| A bunch of years ago I started working full time and had a “Lunch Hour” (Well, 45 minutes, but’s another story). I tried the office cafeteria but was put off by the “$5.00 hamburger & a Coke” platter not to mention the 15 minute bread line that piled up since the entire building took lunch at the same time. I needed an alternative! I drove to the closest sandwich shop (Subway) and got a $4.50 “Sub & a Coke” but lost 30 of my 45 min tues in the acquisition which wasn’t worth the .50. I needed another alternative! Enter the $2.50 Brown Bag Lunch! I started brown-bagging it and never looked back. I quickly developed a formula for packing my lunch every morning – and it had to be in the morning or I’d forget the bag sitting in the refrigerator. The formula satisfied all of the major taste requirements and was this simple: Just remember The Four S’s!
But back to the sandwich… here’s the PERFECT sandwich:
Note: Never use Mayo! I’ve heard it is evil. | Nutrition Facts Serving Size 1 sandwich Servings Per Container 1 Amount Per Serving
% Daily Value**
**Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. |
A sandwich just isn’t a sandwich…
ONE is the loneliest number…
When the Philadelphia Eagles got to the playoffs, the team adopted the “One” mentality: One City, One Team, One goal. It’s presumed that the one goal is a championship. Banners were hung. T-Shirts were made. Players were supposed to flash each other the “number 1” sign. All in all, it wasn’t a great promotion (What about the OTHER Philly teams?) and it never really caught on (outside of die-hard Iggles Fans). It’s really tragic now that they’ve lost the superbowl. Makes me want cry really. I’m sure it’ll get me fired up again next season, but until then… One truly is the loneliest number.
- The song “One” was written by Harry Nilsson & made famous by Three Dog Night who had it peak at #5 on the billboard charts in early April 1969. This version was recorded by Aimee Mann for the Magnolia soundtrack.
- In the first season of The Linc I took my camera and documented the fun… including the Eagles Fight Song!
- This project required authenticity. The “one is unity. one is the heartbeat of this team…” text was actually stolen from a promotional Flash animation from PhiladelphiaEagles.com.
- The graphics were swiped from around the web. They were all used without permission. Feel free to contact me for any and all legal matters. Note: This is not a commercial website, and I don’t make anything off of these blatant copyright infringements.
- The text that scrolls by quickly lists all of Philadelphia’s teams’ championship losses since the last time a Philly team won “The Big Game” – the 1983 76ers. Interestingly, every single championship loss since then has involved the other team repeating. The Oilers beat the Flyers twice (And repeated both times), The Bluejays beat the Phillies to win their second straight. The Flyers also lost to Detroit who when on to repeat. The Sixers lost to the Lakers who were winning their second championship in a row. And now the Pats have won two in a row. I wonder what they’ll call this curse. . .
- No Eagles were harmed in the making of this animation.
Skid in sideways
Let me tell you why this ticks me off…
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Whiskey in one hand a slice of Cheesecake in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming Woo-Hoo! What a Ride!”
This is just the kind of personal philosophy that makes people drink, drug or [insert addiction here] themselves to obliteration and die before seeing 30. It suggests that you live your life in an exciting fashion and die without regret. That’s just fine, but I have a big problem with what is inferred. You see, if you were to “skid in sideways” then you died abruptly like someone who just crashed his white Ford Bronco in a high-speed chase with the cops. It sounds to me like someone who drives their bi-wheeled crotch-rocket at break-neck speeds in between 18-wheeled tractor/trailers. This kind of person, if they embrace the quote to it’s fullest, wouldn’t hesitate to enjoy the rush that comes from robbing a bank or exploding their brain with a narcotic-cocktail. If it is suicide that’s just fine by me – Live and let Die as the song says – but it’s when they cut me off on their bike or forget that they have children or steal my car to feed their drug habit or skid sideways into my living-room yelping “What a ride” that I get a bit miffed. This quote-living person would be narcissistic at least and at worst a true sociopath. Goddamn it, we’re all in this together and if you go sliding in sideways what does that leave the rest of us but a ripped up flower garden, a motorbike in our pantry and a grave with an arm hanging out of it?
Please, for the good of society, have your fun, but LIVE RESPONSIBLY and LIVE LONG ENOUGH to enjoy it. Life isn’t truly enjoyed until one learns to slow down and hazard sniffs at the passing flowers. Thou shalt fear not death, but neither shall ye seek it. Especially if you take my ass out in your blasted Blaze of Gory.
On a lighter note, I tortured the internet and found many variations on this bit of verse. Seems everyone wants to modify it for their own personal tastes! Of course nobody got it right, but here’s what they say:
Things in the hands:
| Alcohols | Other Drinks | Foods | Everything Else |
|---|---|---|---|
Champagne | Favorite Beverage | Strawberries | Cigar |
You’ll note that the Alcohol group is the longest with food coming in second. You’ll also note that nobody wants to die with rosary beads, a military-issue rifle, their briefcase or some duct-tape and Saran Wrap. Funny thing, that. Nobody mentions their iPod either. Guess it’s just a fad. You can’t take it with you, you know!
Anywho… here’s what people SHOULD have wanted to die with:
- A lawyer’s throat
- Hair of the dog (or other creature that was devouring you)
- Parachute rip cord
- Winning lottery ticket (imagine the irony in the afterlife)
- Empty bottle of Viagra
- The Championship Belt/Trophy
- A good book
- THE Good Book
- Your wife’s hand (drag that bitch with you, yeah!)
- Your husband’s hand (Just the hand, leave the rest.)
- Clean water (Hey, for some folks this is as good as it gets)
- Freshly signed life-insurance policy
- The sentencing judge’s gavel
- The secret plans (on mini-spy-cd) to overthrow a random government
Last words: YAHOOO, YEEHAW, Y-E-E-E-E-E H-A-A-A-A-A-A-A, Hell-Yeah, God Damn, F*ck, Holy [Shit/Wow/Crap/Cow], What a ride!, What a trip!, That was bitchin!, How good was that, etc.
Seems lots of people curse as they die. That’s reasonable and to be expected but for something you can only ever do once, you think more people would have thought up something better than “That was bitchin”. Might I make a suggestion?
Better last words:
- From hell’s heart I stab at thee!
- Here lies one who’s name is writ on water.
- I regret nothing!
- Dog of a Saxon! Take thy lance, and prepare for the death thou hast drawn upon thee!
- Anybody have an aspirin?
- [in your best Urkle voice] “Did I do that?”
- You think I jumped!? It wasn’t my time! GET OFF MY TRAIN!
- Precious, precious, precious! My Precious! O my Precious!
Ok, I stole a few of those from people who uttered famous last words. I could have included “I regret that I have but one life to give for my country” or “My god, my god! Why have you forsaken me!”. Going out a plagiarist is better than going out infringing on trademarks by spewing “YAHOOO”.
Final notes:
Some people took extra literary license. Some folks skid in, others slide in. Slide in sounds like they really botched that attempt to stretch a hit into a triple and died when they were tagged out by third baseman. That’s actually a good way to go, especially if your team is winning because they’ll probably call the game “on account of corpse”. The “Body thoroughly used up” seems optional. Ok. Some have added “no money left”. Nice one. Guess you expect my taxes will pay to cinder your loser corpse. Screw that! We the living will be tossing your bloated meat sack in the dump. Let the rats gnaw gnaw gnaw! Now THAT’s a way to die! Yeehaaaaw! Yeehaaaaw!