August 29, 2009

Out and about

So I'm riding gunner as we cruise to our destination and we end up behind this guy. First thought that hits our minds is that it might stand for I Hate The Fucking Police. Hmmm... Well we weren't too far off from what came up when we googled it. There was actually something in Wikipedia on this abbreviation and it comes close to home for all my Boston/Cambridge geeks. Imagine that! Here it is coming straight at ya!

IHTFP is an abbreviation for the phrase I Hate This Fucking Place[1] and is most frequently associated with Hacks at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. It is often used to sign hacks and also appears each year on the MIT class ring. Professor Samuel Jay Keyser[2] has said that it should not be taken literally but as an expression of rebellion against, and love for, MIT.

There are several backronyms used at MIT and other institutions:

Then I check my inbox and low and behold a good friend hits me with a complimentary snapshot of another FAIL meter while she was out & about. Thanks Star always a pleasure to know you're stalking me I mean up to date on my posts! I'm off to Vegas this coming week to check out the Magic Trade Show. I'm hoping to catch some serious material to post up here so check back.

August 26, 2009

New to me

Look closely at the parking meter its telling you something very important. FAIL

Oh and now Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center will Fill in YOUR POON. Well now this is all brand new news to me!
Misadventures in the Poon

August 23, 2009

It All Started...

So today I made plans to grab some brunch with a good friend and enjoy a relaxing sunday before heading home to see mom dukes. And of course low and behold on my way to brunch I spot this guy. Who's too cool to wear his shirt on the air conditioned train. You can't see it here but he has a purple hat that says "Cox Improvement" or some corny ish along those lines. And to compliment that he has some script tattoo across his chest and matching purple kicks. Dear God thank you for this brief lesson in tolerance.

I link up with my boy and we head over to the 303 Cafe for some grub. The french toast with nutella, rasberry sauce, and chantilly is no joke and not for the faint of heart. I could barely take this beast of a breakfast/dessert down. Upon further inspection of the place I noticed a drawing of a 3 eyed pickle. And I can't forget about the epic battle between thearmy soldier and the giant spider.

Then it was off to check out my boys new pad. He's got a loft space in a building that was once a bra factory. The building has some amazing photography on the inside of what it looked like before the renovation process, which really fascinates me. For those that don't know I'm a history junkie with a BA to prove it. Seeing things like this is a real treat. He's also got a serious view from the roof!

After brunch I made a brief rendezvous with High Snobiety, Patch Studios, and Uburger. Again please note my stomach is not your average joe. Once we hit Uburger I destroyed a Vanilla shake and a Yuppie Burger within a few minutes. This post is for all my Boston fam and their misadventures.
Misadventures in Eastie and beyond...