Pictures and Assorted Destruction

So, as you've all most likely already heard, we went to the monster truck ralley on Friday night. This picture pretty much demonstrates the awesomeness. In case you're wondering, that's a 10,000 pound, 2,000 horse power monster truck flying over some pathetic normal cars.




Should you require more evidence that monster truck rallies kick ass, i submit this: the world's only jet-powered jeep. That fucking thing had 1,500 horse power and it weighed - are you ready for this - only 800 pounds. For those of you playing along at home, that's a power-to-weight ratio of 1.875 hp/lb. Compare that with Lamborghini Gallardo, which clocks in at .16 hp/lb and the Dodge Viper SRT-10, which clocks in at .15 hp/lb. The jet jeep is 100 times better. damn.



In other news, this is a picture of my apartment. Note the Gibson SG, the ESP, the Marshall JCM-800 (the same kind of amp that Billy Corgan used back in the Siamese Dream era) and the cat, named Smash. One guess as to where that name comes from. This picture, along with the next two, was taken from my kick-ass new RAZR V3c phone. Oh man, it's awesome.

Chris: he's incorrigible.






Here's Cristina's full house getting destroyed by Ryan's quad kings. What a glorious moment. A worse beat even than when my pocket 3s turned into a full house on the flop, Laurence went all in with pocket Aces, lost all his money save for 5 cents and then stained my carpet with sweet and sour sauce.


And, finally, an aerial view of some people looking through the facebook at Ryan's apartment after the post-poker bar encounter. Ah, were we ever so young.

Now, it's time to make some stir fry, go to the library, and read some professional responsibilities. Apparently, you can't lie to your client and you can't have sex with your client. Nor can you lie to your client in order to have sex with them. What a strange, beautiful world we live in . . .