Aw hells yeah.
When you’re having a good week, you’re having a good week. (Interestingly, John McCain visited the same base last year and was handed the same basketball. It spontaneously self-deflated in his hand.)
Aw hells yeah.
When you’re having a good week, you’re having a good week. (Interestingly, John McCain visited the same base last year and was handed the same basketball. It spontaneously self-deflated in his hand.)
Mo’s Bacon Bar.
Insouciant yet persnickety, this new entrant into the bacon-candy derby is unable to cross the finish line a winner. An overweening top note of salt obscures the smoky unctuousness of the bacon, while a bland enrobement of milk chocolate fails to impress. (Note to confectioners/baconers Vosges, Ltd: When formulating a bacon-based candy, dark chocolate of at least 65% cacao is the only stuff up to the task.) A worthy experiment, but one which this weblog can regretfully recommend only to the least discriminating pork-and-sweets fancier.
In the summertime, when the shameless self-promotion is high:
The world’s worst brand extensions, at Fast Company.