F**king Noob Tubes

On most days, I perceive the efforts of the various Evangelicals and Environmentalists on Northrop Mall to be petty and futile. How much power does a petition or a bunch of pledges really have? I think very little. Who are you really going to persuade with your shouted Bible verses and pamphlets? So most days I keep my eyes ahead, earbuds in and walk right past that free pocket New Testament.

But if you ever feel like canvassing a campus to pimp your cause or get petitions signed, here's a recipe I found today for the type of person you want to send out on these canvassing missions:

1 part pretty face
1 part laid-back approach
2 handfuls of mama-given mind control

combine ingredients and age about 20 years

presto! instant canvassing success!

Now you have to realize that I hate redundancy and that my absentee ballot should be getting here any day now.
But I bet you won't guess who has two thumbs and wasted two minutes pledging to vote in this November's elections.

Hi-de-ho There Neighbor

As half of this dynamic duo, I'd like to extend to you my welcome to TBTOO.

This is a safe place. A womb, if you will, where you may come, day or night, to be nourished with thoughts and life stories from Dr. Kubas, and myself.

I will do my best to not let this hearth go for too long without baking up a hot, sticky, sweet story, insight, or observation.

So sit down and stay for a while, will you? The buns are always fresh.

check out those buns!

Welcome to Minnesota, Randy Moss.

back in the saddle

ladies and gentlemen,

i'd like to personally welcome you to TBTOO.  we here at TBTOO have a simple philosophy: to keep the oven on at all times and constantly pump out warm, delicious, gooey buns of goodness.

wherever you are reading this right now--work, school, home--we understand that you may not always have access to an oven.  so we promise to feed your appetite for puns, anecdotes, jokes, and the day-to-day activities that define our lives.

it has been awhile, blogosphere.  but boy oh boy is it good to be back.

until next time, keep those buns toasty.

Amniotic Fluid

Back in the day, when we were Bock and Muslim Magic, an episode of 24 inspired the monikers Ahmed and Bockmed with an unforgettable line from a young terrorist to his unfortunate would-be friend: "What friends? You can't even pronounce my name. It's Ahmed (A-phlegm-medd), not Ahmed (Aww-medd)." It was so epic. So poetic. It stuck. That moment began a bromance for the ages.

Fast-forward to a recent a quiet Saturday night we spent together. Something happened. Let's say that things got hot.

We have an announcement to make.

We're having a baby. This is it. A place for us to share with each other, and with you, whatever our hearts desire.

And so without further ado, ladies and gentleman, children of all ages, we present to you our love child: The Bun To Our Oven.