Attention Deficit David

Face it, are these the coolest boxers ever, or what?

Face it, are these the coolest boxers ever, or what?, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

A continuing series of photos from hotel hallways around the world.

A continuing series of photos from hotel hallways around the world., originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

The sort-of great Mojo bar taste test

Jenni is fucking nuts. No really, I know she's nuts, because she and I have been in a friend-induced Mojo Bar taste test, and she likes things I don't like. Clearly since I'm much better than her in all regards, her tastes are broken.

Well truth be told she and I had similar reactions, but I know she reads this blog so I thought it would be good to rile her up first. Also for fair disclosure, Abby threw out some of the wrappers, figuring that a pile of ripped paper wrapper in the kitchen were junk, not science. So I'm not 100% sure of what I ate.

Due to voluminous amounts of travel and reduced amounts of bike riding, I tested just a sub set of these bars, provided by Daniel, based on this thread: http://turnings.phrasewise.com/2008/02/18/the-great-mojo-bar-taste-test/

So here's the deal— I got both dipped and non-dipped bars. I've been eating Clif Mojo bars for a while, all the non-dipped bars taste just about the same, so I started with the dipped.

The Peanut Butter and Jelly bar started off being awesome, what with the dipping in chocolate and all, but I soon found it cloying. Something about the "jelly" stuck to the roof of my mouth. It's not jelly. Its a jelly-ish paste of fruit. It's like fruit cement. And after a bit, it became too much for me.

I also had a chocolate dipped flavor that was not peanut butter and jelly, but was some other fruit, and that I liked. In fact I liked it so much I, as Jenni did, went right to the Vanilla dipped ones, figuring "hey, Vanilla is good." Vanilla, in this context is NOT good. It's bad. Very bad. It's like eating mucus, hard thick mucus, with a slight vanilla tang. It's like a sinus infection of confection.

I then went for the non-dipped bar with pretzels. I LOVE pretzels in things, I mix them with peanuts, chocolate, lamb, asparagus, rice, ice cream, coffee, and orange juice. (I am lying about some of the mix items.) I do NOT it seems like them in this bar. Or perhaps I don't like the bar that surrounded the pretzel. I can't tell because it was a mouthful that went right in the trash. This bar has called my mother a whore, and I shall never speak of it again.

I also liked the honey nut ones, they're fine. The rest are still in my kitchen waiting for a nice long ride.

Oh yeah, unlike Jenni I'm also not really impressed the product are 70% organic. If your label reads "70% non-carcinogenic" it's not such a bonus. 30% is a lot of volume in a bar. E for nice effort, T for nice try.

Four ways for a whisky

Four ways for a whisky, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

Taking his master out for a nice morning drive

Taking his master out for a nice morning drive, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

The view from Alcatraz

The view from Alcatraz, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

Mouseflot goes awry

So our attempt to relocate the mice has had a bit of a tragic setback. After successfully moving a number of mice to the garage (or the same few over and over) we left the humane traps out for a few days while on vacation with what the Internet assured us would be a good amount of food.

However (you knew there had to be a however, right) we came home and I found one dead mouse in the trap, and the completely eaten carcass of another alongside him. It was like a very small horror movie. I've taken to calling the traps Moushwitz.

I was actually really upset last night when I found them, I did a lot of cursing. If I had wanted to kill a mouse, I'd have left out an inhumane trap. I can't imagine however much more inhumane death than, you know, being snacked upon by your brother.

Abby and I were trying to find something funny in all this tonight as I re-set the trap, putting some more peanut butter into it. Abby mentioned the cartoons where two people are trapped somewhere, and one of them turns into a big turkey in their mind.

Flashing back though to the Reeses Peanut Butter Cup ads of old I said "you got your mouse in my peanut butter" then added "and you got your peanut butter in OH MY GOD YOU'RE EATING ME!"

Hoop dreams

Hoop dreams, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

There's a bunny hiding in our room.

There's a bunny hiding in our room.
Originally uploaded by davidjschloss

You have always been the caretaker here Mr. Torrence.

You have always been the caretaker here Mr. Torrence., originally uploaded by davidjschloss.