McDonald's, according to the internet

I just started to type a long story about how I found myself reading Google Reviews of McDonald's restaurants in Massachusetts, but I think the reviews speak for themselves.  The thing that fascinated me the most was trying to figure out what the hell kind of person writes a review for McDonald's online... or rather, what the hell kind of person looks up reviews of McDonald's before they decide if they are going to eat there.

Here's what I found:

Some had issues with the restrictive menu...

Others had issues with the decor...

Some were able to see the silver lining...

A few individuals used the review platform to propose innovative business ideas...

Once in a while, a customer would see the beauty right underneath their feet...

Sometimes you just don't feel too strongly either way...

Other times you feel you've already said all there is to say...

Perhaps the best approach is to point out the pros and cons...

While some were taking McDonald's at face-value, others looked deeper into a conspiracy theory...

Thankfully, there are people on the internet to remind you that your time and body are valuable...

Some of them... um... uh... I really just don't know...

Never forget what put McDonald's on the map...

A true American pastime...

I... guess so?

But at the end of the day, hey, it's McDonald's...

If Jimi Hendrix were Korean...

...He'd sound something like this:

Social Not-working.

I spent a good amount of time today catching up on all that the internet has to offer.  Pardon me if you've seen these before, but these two pictures take top honors tonight.  Both are courtesy of BuzzFeed.

Facebook gold:

And OKCupid gold:

The "R" is for REVOLUTION

My thought process when going to the RMV is like this...
1) Dread the thought of sitting in those uncomfortable wooden benches for an hour.
2) Begin to think about ways to kill time while waiting for my number to be called.
3) Realize that I have a smartphone so the possibilities are ENDLESS.
4) Look forward to catching up on my podcasts/handheld games.
5) Get very excited to go to the RMV.

So there I was, tweeting away the day and laughing at the jokes coming through my earbuds, when I notice the sign in front of me...

So then my thought process went like this...
1) Get really disappointed that I'm going to have to put my phone away.
2) Realize that I can still listen to podcasts with my cell phone in my pocket.
3) Look around and realize EVERY PERSON IN THE RMV IS ON THEIR CELL PHONE.
4) Forget it, I'm taking a picture of this sign on Instagram... with my cell phone.
5) Get very excited that I'm an enemy of the state and got away with it.

Sorry if you're now scared of me for my pure badassery and first-world-anarchic ways.

Coheed and Cambria Live

My main concern when Coheed and Cambria came in studio was whether or not we'd have headphones big enough for Claudio's haircut.  As I'm sure you'll notice, we made it work.  If you have nice speakers, turn it up!  If not, this will probably sound pretty terrible...

Home Improvement

Some neighbors generously converted this skylight in the stairwell into a hybrid rainwater-collector and warm-air-sucker-outer.  Thanks guys!

St. Parking's Day

The thing that sucks about living in Boston on St. Patrick's Day.... rather, the thing that sucks THE MOST about living in Boston on St. Patrick's Day is that for a whole weekend, outsiders clog the main thoroughfares with their inability to navigate and/or park.

Case in point...

Last night I found myself driving in circles around the block looking for a place to park near my girlfriend's apartment.  The minivan pictured above was clearly enduring the same struggle.  We were driving behind them briefly until they found a spot.  Fifteen minutes and two driver-changes later, they still weren't parked, had hit the car in front of them multiple times, and were on the curb.  And yes, the entire time, my girlfriend and I found ourselves sitting in our car watching the trainwreck.  When we were finally able to find a parking spot, I politely asked if the owners of the minivan would let me park it for them before they blew out a tire or hit another car.

And I did.  Whatever.

The moral of the story is this:  If you plan on driving into Boston to celebrate your 1/16th Irish "heritage", please understand that some people live and work here.  If you're trying to get to one particular bar, I don't recommend GPS-ing your way there, and then trying to find parking nearby.  If you don't know the streets, you'll be driving in circles until last call.  Drive to Alewife, or Riverside, or some MBTA station outside the city with affordable rates and plenty of parking spaces.  That way, no worrying about parallel parking, you'll save a ton on gas, and free up the roads for the people who NEED to use them.

/rant