Buy this Crap Now, While Supplies Last

An old camp friend was in town this weekend. In addition to working in pharmaceutical sales he also owns a restaurant around the corner from me in Ann Arbor. He loved this place so much as an undergrad that he just went and bought it. Think about if you could do the same, and about how much better your life would be if you owned your favorite campus eatery. It's more like a burger/dog joint than a sit-down restaurant but whatever. The point is that at my buddy's behest I sampled way too much of the restaurant's goods while he was in town this weekend, including a polish sausage, cheese fries, and desert crepe triumvirate at 2:30am on Saturday night/Sunday morning. I haven't done that in a while.

I had about 52 fewer hot dogs than Kobayashi

When I left the restaurant I was feeling good, so good that I turned on my computer when I got home. As I've mentioned, I'm working on this consulting project for a start-up out in San Fran. I can't really talk about the project details, but in all honesty, I'm not sure if this thing is going to work out. I'm a naysayer, but I've looked at this thing rightside up, upside down, and sideways, and I'm just not feeling it. I think the logical thing would be to just invest in Breathalyzers for computers and cell phones, you know, so you have to have a certain BAL before you can actually log into your computer. I'm not going to pretend like I'm the first person to think of this because I'm not. All I know is that I started writing an email, then read it, and was like, "what the hell am I writing this for?" and erased it. Do you know how many bad decisions get made after 3am? Like, a million. You know those commercials for the world's smallest remote control helicopter? If not, watch the Military Channel for five minutes. But really, how many of those things do you think get purchased before 3am vs. after 3am. You see this commercial at midnight and you think to yourself, oh, that would be cool if I was 10 years old. You see this thing after 3am and you're running to get your tape measure to see how high your ceilings are so you can figure out how many of these things you think you can fly at once.

Sweet!

There are some things I just don't get, and one happens to be how this stupid helicopter, which is sold to drunk people at 3am is probably turning a decent profit, while this incredibly legit start-up with major names attached to it languishes in relative obscurity in some sad corner of the internet. I mean, I get how it's possible, but it's just strange. I'm going to go to sleep now before I start thinking about buying Ron Popeil's Jerky Maker.