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14 May

When I learned of this week’s theme, I quickly regressed from a state of boylike excitement to a state of utter panic. 5 pictures? Of all the amazing pictures on the internet you want me to pick FIVE? I’m the dude who spends his leisure time locked on google images browsing images of “Sam Cassell’s head.” “Funny dog photo.”  “Funny Bill Cosby photo.” “Weird talents involving at least three limbs photo.” I’ve searched it all and seen it all. I could not possibly pick five, even given the category parameters described at the top.

So I narrowed my pool. Writing this post on my phone at the airport, I figured why not pick from the 2,000 plus photos on my phones camera roll? So, I did.

Enjoy this random assortment of pics I’ve snapped over the last couple years.  Then google image “butter stick” ASAP.
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#1 Category: Animal photo


This is an epic picture of my dog. The second most epic thing my dog ever did besides getting captured for this photo happened every time she responded to the question “who let the dogs out?” with a perfectly timed “Woof. Woof woof woof.” Does your dog sing anything by the Baja Men? Does your dog sing at all? Didn’t think so. Love you Tamdog.

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#2 Category: Nonfamous person/people


I snapped this photo during intermission of my lil cousin’s middle School play. While perusing the various class photos on the hallway wall, I came across the great 8th grade class of 2001. Out of hundreds of kids, this cluster caught my eye for two reasons, and made me wonder who was a scarier dodgeball player in middle school gym class: Cobain or Iverson?

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#3 Category: Famous person/people


Snapped in my college food court. Was so bummed no one pasted a Nate Dogg photo on the Nate Dogg machine. RIP.

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#4 Category: Inanimate object


More like inanimate objectS. As in four of em.

Pizza hut lady: “What would you like to drink?”
Me: “Four raspberry lemonades.”
Pizza hut lady: “Sir, did you know there are free refills-”
Me: “I SAID FOUR RASPBERRY LEMONADES…. STAT.”

Don’t worry I tipped her 20%.
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#5 Category: Wildcard


The Coz. Worth 1000 words and apparently the same number of years on the planet. Hang in there bro.
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Don’t forget about “butter stick.”

<3, Pete the Peasant

THROWBACK: Their Eyes Were Watching Blog

1 May

Upon discovering that this week’s theme was “technology,” I decided to copy-paste an old post called, “Their Eyes Were Watching Blog.”  It comes from the first blog Adonal, Cakes, and I started over a year ago, which lasted approximately four days.

I am reposting this for five reasons:

1)   Copy-pasting is great technology and I want to celebrate it.

2)   The throwback post has to do with technology, specifically how social media and the internet can impact your job search.

3)   I am in the midst of a job search as I type this, so it is timely.

4)   That picture of Greg Oden.  Oh boy.

5)   I’m lazy.  Arrest me.

Enjoy…

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Originally Posted on “Uncle Toshi’s Cabin” on January 25, 2010:

So we here at Uncle Toshi’s Cabin are pretty psyched to kick this thing off.  The rewards to starting a blog are obvious.  By mid-February we’ll inevitably have blown up so big that Google will have no choice but to bust out $77 million, buy us out, and add “GoogleToshi” as a link right under GoogleCalendar. Another potential benefit, albeit less realistic, would be if Adonal Moyle impressed some bird with a post about revisionist history in Michael Chabon novels and won himself a date to spring formal.  These are good things.

But what about the risks?  Before diving headfirst into the blogosphere, there was one major hypothetical plaguing our eager little beans.

What if this blog precluded us from getting a job?

Sound a little extreme?  Maybe you’re right.  But internet background checks have become a staple in job hiring, especially for us fresh-outta-college kids.  When the President of the U.S. is warning youngsters to be careful what they say and do on Fbook, you know shit’s getting really real.  ObamaWarn:  “I want everybody to be careful about what you post on Facebook, because in the YouTube age, whatever you do, it will be pulled up again later somewhere in your life.”

Yep, better change those privacy settings before your TFA interview this week.

And Facebook is only the first line of attack.  Give the following a shot and see if you come up with any dirt on yourself:  1)  Facebook Search- name; name and college  2)  Google Search-  name; name and hometown; name and college  3)  Google Image Search-  name; name and hometown; name and college.

What’d ya come up with?  Nada?  Congrats, you’re a homebody.  Have a damn job.

Here’s what Greg Oden got when he tried.

Knees be looking supple there, Greggy!

Soon enough, a sort of internet paranoia can take over.

“Should I delete my FB profile?” (No, just adjust your privacy settings)  “Should I delete the D-Side Jackass imitation website I made in eighth grade?”  (yeah, probably)  “Should I stop tweeting?”  (Only if your name rhymes with Schmilbert Schmarenas).

Don’t give in to the paranoia.  Just be smart about what you do.

Besides, what’s life without a little risk, right?  That’s why all of us at Uncle Toshi’s decided to sack up and use our real names.  Worrying about jobs is for sissies anyway.  Moreover, pseudonyms are fucking soft.

But just for shits, I Google Imaged “Peter T. Peasant.”  The search engine came up with an old dagger from my freshman year of college (below).  The story?  A weekend trip to Montreal got a little weird, and I ended up locked out of our hotel room with some rusty old hoe* named Janice.  Cakes snapped a photo of me the next morning and now any employer in the world can peep me at my lowest.

*Get it?!

Some employers will judge me, others will recognize I was just a silly kid having some fun.  Hell, my boss-to-be might even ask me if I have Janice’s contact information, but for his sake I will not provide (I already told you, she was rusty, and I tell you now, it was unpleasant).  He (or she) will respect that I’m looking out for him (or her!!!), and know that my mother taught me to be a respectable peasant.  I will then be pulled in as his (or her!!!!!111!!!1) number 2 guy.

That’s the kinda boss I wanna work for anyway.  Maybe it’ll even be this Boss.  He’d know my pain…

Point is, for now, we’re willing to take the risk.  At least until Moyle finds a formal date.

<3, Pete the Peasant

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