For further research: Impact Of Wet Underwear On Thermoregulatory Responses And Thermal Comfort In The Cold.

In the wet condition 175 g of water was distributed in the underwear prior to the experiment. The test was done on eight men (Ta = 10°C, RH = 85%, Va < 01 m/s), and comprised a 60min resting period. Skin temperature, rectal temperature, and weight loss were recorded during the test. Total changes in body and clothing weight were measured separately. Furthermore, subjective ratings on thermal comfort and sensation were collected. The tests demonstrated the significant cooling effect of wet underwear on thermoregulatory responses and thermal comfort. Further, the tests showed that textile construction of underwear in a two-layer clothing ensemble has an effect on the evaporation rate from clothing during rest in the cold resulting in a significant difference in mean skin temperature. The thickness of the underwear has more of an influence on the thermoregulatory responses and thermal comfort, than the types of fibres tested.
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I wish my first twitter would have been a little more witty than this. Link to your very first twitter in the comments.
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Fresh

This is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down. And I liked to take a minute and sit right there and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days.

Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool and all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good. Started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared, she said your movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought naw forget it yo homes to Bel Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cab, yo homes smell ya later. I looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

Yo, Adrian

While in Philly a couple of weeks ago, I ran up the steps to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

This interesting site allows you to anonymously share exactly how neurotic you are with the entire internet. If you are OCD I suggest not visiting this site as it will give you a lifetime worth of tics to dwell on. It didn’t take too long for me to find one that I could relate to:

All of the keys on my ring have to have the flat side facing the same direction. If I get a new key and realize I put it on wrong, I will drop whatever I’m doing at that moment no matter what, trying to get the key off and turn it around the right way.

In addition, My keys are on my ring in order of size (length).
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Not only does David Lynch enjoy stuffing a McDonald’s Filet O’ Fish in his mouth, he can also appreciate the flavor a (warm) pair of panties. Videos below.
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Love is embarrassing. At least that’s what Ava thought. And if you ask me she’s mostly right.
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By my age:
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Holy sweet mother of all that is glittery and bright. Peter Pan has finally found his tinkerbell (and she’s a woman!). I think this just goes to prove that there’s someone out there for everyone (I really don’t believe that “there is someone out there for everyone” but it sure did sound nice for a second though, didn’t it?). Who are we to judge the complexities and mysteries of love?
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My Smurf name is Fatass Smurf. What’s yours?
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Jacksonville, Funida

It has been nearly three weeks and I never wrote about my trip to Florida. Well, about three weeks ago I went to Florida. For a short week. To celebrate my mothers 60th birthday. This is the first time I had been out there since my mother moved there about a-year-and-a-half ago. It was a great trip that mostly involved tons and tons of beach time. Mostly large wave beach time that was perfect for body surfing and boogie boarding in. We had a great sushi dinner for my mom’s birthday. There was tons of drinking going on all weekend, and plenty of fun was had by all. More fun than I am aloud to talk about on this blog. Which also made things very interesting. Downers included the loss of my wallet and an unexpected overnight stay in a very dumpy hotel in Atlanta. But this is how I roll.

The vast number of ordering options and new words with accented characters can make ordering fancy coffee drinks a bit intimidating. Lokesh Dhakar gives us side-by-side diagrams of a few common espresso drinks to help understand some of the differences.
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Hawaii: Vacation Club

During our time in Kauai we stayed at Marriott’s Waiohai Beach Club which was in incredible. Located in poipu, the resort worked great as home base and was pretty close to most everything that we wanted to do.

The rooms were huge and had a full kitchenette, large beds, oversized bath tubs, and private lanai, and highspeed wireless internet (but I don’t bring my computer on vacation). We spent very little time in them however.

What made the place really great was the grounds, gardens and beach. The Poipu Beach Park was only a one minute walk from our room and was great for swimming and snorkeling. The gardens were immaculate and bursting full of flowers. There was a small creek that snaked through the grounds, waterfalls, hammocks, four swimming pools (g managed to swim in each one of them), at least three hot tubs and whirlpools, a bbq area, a great bar with an ocean view and delicious mai tais (mmmmmm), and the whole place is riddled with lounge chairs and tiki torches.

After the jump is the first and last picture you’ll ever see of me with my shirt off. Internet, brace yourself.
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For the month of March Liz was challenged to interview a Denver resident every week. Last week she interviewed me. Thanks Liz, that was a blast.
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Lame Blog With Occasional Cursing To Keep The Freaks Listening

I understand that this is a lame blog that will simply throw out an occasional cuss word to keep the freaks listening but this Google search ended up hitting a little too close to home.