchase. I ended up listing my own machine as well, as the demand was insane. All told, I cleared nearly 2000 dollars in profit. I still haven’t bought a PS3 actually.

I received death threats, e-mails from people saying I was “a monster” and someone claiming I was “selling her child’s Christmas away!” Someone even went so far as to contact Ebay and claim I was selling porn. People were livid at the profit being made.

Read the rest of the story here.

In other news, I’ve finally got my house re-arranged for the winter. The bed is once again coming back into the living room due to heating issues. I’ve got this wonderful heater in the floor that dosn’t do a very good job of distributing the mass amount of heat it puts out. It’s also incredibly difficult to re-light the pilot light on it.

Here’s some pictures of the new room setup.

The TV is over where the bed was last year. Also notice the sweet speaker stands that took forever to build.