Picture of the Day (and probably a bunch of other bullshit)

I walked outside last Saturday morning with Cindy and said, "You know what? I may not have the best hair in the city, but I have the most important hair in the city."

She wasn't sure how to respond, so I gave her my phone and told her to take a picture of my hair. Here's the picture she took.

(That aura always follows my hair)

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Chicago made a push for the 2016 Olympic games last year, but ended up losing out to Rio Di Janeiro. Although it seemed kind of obvious, no one really explained what it takes to be selected to host the Olympic games, so I checked out the Frequently Asked Questions section of the Olympic Games website and took a look for myself.

Here's what I found on the site:


How are the host cities of the Olympic Games chosen?

After a detailed evaluation of the candidate cities, the International Olympic Committee awards the right to organize the Olympic Games to the city that offers the largest bribe.


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We take clothes for granted. Big time.

Imagine if you were dropped off on a desert island naked. How long do you think it would be before you were wearing a pair of pants?

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I was fighting to stay awake at work this afternoon (which is pretty much what I do every afternoon) and I thought to myself, "Man, if there is a God, then that motherfucker's really got sick sense of humor. He really does."

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He really fucking does, man.

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Speaking of God, I went to a wedding in a Catholic church a few weeks ago. The church was huge and spectacularly ornate, and some of its art was very unique for a Catholic church.

This was the front of the church. You can see the priest on the left. 

And this was the mural on the domed ceiling

And here was some stained glass

And here was even more stained glass.

And this was one of the many murals of Jesus