Why would superman need a car?
What? How is that a sale?
What kind of way is that to advertise pork?
The last photo was taken while walking home one day. I've been waiting for a while for a good reason to show it off.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Failure is always an option
While working at our local haberdashery I noticed a few things that were not quite right. So, I put down whatever stock I was stocking and snapped a few pictures with my phone for later viewing. In fact, I found them so amusing that I decided to both emulate failblog.com and share them with you. I hope you enjoy these pictures. If you can't see details, just click the image for a larger version
Why would superman need a car?
What? How is that a sale?
What kind of way is that to advertise pork?
The last photo was taken while walking home one day. I've been waiting for a while for a good reason to show it off.
Why would superman need a car?
What? How is that a sale?
What kind of way is that to advertise pork?
The last photo was taken while walking home one day. I've been waiting for a while for a good reason to show it off.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Buffalo Bills Birthday Cake Milk
Whilst working at Kinneys, my eyes caught sight of a new blue dairy concoction sitting in a cooler. I walked over and to my surprise discovered there was such a thing as "Buffalo Bill's Birthday Cake Milk." Determined to try it, I came back after work and purchased a bottle to sample.
It tasted like chalky, over sweetened, thin vanilla milkshake that someone accidentally dumped blue dye into. All in all, it was not a terrible drink. I suppose it would satisfy you if you desired neither milk or a milkshake, but rather some strange bastard child formed by the two. Ultimately, it was a bit hot out to be drinking milk so I happily spilled the rest on the ground as I exited my car before I entered our local laundromat. Here is a picture for your enjoyment.
Interested in what else the Bill's had to offer, I investigated their online store. However, I could find no trace of milk or other milk related products.
It tasted like chalky, over sweetened, thin vanilla milkshake that someone accidentally dumped blue dye into. All in all, it was not a terrible drink. I suppose it would satisfy you if you desired neither milk or a milkshake, but rather some strange bastard child formed by the two. Ultimately, it was a bit hot out to be drinking milk so I happily spilled the rest on the ground as I exited my car before I entered our local laundromat. Here is a picture for your enjoyment.
Interested in what else the Bill's had to offer, I investigated their online store. However, I could find no trace of milk or other milk related products.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Rolling up my sleeves
As you well know by now, I am a poor college student. And, as such I must pay for almost all of my current expenses with loans. As I have previously mentioned, loans are now nearly impossible to obtain without a cosigner or a credit history of any significant length. Without loans, expenses are left unpaid. This includes the apartment I signed a lease for.
In response to this, I talked with my landlord. He was very calm as he said "I can understand where you are coming from. I had another student leave on me during the first part of the summer, and we got the apartment filled. But, you are responsible for finding someone." My heart sank as I heard what I knew he was going to say. He thanked me for coming in and I left.
I drove back to Clarkson's library and sat down. I furiously made 80 copies of a poster I had drawn up that detailed how glorious the apartment was and got to work. For hours I walked around Potsdam. I went to both universities and every high traffic business I could find. Surprisingly only one business denied me the privilege of putting up a notice on their premises.
I then drove home, my feet and legs weary from wandering through the woe begotten streets littered with ragamuffins and aging hippies. I grew more disheartened with every "for rent" sign I passed. As I sat I planned my next move. I was going to reclaim my phone from it's charger and place classified ads in all the local newspapers.
After I arrived home I went out to eat with my girlfriend, as I was looking for any excuse to take a break from worrying. Eventually I returned home and began listening to my voice mail before calling the papers. I relieved an odd voice mail that only said "Matt your off the hook, call me back." Instinctively I called my landlord who told me that in the hour since I put up the posters he had received over a dozen calls. I had successfully gotten rid of my apartment that I could not pay for. Even though I will be getting back 250 dollars, and I will not have to pay the 4000 in rent not including utilities, I was still sad that I would have to commute. I guess there are worse things to endure.
In response to this, I talked with my landlord. He was very calm as he said "I can understand where you are coming from. I had another student leave on me during the first part of the summer, and we got the apartment filled. But, you are responsible for finding someone." My heart sank as I heard what I knew he was going to say. He thanked me for coming in and I left.
I drove back to Clarkson's library and sat down. I furiously made 80 copies of a poster I had drawn up that detailed how glorious the apartment was and got to work. For hours I walked around Potsdam. I went to both universities and every high traffic business I could find. Surprisingly only one business denied me the privilege of putting up a notice on their premises.
I then drove home, my feet and legs weary from wandering through the woe begotten streets littered with ragamuffins and aging hippies. I grew more disheartened with every "for rent" sign I passed. As I sat I planned my next move. I was going to reclaim my phone from it's charger and place classified ads in all the local newspapers.
After I arrived home I went out to eat with my girlfriend, as I was looking for any excuse to take a break from worrying. Eventually I returned home and began listening to my voice mail before calling the papers. I relieved an odd voice mail that only said "Matt your off the hook, call me back." Instinctively I called my landlord who told me that in the hour since I put up the posters he had received over a dozen calls. I had successfully gotten rid of my apartment that I could not pay for. Even though I will be getting back 250 dollars, and I will not have to pay the 4000 in rent not including utilities, I was still sad that I would have to commute. I guess there are worse things to endure.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
My Kingdom for a Cosigner
So, I have gotten most of my loans for this academic year through the government. However, I am six thousand dollars short of my housing needs. This means that I would have to commute from Massena every day if I don't get a loan. The reason I am having tremendous trouble getting this small loan is because I do not have a cosigner. Now, I know that a cosigner is a big deal. However, this is just a small six thousand dollar loan. I will have no problem paying it back.
I'm not asking for money or a handout. I cannot stress that enough. However, I just need a little help here. In my specific case, a cosigner's signature is little more than permission to get the funds I need. There is zero risk. I just need someone to sign and basically walk away. I would work four jobs before I allowed someone else to pay my way. This is so frustrating.
If you are about to go to college make sure you have a cosigner on your loans. Investigate new up front fees like origination fees. Some loans even force you to give them up to five percent of the principal back to them upon receiving the loan, as a payment. And, don't even get me started on companies requiring students to pay interest fees while still in school. I never thought I would see the day when it would be this difficult to get a measley six grand. Considering the fact that most private schools charge between 30 to 40 grand a year in tuition and other fees.
Sometimes you just gotta rant it out...
I'm not asking for money or a handout. I cannot stress that enough. However, I just need a little help here. In my specific case, a cosigner's signature is little more than permission to get the funds I need. There is zero risk. I just need someone to sign and basically walk away. I would work four jobs before I allowed someone else to pay my way. This is so frustrating.
If you are about to go to college make sure you have a cosigner on your loans. Investigate new up front fees like origination fees. Some loans even force you to give them up to five percent of the principal back to them upon receiving the loan, as a payment. And, don't even get me started on companies requiring students to pay interest fees while still in school. I never thought I would see the day when it would be this difficult to get a measley six grand. Considering the fact that most private schools charge between 30 to 40 grand a year in tuition and other fees.
Sometimes you just gotta rant it out...
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