MORE CYBORGS!

This "man" is named Jesse Sullivan.

HE CAN MOVE HIS PROSTHETIC ARMS WITH HIS BRAIN.

Not only do the arms move via thought but he can also sense pressure while picking up objects.
He is officially the FIRST cyborg.

THIS IS BADASS.

Dudes and their bikes.

This is my bike. I love it more than pizza but less than pulled pork sandwiches.

If you look closely, you can see the strings.

Summer.


(Pictures courtesy of the dudes.)

CYBORGS!!!

Each of the links below will direct you to a seriously kick-ass news story proving that cyborgs are no longer retained in the world of science-fiction, but are very quickly becoming a reality.

And that is awesome.

Example #1:

Man controls computer mouse with brain.

Example #2:

Awesome scientist/doctor dude grows exact bone replicas using a printer.

Example #3:

Blind woman gets camera attached to nerves and can partially "see".

These are just three sweet examples that I'm aware of but I'm sure there's more out there.

Keep on believin'!

TEAMEAT

This month's TEAMEAT was a great meal at M&J's Soul Food down the street from my place. Our plates ranged from chicken rings to short ribs to catfish.

I treated the group with a Cheese Steak "sushi" appetizer, featured below.

My two favorite things about Savannah:

The food:



And the people:



We had a really great time down there. One of the best places to ride bikes around, shop, eat, relax, it has it all.

Bowel movements.

Ugh, it's such a weird feeling...my stomach is creaking and cracking like the hull of an old ship.

Bitch fest 2008?

Apparently this blog is geared more towards bitching about things than food. Thou shalt not worry. In the meantime, I've been preparing a mental rolodex of some amazing foods and restaurants that will hopefully blow your minds as well.

But back to the real business at hand...what the fuck is with these traffic cops? These people are getting paid $30,000 a year to stand there and tell me what an inanimate traffic light already does?

Oh! It's a red light! I didn't know what that means but I'm glad you stepped out into traffic to let me know to stop, or else I might've plowed right across that stroller and into that bus. Oh! It's a green light! That means I can go, thanks alot officer. Boy howdy, you do a mighty good job, sir! Nice whistle!

Fuck all yalls. I don't need your little white gloves all up in my shit, bossing me around.