Friday, August 21, 2009

"C'est la vie" say the Old Folks...



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If I could save time in a bottle, I'd do the following in chronological order: Sleep, wake up, look for a bigger bottle, go back to sleep, wake up, join gamefly and master all video games ever invented, sleep, wake up, invent a time machine, go back in time to 1963, sleep with a Beatle.

I've found it increasingly more difficult of late to keep up with this blog with the sort of frequency I would like. In order to explain this, I have constructed the following too much time on my hands, bored at work, gay, "Random Things" List. As you'll notice, the biggest difference between my list and those canned, cookie-cutter, girlie lists you'll find on all the social networking sites, is that I made mine up off the top of my head, and I'm considerably maladjusted. If any of these statements even remotely echo similarities in you, please leave me a comment. Afterall, it's our own self-indulgence that drives us bloggers to do what we do, so what's the point if no one out there acknowledges our love of hearing our own inner ramblings? Without further ado:

1.) I peel my toenails off. I do not cut them, or trim them, or use an instrument of any kind to make them shorter. I use my fingers, and my fingernails, and I peel them off. Anything else would be too girlie. Most people probably find this disgusting. I ask those people to simply not watch me peel off my own toenails. No, I do NOT eat them when I am done.

2.) I do NOT pee in the shower, and CANNOT understand how, or why, anyone could/would. Go before, or after, but not during. You are not clean when you get out of a shower in which you just peed. If you are the kind of person who thinks me peeling off my toenails is gross, just imagine me peeling off my toenails after they've been fermenting in my own urine for 10 minutes.

3.) I am not afraid of whatever food service people do to my food when I'm not looking. I am not afraid of the trace amounts of urine and fecal matter found on lemons, and most all other food that is prepared ahead of time in public eateries. If you do not close the lid to your own toilet before you flush it, you will find more traces of urine and fecal matter on your own toothbrush, than you will on the lemons in your ice water at a restaurant. Which leads me to my next random thought:

4.) I believe in closing the lid on the toilet when you're done using it. That's what the lid is for. No more of this male/female bickering about men always leaving the toilet seat up, and women always leaving it down. EVERYONE should be putting the seat AND the lid down when they're done, because THAT'S WHAT THE FREAKIN' LID IS THERE FOR. That way, everyone has to lift something every time they go to the bathroom, no one has any more or less "work" to do, and poop and piss does not get all over my toothbrush.

5.) There is absolutely no reason, at all, why Americans shouldn't use a bidet. I swear to something, anything, that I'm putting one in my house. I believe more in the "three seashells" technique from Demolition Man than I do wadded up squares of ultra thin paper. Until Europeans develop an understanding for the condition known most commonly in the U.S as "dingleberries," I'm going to stick to my guns that their methodology is better.

6.) Tampon, douche, yeast-infection treatment, and other "feminine hygiene" product commercials are ALL degrading toward women and should be banned. At very least, they should be made illegal to air between the hours of me eating lunch, and me eating dinner. Men do not buy these products for women unless asked to do so directly, followed by being told specifically what exact kind to purchase. And seriously, of all the stupid women I know in this universe, I don't know any who would actually change their product(s) of choice based on a television commercial. If you are a feminine hygiene product manufacturer, spending your advertising dollars on television commercials is a complete and utter waste of your time and money. If you want marketing results, put your ads in chicky fashion magazines, or better yet, Victoria Secret catalogs. Yes, putting advertisements for feminine hygiene products in a Viki's Secret catalog will no doubt cause more women to buy your product, however, it will also cause men to stop sneaking them into the bathroom during #2 time, which would inevitably lead to a detrimental decrease in slutty panties sales for Victoria Secret. Tough call.

7.) If I wear socks, I never have to wash my shoes, correct? So if I wear underwear, same thing with my pants, no? Well, however you would answer that question, my answer is yes. Clean underwear, undershirts, socks, over shirts, fine. But just try and guess when the last time I washed my pants was. Seriously. I dare you.

8.) As long as there are women in this world who can shotgun a beer, kick their boyfriend's ass at beer pong/flip cup, shoot jager, and/or become head brewmasters, I will never understand why it is considered "girlie" for a man to order an apple martini, or similar fruit-flavored drink. Apple martini's are straight liquor. There is nothing non-alcoholic in them. Why should someone have to drink straight vodka in order to be considered "manly"? Straight vodka just doesn't taste good. You can add all the olive juice (non-alcoholic, you big sissy) to it that you want, and it's still not going to taste any less like bactine.

9.) I go left. If you've ever done the "sidewalk dance" you'll know what I'm talking about. I make it real simple: I GO LEFT! Always. Not for one second do I hesitate. You won't get a dance out of me. I go left. While you're standing there having a two step moment with yourself, I'll be passing you to the left. I do, however, thank you for and applaud your efforts to get out of my way. Anything is better than the "go-straighters". You cannot walk shoulder-to-shoulder, 3 wide on the side walk. There are other people in this world. It is conceivable that at some point, you will pass one of these people on the sidewalk. When you do, MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF THEIR WAY. It is not YOUR sidewalk, nor does the world revolve around you. That being said, I can usually see idiots like that coming, in which case, I make an exception to my "I go left" rule. I find it helps to bring a helmet along with you just for scenarios such as this. Bow your head, quickly strap on your helmet, and make a b-line right at the arrogant straight-walker in front of you. You'll never see a moron move faster.

10.) My patience has expired for people who don't use google programs. If you use an email address that ends with something other than your company, college, website's domain name, or gmail.com, you're an idiot. @aol.com, @yahoo.com, @hotmail.com, @msn.com, etc. are now all unacceptable e-mail addresses. If you are unsure as to why gmail is the best, do yourself a favor and just make the switch. If I'm wrong, feel free to never return to this website again. Also, just so everyone knows, Internet Explorer, iTunes, all anti-virus/anti-spyware/anti-malware programs, and all Facebook applications are virus causing, phishing, spamming, computer bogging, infectious diseases of programming that aren't to be used under any circumstances. Oh, and uh, Twitter sucks! Don't believe me, just look at what google has to say about it:

http://mashable.com/2009/08/11/google-twitter-search/




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Friday, August 14, 2009

Honesty is the best policy...


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If you can't say something nice about someone, banish them to hell on your blog. Tonight I'm going to see my favorite band of all time, Our Lady Peace. This monumental experience fills me with the utmost happiness and anticipation that could only be regurgitated upon by this news:

With Eagles, Vick gets second chance

I'm going to keep this blog nice and simple, for once.

I love Our Lady Peace.
FUCK, Michael Vick.

If you don't love Our Lady Peace, but do love Michael Vick, and are excited to see him return to the NFL, go fuck yourself! And PLEASE don't bother ever returning to this page, because your horoscope will be the same every single day for the rest of your life: If you are ever to meet someone, and fall in love, and its with a woman, she will die giving birth to the baby, whom will soon after be eaten, that she conceived while she was being raped.

Now, rot in some form of a Hell, Mike Vick, and all your supporters.

That is all.

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Friday, August 7, 2009

A rooster in the hen house...


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You can't make an omelet without a stove, a frying pan, some butter or cooking oil, and a few deshelled eggs. Unless you've got your own omelet making robot. Then all you would need is some eggs. Unless your omelet making robot was actually a cyborg chicken. Then, your robot could lay its on eggs, and make its own fresh, hot, steamy omelets. Maybe it's just me, but can you think of three adjectives which describe the taste of cooked eggs in a more appeasing way than fresh, hot, and steamy?

At any rate, don't let "these bad times" get you down. Just wait until 2029. You see, everything that has ever been thought, imagined, dreamed, conceived, hypothesized, theorized, or even just mentioned in the history of the universe will be possible, tangible, and purchasable by the year 2029. So don't worry that you've now foreclosed on two mortgages, and that you haven't been employed since you got laid off 8 months ago, because 20 years from now, you'll be able to purchase a key-chain-sized robot, for about the price of a piece of Bazooka Joe gum, that folds out into a luxurious 18 bedroom mansion in the Hamptons. Okay, maybe not, but you will definitely be able to purchase a robot the size of a key chain that could build you a luxurious 18 bedroom mansion, practically anywhere in the world you want, within 24 hours.

Just wait until 2029, and your total lack of money, skill, intelligence, or beauty of any kind will no longer be a hindrance to you, or those around you. In 2029, (when Kanya West is President of the United States), we will replace all poor, unattractive, talentless morons with "smarter, better, faster, stronger " versions of themselves. Ugly babies will be instantly modified by robot doctors into perfect, flawless, genetically altered, cosmetically enhanced versions of themselves, prior to the breath of life being spanked into them.

Just wait until 2029, when blind people will at last be able to get behind the wheel of a car, as it drives itself to their destination, but it won't even matter because blind people will just be outfitted with technologically engineered, functional eyes.

Yes, in 2029, we'll all be cosmetically, biologically, technologically, and intelligently perfect replicas of our current selves. Death, disease, and poverty will be obsolete, so you can feel free to have as much unprotected sex with as many different partners as you see fit. However, people WILL still pee in the shower.

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Sunday, August 2, 2009

Counting your blessings...

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When you wish upon a star, it takes 367,000,978,345,692,1094,984,356.89137 light years for the sound of your voice to reach the nearest star to you at that exact moment. A.K.A. - IT CAN'T HEAR YOU!

If anyone ever reads my other blog (realistism.blogspot.com), they'll know that I'm not the "religious type." Needless to say, I don't pray much/ever. I won't sit here and say that I'm against people who do choose to pray. What I will say is this: Keep your prayers to yourself. Because if you are 367,000,978,345,692,1094,984,356.89137 light years away from the nearest star, you have no idea how ridiculously far you are away from anything even resembling this God fellow. IT CAN'T HEAR YOU!

If you're the praying/wishing out loud type, please consider others, and keep your bullshit to yourself. First of all, it's a commonly known fact that prayers, wishes, spells, charms, etc., cannot penetrate the invisible walls of the earth's ozone layer, so all you're really doing is polluting our atmosphere with an over-abundance of bullshit not even your own mother could make herself care about.

Just STOP it! No one cares whether or not you get that promotion, or if your cat recovers from that stress-fracture surgery. Most importantly, no one cares whether or not their food gets "blessed to the nourishment of our bodies," nor do we think you are a good person just because you make a public "thank you" prayer to an imaginary deity whom has nothing to do with the fact that we are about to gorge ourselves into gluttonous oblivion. You are a self-indulgent ass. Shut up, and stop perpetuating the rate of global warning by burning holes in our ozone layer with your stinky bullshit.

Big opportunities are lurking. Make sure you're getting your sleep so you will be well rested. Take the extra 5 minutes you would spend praying, and just sleep. Remember, you can't project your stupidity on to others as long as you are asleep. Also, consider fasting. You'll need to have plenty of room in that elastic fat sack you call a stomach when you die and come to find out that your precious "Heaven" is nothing more than an eternal all-you-can-eat buffet at the Golden Corral.


WELCOME to HEAVEN! We've been expecting you.
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