I burped.
It had flavor.
I was unimpressed.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Saturday, June 25, 2005
There is a topic that does not often get the attention it deserves. In a world gone mad, when you can be exceeding the posted speed limit, and still be passed like you're standing still, the topic I am about to advance would not seem reasonable. My trip in from Watson should have borne out how the world should all slow down. However, that is not the basis of the suggestion I wish to present.
We all need to agree on a minimum speed limit.
I was being passed like a road sign on my drive in. Which I was going to blog about until I got to Circle Drive. Upon doing so, I was intercepted by this impossibly ignorant butt-wedge. I'm trying to merge into traffic, like you're supposed to do. And predictably, no one behaves like they should, and let me in. So there's a bit of drama getting into the lane. And now I'm behind a large truck who can not go fast off the line. So I signal and go into the left lane.
Well so do Joe Seventy Year Old. This IDIOT goes a whopping 60 kmh in the left lane. Nor can I go back in the right, because that's a solid line of traffic. So the whole endeavour is limited by the haul trucks and this jackass in his Buick.
Thus we need a minimum speed limit. If you're not willing to do 90% of the posted speed limit, then you need to stick to side streets. Otherwise you're a hazard to all that drive.
OFF THE ROAD SLOWPOKE!!!!!
We all need to agree on a minimum speed limit.
I was being passed like a road sign on my drive in. Which I was going to blog about until I got to Circle Drive. Upon doing so, I was intercepted by this impossibly ignorant butt-wedge. I'm trying to merge into traffic, like you're supposed to do. And predictably, no one behaves like they should, and let me in. So there's a bit of drama getting into the lane. And now I'm behind a large truck who can not go fast off the line. So I signal and go into the left lane.
Well so do Joe Seventy Year Old. This IDIOT goes a whopping 60 kmh in the left lane. Nor can I go back in the right, because that's a solid line of traffic. So the whole endeavour is limited by the haul trucks and this jackass in his Buick.
Thus we need a minimum speed limit. If you're not willing to do 90% of the posted speed limit, then you need to stick to side streets. Otherwise you're a hazard to all that drive.
OFF THE ROAD SLOWPOKE!!!!!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
A couple of things, as I sit here on a Thursday night.
Congratulations San Antonio. I was cheering for you. Not that I really wanted the Spurs to win as much as I didn't want the Pistons to lose. I'm not against the Pistons, but I was really cheering for the Miami Heat, and the Pistons. Go Shaq!!!
During the fourth quarter of an incredibly interesting basketball game, my satellite reciever decided to crap out. I have no idea what its issue was. I have had trouble with reception tonight, but that's because its blowing at about 100 km/h out there. I unplugged it, did some laundry, and then plugged it back in again. Everything was fine. Weird but otherwise non-consequential.
Why does Real Player have to be so insidious? When my reciever crapped out, I went to the internet to listen to the game live, via the web. Much props to the world for inventing the internet. That would have been impossible, 'back in the day'.
I've never listened to a basketball game on radio. It was kind of different. It really makes you notice how truly idiotic the color commentary can be for pro sports. San Antonio is up by 6 with 18 seconds to play and the bonehead color guy is talking about San Antonio having screwed up by using their last time out already. It doesn't matter! Detroit is not scoring 6 points in 18 seconds against that defence!
Back to Real Player. Of course, to listen over the internet I had to install Real Player. I don't recall the last time I felt that dirty. I just hate Real software. I'm constantly scared its running roughshod over my computer. The very first thing I did when the game ended was uninstall Real Player. I hope I suffer no long term issues.
So yes, I'm the Mayor of Loserville. I watched TV all night. How many of you can honestly say you did much better?
Toodles!!
Congratulations San Antonio. I was cheering for you. Not that I really wanted the Spurs to win as much as I didn't want the Pistons to lose. I'm not against the Pistons, but I was really cheering for the Miami Heat, and the Pistons. Go Shaq!!!
During the fourth quarter of an incredibly interesting basketball game, my satellite reciever decided to crap out. I have no idea what its issue was. I have had trouble with reception tonight, but that's because its blowing at about 100 km/h out there. I unplugged it, did some laundry, and then plugged it back in again. Everything was fine. Weird but otherwise non-consequential.
Why does Real Player have to be so insidious? When my reciever crapped out, I went to the internet to listen to the game live, via the web. Much props to the world for inventing the internet. That would have been impossible, 'back in the day'.
I've never listened to a basketball game on radio. It was kind of different. It really makes you notice how truly idiotic the color commentary can be for pro sports. San Antonio is up by 6 with 18 seconds to play and the bonehead color guy is talking about San Antonio having screwed up by using their last time out already. It doesn't matter! Detroit is not scoring 6 points in 18 seconds against that defence!
Back to Real Player. Of course, to listen over the internet I had to install Real Player. I don't recall the last time I felt that dirty. I just hate Real software. I'm constantly scared its running roughshod over my computer. The very first thing I did when the game ended was uninstall Real Player. I hope I suffer no long term issues.
So yes, I'm the Mayor of Loserville. I watched TV all night. How many of you can honestly say you did much better?
Toodles!!
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
That's it? That's what they're getting excited about? This piece of advertising TRIPE is what has America all in a lather?
Paris Hilton's Carl's Jr. Commercial
I watched it. I can't believe the hype. Its nothing. Perhaps a tad on the cheesy side, but when have the Americans ever cared about that? They sat through two awful Batman movies and they like that idiotic Napoleon Dynamite movie. And they're getting into a lather about a stupid hamburger commercial.
Its not pornography.
To use that loaded term there should at LEAST be nudity, implied or better, and something sexual, implied or better. This commerical fails on both counts. She doesn't get undressed and certainly doesn't do anything sexual.
Why can't Americans just calm down about stuff? This kind of silly crap is why the rest of the world likes to make fun of them. Its a stupid, adolescent pantheon to a woman that is famous only because her money says she is. At worst its in bad taste because it worships something vacuous. But worthy of banning? I think not.
All those of you that are excited about this. Go to a mirror. Take off your clothes. Suck your index finger. Now THAT is pornography.
Paris Hilton's Carl's Jr. Commercial
I watched it. I can't believe the hype. Its nothing. Perhaps a tad on the cheesy side, but when have the Americans ever cared about that? They sat through two awful Batman movies and they like that idiotic Napoleon Dynamite movie. And they're getting into a lather about a stupid hamburger commercial.
Its not pornography.
To use that loaded term there should at LEAST be nudity, implied or better, and something sexual, implied or better. This commerical fails on both counts. She doesn't get undressed and certainly doesn't do anything sexual.
Why can't Americans just calm down about stuff? This kind of silly crap is why the rest of the world likes to make fun of them. Its a stupid, adolescent pantheon to a woman that is famous only because her money says she is. At worst its in bad taste because it worships something vacuous. But worthy of banning? I think not.
All those of you that are excited about this. Go to a mirror. Take off your clothes. Suck your index finger. Now THAT is pornography.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I was watching a movie this afternoon and had a question. For those that are interested, it was 'How To Deal' starring the effervescent Mandy Moore. Her musical endeavours may be a bit saccharine (I actually favor her) but her acting skills are quite good.
So as part of the funeral scene the crowd mills around outside the church. It starts to rain. Everyone covers their head with the program from the ceremony.
Why!?! What is this compulsion we have to protect our heads from moisture? You're standing out in the rain with no more than a folded 8-1/2x11 sheet of paper and your first instinct is to cover your head. Isn't this absolutely retarded? What kind of protection is a sheet of paper from rain? And what good is keeping a square on your head dry, when everything else about you is soaked to the skin?
If anyone knows the answer, you know where to reach me.
So as part of the funeral scene the crowd mills around outside the church. It starts to rain. Everyone covers their head with the program from the ceremony.
Why!?! What is this compulsion we have to protect our heads from moisture? You're standing out in the rain with no more than a folded 8-1/2x11 sheet of paper and your first instinct is to cover your head. Isn't this absolutely retarded? What kind of protection is a sheet of paper from rain? And what good is keeping a square on your head dry, when everything else about you is soaked to the skin?
If anyone knows the answer, you know where to reach me.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Well, its official. I'm going to cut grass.
I got up this morning and thought I could avoid the task. I looked out the window and there was rain falling. I smiled quietly, because I thought it would lost most, if not all day, and I wouldn't have to cut grass. But the damned sun came out after lunch and thus I am forced to slice off the top layer again. Once more I will have the nicest lawn in town, with the single worst maintenance record.
I hate my grass.
I got up this morning and thought I could avoid the task. I looked out the window and there was rain falling. I smiled quietly, because I thought it would lost most, if not all day, and I wouldn't have to cut grass. But the damned sun came out after lunch and thus I am forced to slice off the top layer again. Once more I will have the nicest lawn in town, with the single worst maintenance record.
I hate my grass.