Passive Aggressive Notes is a site that posts just that: passive aggressive notes “from roommates, neighbors, coworkers and strangers.” It’s a great idea for a website… so much that it required its own post on here instead of on the helpful little links list on the right side bar.

You should check out the site also because I submitted my own passive aggressive note. I made it back at the University of Puget Sound after countless discoveries of pee on the toilet seats. I was always told as a youngin’ to lift up the seat and then do my business, but clearly someone else was told otherwise. “I have good aim,” they’d all assure me.

Bullshit.

I’m always skeptical when someone tells me how much they love a TV show. Not because I have anything against TV shows (I’ve been addicted to The Office ever since it aired), but because of the tight following and the whole “you’d love it just like I do” feeling. It’s the same that goes for movies (I haven’t seen a few classics just because everybody says “you’d love it,” making me think the movie would be ruined… it’s an issue). For example, my friend Sam always talks about House. He says how great it is and how addicted he’s become with it. From the surface, it just seems like any other medical/drama/comedy, but I really have no idea.

The moral of this story is, don’t judge a book by its cover. Instead of clenching my armrest on my flight between Chicago and Seattle earlier in the summer, I was watching 30 Rock on the in-air flight screen. It was hysterical! And no, it’s not just because Tina Fey is cute. Too many people take that easy way out. It’s catchy and funny, with a different feeling from all of those other comedy shows. Believe me, I do love me some Office, but 30 Rock might’ve edged out as a winner. About that different feeling: instead of being obviously funny, it has that sort of “inside joke” feel to it, but anybody who’s watching it gets it. I could easily see Tina Fey writing down every line in this show, and it truly is a lot of fun.

In the end, I think it’s the best comedy I’ve seen since Mission Hill. And that’s saying a lot.

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Of course you have all heard by now that Paris Hilton was arrested, charged, and put into jail after being caught twice driving while under the influence. After being in jail for a short period, they pulled her out and into house arrest, letting her hang out at home instead of jail.

Let me say, I was pissed. She, being the spoiled little Hilton heiress, got off easy with special treatment. Luckily, the judge was pissed too– he never said she could leave. So, the judge brought Paris back in, pulling from her house crying (see image above).

Now my friend Megan’s Facebook status says “Megan is feeling kind of bad for Paris.”

Megan, I love ya, but take a look at it this way: I feel bad for her, but in the way I may feel bad for my 5-year-old brother Ian if he were to get punished for destroying some precious family heirloom. But, in this situation, she’s some 20 years older, a ho, and instead of breaking a family item, she drove drunk. I mean, come on. She deserves it.

In other news, the Worldwide Developers Conference is on Monday for Apple. I’ve been Jonesin’ for an iPhone for a while now, and this will start to seal the deal a little more. However, more importantly, Leopard is probably going to be out for the occasion with a few new features.

All in all, I believe this post solidifies that I am a dorkilicious nerd.

Oh, and do me a favor. Keep a lookout here for me and see if you find anything worthwhile for about $1200 or so. Thanks.

Naftali’s world famous pamcakes.

Naftali. How can I describe him with words? Well, besides making awesome artwork, intriguing computer games, mindblowing 3d animation, and deciding to live near me in Rhode Island, Naftali makes excellent pamcakes.

No, seriously, they’re incredible. The other night, Naftali snuck over to my house at about 1:30 AM and we made the most excellent pamcakes one can eat. After snapping a few shots while preparing the batter, I noticed how the plate used to hold the pamcakes right off of the griddle stayed empty. There was no table preparation or silverware to be seen–it was straight from the pan into the stomach. Well, I guess there was a bit of chewing, enjoying, and swallowing in addition somewhere in there.

After 30 pamcakes and a half gallon of milk, I asked Naftali if I could share his recipe of pamcakes on the interweb.

“Can I share your recipe online, or is it some sort of secret family heirloom pamcake recipe? I mean, I respect it if you’d like to keep it for special occasions.”

“I got it from The Joy of Cooking.”

1 ½ c flour
1 tsp salt
3 tbs sugar
1 ¾ tsp powder
2 eggs
3 tbs butter
1 - 1 ¼ c milk

Whisk eggs and add in milk and melted butter. Stir dry ingredients then add egg, milk, and butter mix. Fry on griddle until golden brown. Chocolate chips encouraged but optional. Serve in-hand with gigantic glasses of milk.

Gonna put it on tha’ bread
I’m gonna eat that bread.
White bread, wheat bread
I’m gonna eat that bread.

Thanks, Taylor.