Napkin sketches are where great ideas begin. Here are a few great ideas ready to launch with a few tweaks.
Napkin Sketches
A Blog About Nothing. We are a group of guys in Vancouver, who enjoy watching Seinfeld and Curb Your Enthusiasm. We discovered that whenever we get together, we talk about nothing with topics raging from rants, deals, sports, the Internet links we send each other, and more nothings. So, we are sharing this blog as our virtual Monk's Coffee Shop.
Napkin sketches are where great ideas begin. Here are a few great ideas ready to launch with a few tweaks.
Testing your 8 bit knowledge. How well do you know your classic video game sounds.
Name that Game
In honour of the upcoming National Do Not Call List coming into effect on September 30, 2008 here in Canada; and in my stomache's protest to the restaurant I just frequented, I gotta say, we need a National Do Not Eat List.
What is a working man to do for lunch these days? I feel like sushi but what they have downtown, for the working crowd is just gross. Sushi has been bastardized by all you can eats and these little lunch combos offered up by every Asian nationality.
I keep boycotted them and moving on to others. They just continue to disappoint. So I'm going to start (hopefully, you'll follow), the National Do Not Eat List:
- Ichiban-Ya restaurant on Thurlow and Robson, Vancouver BC. Fish was gross and I'm trying to wash away the taste but my tea tastes like soap. Sushi should be pleasant, healthy...foul fish and soapy water - Bam! National Do Not Eat List.
Please feel free to add on the comments section!
A man staggered into a hospital with a concussion, multiple bruises, two black eyes, and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat. Naturally, the Doctor asked him, "What happened to YOU?"
"Well, I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole we both sliced our golf balls into a field of cattle. We went to look for them and while I was looking around I noticed one of the cows had something white at its rear end."
"I walked over, lifted its tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball with my wife's monogram on it - stuck right in the middle of the cow's fanny. Still holding the cow's tail up, I yelled to my wife, "Hey, this looks like yours!" I don't remember much after that"...