Showing posts with label Summit Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summit Up. Show all posts

April 11, 2012

SandBoxBlogs: Summit Daily News "Summit Up 4-11-12: Looking for old prom photos"

"Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world's only daily column that's all fired up for Earth Day this year. We're harvesting earthworms, operating earth-moving equipment, moving heaven and earth for (insert highly desirable thing) and eating exclusively out of earthenware bowls.

(sound of whispered consultation)

Oh, OK, we're being told Earth Day is really about conservation and recycling and such. And we can deal with that, too. In fact, we have information in front of us here suggesting that, if you mosey over to Chipotle (over in Silverthorne by the outlets) you can buy a cool, reusable lunch bag like you see pictured here. It's only 18 bucks and ...

(sound of record needle scratching)

Eighteen bucks!? Oh, wait a sec: For that, you get the bag as well as a card good for a free meal on Earth Day (April 22) at Chipotle plus the proceeds go to benefit the Chipotle Cultivate Foundation, providing funding to support sustainable agriculture, family farming, and culinary education.

OK, we're down with that. Get thee to Chipotle!...."  (Read more?  Are you sure?  Click title)

"Unapologetically pursuing and tracking patterns within the news others make since 2010."

December 3, 2011

SandBox Comments: Summit Daily News "Summit Up 12-3-11: Where it's colder'n a Norse god in brass undies"

Sigh....so it begins.

There is nothing worse than a bunch of Coloradans facing a cold temperature winter with not as much snow as they like.

Summit Up:
"Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world's only daily column that's a little annoyed about Ullr right now. Did you hear he visited Denver (cough! gasp! ugh!) the other day and didn't bother to pop by Summit County? Instead, we just got a visit from Vespawicz, the Norse god of freezing-ass cold. Riding on a pair of gi-normous polar bears, Vespawicz wears an iron jock and has 3-foot icicles hanging off his ears. With his breath, he can turn hot magma into rocks, and from his second home in Blue River, he has a radio show named Brass Bra devoted exclusively to talking about ways to describe cold. Let's have a listen:

"Vespawicz here from the frozen land of Blue River, with another frigid installment of Brass Bra. Well, it's colder'n a well-digger's ass out there today, very parky indeed. Reminds me of that time I visited my relative Ugg up in Saskatchewan. Man, if there's one thing that's cold it's the toilet seat in an igloo!"

(lol.  Read more?  Are you really sure?  Well then, click title.  Comment to discuss)