Blog Question Of The Day:

Should I buy a ShamWow?

Blog Quote Of The Day:

To the last, I will grapple with thee... from Hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!

This is pretty funny!

XBox 360




I hope the link holds for awhile.

What time is it folks?

IT'S TIME FOR OUR YEARLY GAME!!!





That's right my friends, its time to play, Guess How Much Is In The Tip Jar!

Same rules apply as always. Everyone guesses, no one finds out how much is inside without a guess. To be fair, if you guess, and its wrong, don't tell anyone what your number is. It'll ruin it for others.

As usual, the prize is up for grabs as well. If you can guess the exact amount, within $1, then the pot is yours.

Happy guessing!!

All I hope for the future version of Windows, tentatively named 'Windows 7' is that it have the following installation option.

When you first set up the OS, and you're creating user accounts, they need to include the following dialog box:

"Would you like the /Moron/ version of this operating system or the /Expert/ installation?"

Each of /Moron/ and /Expert/ would be buttons on the dialog box.

Its very important that they set up the installation of the new Windows 7 operating system in this fashion so that people like me, DON'T HAVE TO SEE ALL THESE BLOODY CONFIRMATION BOXES!!!!!!

Why are we being forced to watch this game? Who thought this would make for an important feature game on Sunday afternoon? And furthermore, who is the jackaloupe at CTV that, when the game became the world's worst snooze-fest, persisted in showing this as the feature game?

Let's review.

Arizona is from a warm weather climate. They like to play a fast, pass-oriented offence. They have already clinched a playoff spot and have little to no motivation for this game.

In the other corner we have the New England Patriots. To my great disgust, they are the premiere organization in the NFL over the last 5-8 years. They lost their quarterback but have still managed to stay in the playoff hunt. They are not in a comfortable playoff position and are playing for their lives.

The game is from New England. Its cold and happens to be snowing today. The Patriots are all but unbeatable at home in December. They need this win and the warm weather Cardinals don't really care that much.

Who in the HELL couldn't see a blowout coming!?!

I would like to go on the record about something:

I will be buying Guitar Hero:Metallica when it becomes available.

That is all.

Do you know what I would really like to get for Christmas, that wouldn't even be that expensive?

The movie 'The Hunt For Red October' on DVD.

Blog Word Of The Day:

asswad

I think there should be a tattoo (and/or piercing) board to which you have to submit your body modification choice. There are some people out there that are making some horrendous choices.

I went to Princess Auto the other day. I'm not going to going into the whole laundry list of body modification mistakes this girl was making. She was probably around 20-22 years old, so it was a pretty long list for someone that young. The most egregious choice however was an Enormous tattoo of the Pilsner rabbit on her left forearm.

One should never, EVER proclaim their beer choice with a tattoo. That is ESPECIALLY true if you believe in Pilsner.

Pilsner is moose piss.

This is the funniest asshole you will ever see:

AssHole

Do you know what pisses me off? Costco idiots.

These arrogant bastards make the left turn into Costco, and there is CLEARLY no room in the roadway into the parking lot for them. Clearly no room. This is evident to the point that, the person ahead of them has their rear axle still in the street. So what does said Costco idiot do? Why he pulls his Ford F-250 in behind the mini-van ahead.

YOU'RE BLOCKING THE ROAD!!!

Heaven god forbid this jack-a-tard doesn't get to Costco to buy a pallet of mayonnaise for $378.56 (a 0.59/lb bargain). Yes I should have to come to a grinding halt on a major Saskatoon roadway so Captain Nigglenuts can get in line to go to the most ANNOYING god damn store on the planet.

I gotta be honest about something.

In this new video - "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)"

Beyonce looks a whole hell of a lot like a transsexual

Random acts of stupidity that I witnessed tonight:

London Drugs has a product in their flyer, and a display model on the shelf, but no versions of it in their inventory. WTF!?!

Some jackass at Canadian Tire is so arrogant that he parks in front of the damn shopping carts, with the vehicle idling, while he shops. I went in, bought my stuff, gawked around at other stuff, came out and the moron was will running in the parking lot. Good for him that gas is half the price it was this summer.

I go to Extra Food for groceries and the cashier girl has adopted the style of urban males and her pants are down around her mid thighs. Which might be okay, in some instances, but this girl wasn't pulling it off. If her shirt hadn't been 26 miles long, I would have no only seen her ass /crack/ but the whole ass, and probably her va-ja-ja. It wasn't something I wanted to see.

I am becoming deeply concerned with my growing obsession with Taylor Swift.

The problem with the movie 'The Golden Child' is they rushed the ending. You can't help but notice how shoddily they edited the last 15 minutes of the movie.

Let's cut through the crapola here. Does anyone really buy this sob story that Taylor Swift has boy trouble? For Christ sake she's gorgeous, sweet and self aware. What non-gay man could resist that?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Who all thinks we should start referring to Dion Phaneuf as 'Number Two'?

I went to a store I'd never been to before last night. I get the flyers in my mail and usually I throw them out. But there was something on the front page of the last one that caught my eye so I kept it. I pondered the purchase for a few days before going to the place.

The store was: Bianca Amor's Liquidation Supercentre.

Oh my GAWD was that a freak show. It was dark, so I didn't notice it driving up, but when you get to the entrance, its hard to not notice the plywood over some of the windows. Plywood. That was the first indication but you step through the door and its like immediate culture shock.

I thought maybe I'd stepped through a dimensional portal, and somehow ended up on the streets of Calcutta. The clutter than infested the place was just like a hundred movies you've seen about the congestion in India. There was just stuff . . . everywhere.

And not neatly, like you'd expect from a store. There was a box here, a box there. What made it worse is that this was obviously someone's idea of neat and orderly but it was just so . . . wrong on a variety of levels. I keep talking in similes but I felt like I'd wandered into a small town flea market. 37 year old merchandise lined up haphazardly into a vague resemblance of order, marked down drastically to make you think you were getting a bargain.

The lone cashier had a name tag made up with a Jiffy marker.

The /supervisor/ slouched back in a broken office chair, yawning loudly and frankly didn't seem to care if the store was open or closed.

The aisles were labelled with poster board and more Jiffy marker lettering.

The cash-out area was more plywood across saw horses.

You couldn't find a god damn thing in this unholy mess. I was desperate to leave but still wanted my $4 boxing gloves. Which, I suppose, is what draws anyone to this type of ungodly hell hole. Yes, its a living nightmare but you can get something cheap.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I don't know how you could work there. Which probably explains why I sign on the entrance offered $15 an hour to start. You'd go mad if you stayed any length of time.

I went to the Nine Inch Nails concert on Monday night. A lot could be said about how freakin' awesome that was. The show was great. The music was amazing but the lighting was beyond words. They did stuff with lights and screens that I couldn't believe. They rendered this image of a swamp at dusk, with water rippling; it was amazing.

I say all of that but unfortunately the enduring image in my head is from the opening act. Which would be unusual, because who remembers the opening band? Its been said before that I don't like to swear (too much) on my blog but,

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!

First of all, I think 'The Bug' was actually just the DJ. At least that's the assumption that I've made. The skid mark was constantly sampling from his collection of 'world's most annoying sounds'. You wouldn't think there would be that many awful sounds, or that someone would take the time to compile them all in one place. Nevertheless, The Bug had the full collection, and I'm pretty sure he played them all for us. Twice. At full volume. With over-the-top amounts of bass. For Christ sake, the damn curtains were waving!

And can someone explain to me who the fuck that person singing was? I think The Bug was the DJ but was the person doing the singing just some drunk bastard that stumbled onto the stage? Christ was that annoying! I made a joke about The Bug being reggae rap; who knew I'd be so damn close! I was not in the mood for rastafarian rapping; leastways some that made no fucking sense.

I'm not usually one that campaigns for decency. I'm usually a pretty offensive person myself. But I can honestly say that I was hoping the police would step in, and put a stop to The Bug's performance, when that Jamaican poser started screaming about 'hardcore'. The only saving grace was that it was dark as ass in there during The Bug's show. I think I'd have gone dead inside if I could have made out what she was doing on stage, while she screamed at the top of her lungs about wanting it 'hardcore'.

I can sum up tonight's trip to the grocery store in one sentence:

Where in the HELL are the god damn bacon bits!?!

It never ceases to amaze me how utterly selfish people are.

I'm standing around with nothing to do at the Blades game tonight. It was early; there was no one interested in beer yet. This women is standing by concession stand, eating something that I could not identify. I'm guessing a sandwich of some kind. A tomato falls out of it.

Its not like she didn't notice. She looked down at it on the ground. But she looked down, seemed to make the decision that it was not her problem, and walked away.

Come on! I'm not saying you have to eat the damn thing but at least pick it up. People drop fries and popcorn all the time. I'll let that slide, although its still a bit on the rude side. But a whole freakin' slice of tomato? That's gross.

FYI . . .

Being 'backstage' at a concert sounds exciting until its a Kenny Rogers concert at which you find yourself backstage.

Not a lot goes on backstage at a Kenny Rogers concert. If it had been a little less dim, I'd have probably seen the tumbleweeds.

Things That Piss Me Off:

What the hell is wrong with people that come to the HOCKEY rink and complain about the selection of alcohol? Its the damn hockey arena! We're not gonna have a 96 variety selection of your supposed 'top-shelf' alcohol to choose from. So what if the damn vodka is Alberta Spring? To your unsophisticated palate, vodka is vodka.

Idiots.

Its not a perfect match but bear with me as you make your evaluation. If you study him doesn't Michael Phelps, the guy that won 8 medals at the recent Beijing Olympics, look a little like Screech from Saved By The Bell?

Blog Question Of The Day:

If you had written code for Windows Vista, would you put that on your resume?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Is there anywhere in, or around, Saskatoon where you can take a good picture of the city at night?

If someone could set me up with Nicole Biggins from the Morning Mash-Up, I would appreciate it.

Thank you.

I am logging on to take this opportunity to tell everyone that it is categorically impossible to wear a beret, and look good.

Thank you, and good night.

Blog Question Of The Day:

Does a female rock band have groupies?

And if so, are they still female?

Blog Question Of The Day:

How long is the average Facebook session?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Do they shoot porn movies on the weekend?

Am I weird? I know she's good looking but Megan Fox doesn't do it for me. I can't figure out what all the fuss is about.

Blog Question Of The Day:

What is the stupidest idea I've ever had?

Here's what I don't get.

Its not like the instructions are that hard to follow. When the airline representative comes on the mic to announce pre-boarding, they are very explicit about to whom this applies.

- People with children
- Children flying alone
- anyone that needs extra time getting on board the plane.

Why is this so hard for people to understand? About every fourth or fifth flight you'll see this phenomenon. They announce 'pre-boarding' and all of sudden everyone jumps up and runs to get in line to get on the plane. Its pre-boarding! You idiots are just impatient, not infirm. Meanwhile there's people with toddlers and old people that can barely hobble getting trampled by impatient, rude assholes that just want to get on the plane and start reading their Globe and Mail.

Idiots!

Blog Question Of The Day:

Could Mike Tyson, in his prime, have won at UFC?

I feel like I should be using the word 'pedantic' more often.

It is really, really fun to watch girls play Boxing on the Nintendo Wii.

. . .

It probably doesn't hurt that they were a little drunk too.

Is there anything more redneck that smoking while driving . . . with a 5-year-old in the passenger seat of the car?

This will never get boring.

Go on, try it!

Blog Question Of The Day:

Would I enjoy wearing the new AXE body spray?

I personally identify with David Wooderson

The Same Age

I have isolated a problem with the consumption of iced tea. If you are really thirsty, it becomes WAY to easy to just chug the entire bottle in the span of about 36 seconds.

If you drink something carbonated, the burn of the bubbles keeps you from draining the bottle in Olympic record time.

Blog Question Of The Day:

How does one decide when they need to update their Facebook status to 'in a relationship'?

How does a girl decide when a guy she sees is ugly?

The Daily Show with John Stewart needs to be required viewing for all American voters.

For the love of God can someone PLEASE explain to me why they let Rod Black do anything serious!?!

Is someone watching these re-runs of Frasier?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Should I eat more apples?

Finally, what I wanted my entertainment center to look like:

Can someone please explain to me why they've been allowed to make 'Saw' movies all the way up to number FIVE!?!?!?!

I have seen the future of my obsession and it is Blanka Vlašić.

Blanka Vlašić

Does anyone want to trade me a regular, Canadian 20 dollar bill for this American one I don't want?

MEMO

TO: Jim Van Horne and broadcast partner
FROM: TELK

Please do not repeat, over and over until its nauseating to hear, that the pitcher's name is:

Lauren Bay Regula
Lauren Bay

Its infuriating to the nth degree to hear this so many times when its utterly pointless. Unless her Mom calls her Lauren-Bay, I seriously doubt we need to.

Blog Observation Of The Day:

How embarassing would it be to compete for one of the fringe nations at the Olympics, somehow pull off winning a gold medal, only to stand on the podium and have you national anthem be a disco song?

Blog Olympics Question Of The Day:

How does someone find the strength to sprint to the finish line after running 26 miles!?!

Blog Question Of The Day:

When you become a gymnast, and first take up the sport, how do you learn how to do the difficult vaults without piling into something and killing yourself?

What's with all the spam on MSN lately? I'm just sitting here minding my own business, and suddenly girls with obviously fake Hotmail addresses (maybe obviously fake girls?) are messaging me, offering to send me pics, chat with me, or (maybe) do something naughty on a webcam.

First of all, why would this approach to marketing work? Is it random? Are there 12 year old girls getting the same messages as me? If so, how many of them want to see naked pics of Millicent?

Second of all, STOP MESSAGING ME!!! I know how to find pictures of girls on the internet. I don't need you to send me any. Besides, the pictures you'd be sending aren't of the person on the other side of the chat window. Everyone lies on the internet. I know the hot, redhead coming down the runway isn't the person on the other side of the text. I'm pretty sure I'm chatting with an over-weight, bad complexion, balding 36-year old man from the Ukraine, earning 14 rubles a day, trying to convince stupid, horny men North American men to give them their credit card number.

Watch this video. The pay-off is hilarious!

The Babysitter

Once again I have been betrayed by Windows Vista:

"You cannot use Remote Desktop Connection to connect to computers running Windows Vista Starter, Windows Vista Home Basic, Windows Vista Home Basic N, or Windows Vista Home Premium. You can, however, connect from those editions of Windows Vista to computers running other versions of Windows."

What It Means To Be An Engineer

I need the answer to a question. I need the answer because I studied this all night and I couldn't figure it out.

What the hell is wrong with some people that they think its perfectly okay to come up to the side of the bar, and demand that they get service? When did that turn into a good idea?

We had a more 'temporary' bar location tonight. As such, it wasn't as well delineated and barricaded like our normal station is. Hence, people seemed to think this gave them free reign to just wander up and order from wherever they pleased. I looked up at one point and this stupid bitch was basically behind the bar, standing right beside the girl she was demanding a drink from. If I wasn't so far behind on pouring Kokanee, I might have gone over and taken a swipe at this witless cow.

One more example of the decline of modern civilization:

Blog Question Of The Day:

If you were guaranteed that you would be taken care of financially, for the rest of your life, would you be willing to have one gay experience?

So what is the deal with having your keys on a string?

Everywhere I go lately, everyone has their keys on a string. Or a lanyard, or whatever the hell you want to call the concept which, when boiled right down to its essence, is a string.

I don't get this at all. Why is this suddenly a freakin' status symbol? You drive down the street and you see a group of three or four kids, invariably in pants that don't fit, and a hat on sideways. I could do a whole rant on how god damn stupid these idiots look but that's for another day. This isn't downtown Detroit, and you aren't a hoodlum. You're stupid ass-hat in upper-middle class Saskatoon. Act your proper station in life.

Back to my point.

You see this group of three or four idiots walking down the street, and almost without variation, there's a damn string hanging out of their pocket. One of these miscreants will be fumbling with theirs and you realize its their keys. They've all go the string from their keys hanging out of their pocket!

Please, someone, explain to me why this is a good idea. Why is it that you have the keys that secure all of your valuable property on a god damn string hanging out of your pocket such that anyone that wanted to, really, could grab it from your pocket and you'd never catch them. You'd never catch them because you're damn pants are hanging down to your bloody knees and you can't get a proper running gait going.

And who else is sick and tired of hearing about Brent Hayden!?!

I hate the voice of the guy who is doing the radio ads for Labatt's where they are promoting 18 can packs of Labatt Lite and Labatt Blue.

Who's with me?

Is the hole in the middle of a donut there because they tried to cut out all the calories?

Blog Poll Of The Day:

Should I build a sauna in my basement?

"Can I have two double rye's, and a Pil?"

"No. We can't serve doubles, and you're only allowed two drinks per person. Plus we don't have Pil."

"Why can't I have a double?"

"You just can't. Its in the liquor license."

"That's stupid."

"Sorry. I don't make the rules."

"Okay, then give me two singles, with very little pop."

"I have to fill the glass up. It has to be a mixed drink."

"That's stupid."

"Sorry."

"Why does it have to be a mixed drink?"

"Like I said, its in the liquor license."

"That's stupid. So I really can't have a double?"

-- pause --

"NO!!! You can't have a fucking double!!! I've said that like six fucking times already! Who the fuck do you think you are anyway!?! Its a god damn rule! I'm not personally singling you out for persecution, you idiot! The last guy couldn't have a god damn double rye, and the next person to ask ain't gonna get one either. And no, it doesn't help if you ask for a double vodka, or a double rum either. No doubles!!! That's the god damn rule! Now why do I gotta keep standing here as your feeble fucking brain looks for the bloody loophole that isn't fucking there!?! What are you? Fucking retarded!?!"

And one more for the record . . .

Black nail polish does not look good.

At all.

Ever.

From any sort of perspective, it looks stupid and ridiculous. If you're thinking about doing this, just don't. Its a bad idea.

The following is a real advertisement on Sirius satellite radio:

"AshleyMadison.com is an interactive web site for men and women already in committed relationships who are looking for something more. AshleyMadison.com exists because needs often get neglected and relationships change over time. And because real people have real feelings. Relationships of different kinds are started at AshleyMadison. Some want to talk; some want to do more. So if you are looking for something new, visit AshleyMadison.com."

AshleyMadison = www.imahugedouche.com

Blog Question Of The Day:

Why are oven instructions always in multiples of 25 degrees?

Is it just me or does Manny Ramirez look like the Predator alien when he's wearing a batting helmet?

I just watched the Nancy Drew movie. It was entertaining enough, without being a sensational experience. I was impressed that it was not over-the-top kid oriented.

I have two comments that come from the movie:

Knee high socks and a short skirt is a very sexy look.

Emma Roberts is hard to buy as a 16+ year old girl. She very cute, but Emma still looks like she's about 12.

Blog Question Of The Day:

Why do some girls feel compelled to wear stupid hats?

Blog Question Of The Day:

If you are a pair of beautiful young girls, dressed and ready to go to the club on a Friday night, why are you in Home Depot buying 1" clear vinyl tubing?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Who the F&%K cheats on Christie Brinkley!?!

McLovin is my hero.

I want to be McLovin.

"Watch the lumbering sloth of the napasaurus, as it tends to the bar at the ungainly slow Cirque Du Soleil show . . ."

I'm pretty sure Stewie Griffin is going to grow up to be a homosexual.

With the net as big as it is, it really should be inexcusable for a soccer goalie to get beat through the 5 hole.

I just read a forum post from someone who was apologizing for their website being down (paid membership site). Apparently some data center in Houston had something go wrong and a huge portion of their equipment went dead. There was a fire, or an explosion, or something happened. I remember reading about it in the news on the web a couple of days ago but I don't remember the details.

Anyway, someone responded to this post and said, thanks for the heads up. Don't worry about it and luckily no one was hurt.

Is it just me or is that another one of these empty platitudes that don't mean anything? Of course is lucky, and a relief, that no one was hurt. However, on a personal level, does the fact that no one was hurt really mean anything to us? To the family and friends of someone that works at that data center, the fact that no one was hurt means something significant. The person they know could have been hurt, but wasn't. But to me, Joe Webuser, living thousands of miles away, do I really care that no one was hurt?

Obviously, as a moral human being, I never wish harm to come to another person. But for me to say, luckily no one was hurt, shouldn't it actually have a meaning for me? Else, aren't I just mouthing empty words with no sentiment behind it? If no one is hurt, then I can't connect with the tragedy on any kind of level. Its not that much different than a demolition that goes off safely. Building is damaged, life goes on. However, if someone IS hurt, then I can connect with the occurence on a human level because another person has been injured or killed, and while I don't know the victim personally, I can personalize it by thinking, what if that happened to my friend?

Luckily no one was hurt gets said a lot it seems. But I suspect that its just words without sentiment. Wouldn't a response on a forum feel more genuine if someone actually had been injured?

I pull up to the drive-thru speaker at KFC/Taco Bell in Winnipeg tonight. I'm hot, tired and hungry like balls. All I want is something hot to eat, and something ice cold to drink, before I pass out like a stone on a crummy hotel bed.

Before I can think of anything pithy to say into the faceless automoton that is a drive-thru speaker, a perky young girl's voice chirps out at me.

'If you are here for chicken from KFC' (ever so slight pause for dramatic effect) 'we are out of chicken'

I was floored. Quite honestly floored. I came to a KFC/Taco Bell and the first thing they tell me is, they are out of chicken. Out of chicken!?! How does a chicken joint run out of chicken? You'd think the very first thing you do at the start of the KFC day is, ask yourself, do I have 16 tons of chicken on hand. I mean, its not like you can look at the menu board and say, I really don't think anyone will order chicken today.

So what's the deal with the way people set to hit in slo-pitch? You'd think we were 7 million dollar a year outfielders for the Chicago Cubs. I'm sitting on the bench and I'm watching our opponents toe into the batter's box like Barry Bonds on a steroid bender.

Exactly what do these people think they are accomplishing when they grind into the dirt like that? Its the first inning and the diamond is groomed, and nice looking. Unlike what has become our usual field, this one we were on tonight looks unspoiled and flat. Then Joe Slo-Pitch digs into the batter's box and suddenly the shale is flying like we're on a mine site. I watch in horror as this (as it turns out) weak hitter, digs into the batter's box like he's strip mining for coal. I hope he found some because that tepid grounder he hit to third base isn't gonna win him any guaranteed contracts with the Cardinals.

By the time I get to hit in the third inning, the hole on the right side of the home plate is yawning open like a crater after a meteor strike. It dismays me that in three short innings, we've taken a well groomed batter's box, and turned into an ecological disaster typically reserved for strip mines of the 1950's. I go up to bat and the strike zone is the ground to my shoulders, because of the hole my knees are flush with the plate.

Why can't we all just go up there, step into the box, and take a cut at the ball? No one is going to the major's from the D League of Saskatoon slo-pitch.

I forgot to mention something about Arby's.

Of the staff who's feet I could see, 2/3 of them had on flip-flops.

I strongly recommend the new Pecan Chicken Salad Sandwich from Arby's. Its a little pricey at $5.49. But it was fresh, on real bread, with lots of flavor, including some distinct one's that I couldn't immediately place. Actually, the chicken in the sandwich was at best 50% of the bulk, and maybe less as there was crunchy vegetables and what I have to assume were the pecans. It bought it as an experiment and I found myself feeling delightfully impressed.

What was not impressive was the Arby's store from which I bought the sandwich. If you can at all help it, do NOT frequent the Arby's on Circle Drive. It was horrible. I don't want to go into a long narrative on why I was unimpressed so here are some bullet points about what went wrong:

- they had one cashier, she didn't seem to know what she was doing, and of the three orders I witnessed, she got them all wrong
- there was 5 employees, all girls, and none of them seemed capable of getting along with on another
- the manager was on the drive-thru window, and she appeared to be about 5 seconds away from apoplectic rage that would cause her to quit completely. I thought she might strike the cashier when she couldn't process my chicken salad sandwich properly
- the cashier told the man ahead of me that sour cream was extra but the person who brought it gave it to him for free. Not such a bad thing but you gotta hate the inconsistency
- I'm not sure they successfully processed a drive-thru order while I was in the store for 20 minutes. When the manager went to deliver a late drive-thru order, she dumped all the drinks on the floor trying to negotiate the door. When 5 groups in line she just left the mess on the floor and kept on going.

After watching tonight's hockey game I have come to realize that Sidney Crosby is a bit of a douche.

Remember how much we ALL hated that Scotiabank commercial with the nook? It started out in the same park as that Scotiabank commercial and now the repetition of it has made the DAMN Kia commercial with Flashdance theme exactly the same.

Get that dreck off my TV during playoffs!!!

As of today, I am a brachiosaurus.

Blog Song Of The Day:

Rehab - Sittin' At A Bar

For the life of me I do not get it.

Can someone, please, explain to me, why I would want to give even two squirts of piss for American goddamn Idol!?!

Has anyone else ever noticed that those awareness ribbons (red for AIDS, pink for breast cancer, etc) look an awful lot like the Jesus fish symbol turned sideways?

What would possess you to think that putting neon license plate illumination on a 1990's era Mercury Villager would be a good idea!?!

Would I want a rhinoceros as a pet?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Would you ever consider going parachuting?

I would just like to take this opportunity to AGAIN point out how much of a big stick in the ass Windows Vista is.

My resolve to switch to a Mac grows even further.

Ladies:

You can NOT get tattoos on your breasts. I really can't stress this enough. It always looks trashy.

I gotta lay off the WEED!!!

For the record . . .

Radio stations that put their advertising station identifier, into the middle of a song, are a bunch of ASSHOLES!!!