How I Spent My Snow Day

Yesterday was a snow day, and as we all know, snow days are filled with magic, wonder and adventure. My snow day had all of that, and more.

I began by walking through the frozen tundra to the nearest Starbucks to get myself a coffee. On the way back I stopped at McDonalds and picked up a few sausage mcmuffins with which to stuff my fat face. The McDonalds employees seemed extra chipper as they spit in my food. They were obviously filled with the holiday spirit.

I spent the next 18 hours with my tongue stuck to a flag pole.

The End

Role Playing

The young couple was having problems in the bedroom and turned to a well-known therapist for help.

"...I suggest that you be frank with each other when it comes to love-making..." Said the therapist in between sips of tea.

They took her comments as a recommendation of Role Playing.

Happy Halloween

Halloween isn't as fun as an adult as it was when I was a kid. I don't really eat candy anymore, and Horror Movies have lost their appeal as nothing scares me since I lost the will to live. I could go to a Halloween party (assuming I was lucky enough to be invited to one) and enjoy seeing women I know dressed up like whores. However, the plight of the ugly girl who tries to fit in will certainly kill my erotic buzz, and make me think about my life in new and different ways. I'm just not ready for that level of introspection yet.


Somebody help me.

Yes Indeed

I'm going to name my next dog "Peeves". That way when anyone asks me if I have any Pet Peeves I can say "Yes indeed."

What is True Love?

Tara had reached a pivotal moment in her life. She was a year out of college and living in an apartment with her older sister. Her older sister had been engaged for 3 years and was living with her fiance. The whole situation was a little tense between Tara, her sister, and her sister's fiance, but thats another story for another time.

Tara had been spending the last 2 months soul searching and looking for work. "When are you going to get a job and move out?" Asked her sister, jokingly. "Why don't you go back to work at the bank for now?" She realized as she finished talking that what she said was hurtful to Tara.

"I know... I'm looking. I'm actually- I'm thinking about going back to school. Whatever happens, I'm sure I'll be out of your hair soon." Tara said in a defeated voice.

"I didn't mean it like that- you can stay here as long as you want. I'm just trying to help." Said Tara's sister. "Do you want to go shopping later?"

"Maybe." Tara said as she noticed her mood changing. Her sister's reassuring comments and shopping invitation had made her feel better almost instantly. "I have to run some errands right now and stop over at Mom's. You want to meet back here at 4?"

"Sure."

"OK, see you sis."

When Tara thought about the bank job she instantly sank into depression. She could picture herself as an aging bank teller, trying to dress nice, counting cash with wrinkled fingers, and spending her 30 minute lunch breaks window shopping. As her mind painted an ever so bleak picture she told herself that it could be worse.

"I could be fat." She thought.

She remembered that her old roommate in college had entered the teaching program and seemed happy if for nothing else that she was working towards a goal. Tara wanted a goal.

"I want a goal." Tara said aloud in her car, as she was driving to Target. She had been driving in silence with the radio off, reflecting. She felt silly as she heard her own voice break the silent contemplation. She pulled into the Target parking lot, parked and went in.

Tara's life inside Target was very much unlike her life outside of Target. Once she walked through those automatic sliding doors she knew exactly what she wanted and exactly where to get it. She got out in record time forgetting not a single item on her mental shopping list. However, upon returning to her car, indecision set in once again.

She was faced with two choices- School or Bank Job- and she felt an obsessive compulsive need to choose one before she drove away. In a moment of weakness she called her ex-boyfriend, Dalton, to ask for his advice. Before she knew what happened she found herself in Dalton's apartment. Just then she realized what she needed. She needed someone to make her feel pretty.

Kitchen Mishap

Mission: Separate frozen sausage











Weapon of Choice: Cut Rate Asian Cleaver (no pun intended)











RESULT: Booboo











Don't cry for me.

Special Needs Baby

I am a special needs baby

I don't feel like blogging right now

I want to make it clear to everyone out there- I don't feel like blogging right now. There's nothing going on in my life at the moment, and I don't know of anything else going on that would be the least bit interesting to your average internet reader.

So bugger off.

Fast Food modifies business plan

It seems to me that the geniuses at the American Fast Food Collective have come up with a brilliant new business plan- Practical Jokes.

Carl's Junior has their Fake Restaurant, McDonalds has their Dollar Menu, and Taco Bell has their Taco wrapped in another Taco. I always thought I was too smart to fall for any of these simple parlour tricks, but you know what they say- "Pride cometh before a fall."

The other day Pizza Hut got me real good. They somehow tricked me into trying their new pasta creations. Boy did I feel stupid. I wouldn't be surprised if they were secretly filming me while I disgraced myself for one of their upcoming commercials.


Afterwords I called Pizza Hut and said "Ha ha, good one my friend. What's next, you gonna put my panties in the freezer?"

I like to think that I learn from my mistakes. Lord knows I will think twice before inviting Pizza Hut to my house for a sleepover.

Thanksgiving With Me

I'm working on a movie called "Thanksgiving With Me". Here's an excerpt from the screenplay:

CAST: Me, You, Brian

It's 10:00AM, and I'm sitting downstairs, watching Lions vs. Titans on TV. Brian wedged himself underneath the coffee table and is sleeping there, periodically licking himself. This annoys me because I cannot stand licking sounds. I tell him to knock it off. I hear footsteps from what sounds like the front porch. The doorbell rings. Brian violently squeezes out from underneath the coffee table and starts barking his head off.

"DING DONG"

ME: Brian! Shhhhh.

I open up the sliding glass door and let Brian outside.

"DING DONG"

I run upstairs and open the door.

ME: Helllloooo! Glad you could make it! You got here just in time to start watching some football.

YOU: Oh good, I love football.

ME: Well you're in luck because we have three games today.

Awkward pause as we both look at each other.

ME: Well come on in, lets get some pre-turkey snacks and go get our football on.

YOU: Sounds awesome.

We go into the kitchen and we unpack the grocery bags you brought.

ME: Chips, salsa, guacamole, good, good. I got a whole mess of diet coke in the fridge, but it's still early, I'm still drinking coffee.

YOU: Oh I had coffee on the way over. I'm good for now. Is the turkey cooking?

ME: You know it. I put it in about 20 minutes ago.

YOU: Great. I brought some pies. We got a nice Pumpkin pie, and a nice Pecan pie.

ME: Those are my favorite. I'm going to gather together a big plate of Chips and Salsa and maybe we fill up a bowl full of the Spicy Chex mix I made and then lets finish up game 1.

YOU: Sounds good. I will do the same.

We go downstairs and settle down in front of the TV. I am sitting in the recliner chair, and you are sitting on the loveseat in front of the coffee table. I get up briefly to let Brian back in. He goes nuts for the first 5 minutes and then settles down and crawls back underneath the coffee table.

Life Coach

I hired a Life Coach. I knew he was good when his first advice to me was to fire my Life Coach.

Clubbin

Dancing is forbidden in some societies/cultures. That is perfectly alright with me.

Lightning Crashes

One Friday night I was sitting at home watching TGIF when all of a sudden the lights went out. I was all alone. It was 9:45, midway through "Baby Talk"- the Television version of "Look Who's Talking" with Tony Danza as the voice of the baby instead of Bruce Willis. I didn't really like this show, which somehow made the power outage more scary.

After 10 seconds of pure, unadulterated panic, I settled down and gathered my wits. I fumbled my way off the sleeper sofa and crept towards the front door. The moon was partially exposed that night, so I felt that being outside I would be able to see and possibly check the neighbor houses. Sure enough, their power was out.

I sat in the middle of the front lawn and waited for the lights to come back on. They never did.

The Human Condition

When I was a kid, I really wanted a Nintendo. I never got it.

Chasing the Jade Dragon

I chased the dragon last night, the Jade Dragon. The Jade Dragon is a nice old-fashioned Chinese-American restaurant located not more than 2 miles from my nice little home. It's located in an older strip mall, right next to a pet groomer, and a Bank of America.

A kindly, spectacled Chinese man runs the front desk, kind of like an Asian Bob Newhart. The restaurant, which never seems very busy, consists of a modest (yet spacious) dining area, and a dark and seedy lounge hidden behind two velvet-padded swivel doors with nautical circle windows.

I keep a Jade Dragon menu tucked neatly in my kitchen drawer. I never use it, since I have their phone number programmed into my phone, and I always order the same thing. I like having it, though, in the rare event that I want something different, or if I have guests who need to see the menu.

"Hello, Jade Dragon."

"Yeah, hi, I'd like to place an order for pick up."

"OK, go ahead."

"Yeah, I'll take a Chicken Fried Rice, and a Chicken Chop Suey."

"Chicken fried rice..... chicken chop suey.... anything else?"

"Nope, thats it."

"OK, give me 10, 15 minutes."

"Great, thanks!"

Ten to fifteen minutes later I'm driving home. Ten to fifteen minutes after that I'm stuffing my face.

The source of my pain

Behold, my nemesis. Greg Weber, in his drunken splendor. He would make a good medieval tyrant.

suck

"...and he knows better. But I just ignored him and he eventually apologized."

BEEP BEEP BB-BB-BEEB .... BEEP BEEP BB-BB-BEEB

"Hold on a sec..." Lisa said, reaching into her handbag. She pulled out a somewhat stylish cell phone and flipped it open. Casey stared at her anxiously, chewing on her right thumb fingernail. "It's Dalton..." pausing for a second, a grin developed on her face. "Awwwww...."

"What is it?" asked Casey. Lisa violently shoved the phone into Casey's face. Dalton had sent a picture of a gift-wrapped box with a festive bow on top, with the words 'I got a surprise for you' underneath. "Oooh! What do you think it is?""I don't know. It could be anything. It could be tickets to Hawaii, diamond earrings, or maybe even a ring!?" squealed Lisa.

"A ring, really?" asked Casey "I thought you had talked about it and decided to wait at least a year."

"No, I doubt its a ring. But you never know with Dalton. Sometimes he can be so romantic." Lisa was downplaying her excitement. This was the first time Dalton had exhibited any shred of romanticism, so naturally she was expecting something big.

Lisa purposefully waited 1 hour before texting Dalton back. She finished her shopping trip with Casey, and freshened up at Casey's apartment before going home to see what Dalton had in store for her. She borrowed some of Casey's clothes and they even went as far as to have a mini fashion show before she left.

The drive home was excruciating and exhilarating. She was in love with the endorphins that were pulsing through her brain. Her mind was racing, but her car was going under the speed limit. She wasn't in a hurry, she was enjoying herself.

She pulled into the parking garage of her apartment complex and slowly walked towards the gate that led to the elevator. In her mind-altered state of euphoria she decided to take the stairs. She never takes the stairs.

She walked in looking sexy and feeling confident. Dalton was sitting on the couch wearing cut-off sweat pants, a long sleeve t-shirt, and a backwards baseball cap. "Hey babe" he said excitedly. "I got a surprise for ya..."

She stood there dumbfounded, still holding her shopping bag and handbag. Dalton got up quickly and ran down the hallway. Moments later he emerged carrying a golden retriever puppy with a little bow tied around its neck.

Lisa broke up with Dalton two weeks later. Dalton gave the puppy to his Sister.

I don't know much

In 1989, Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt met and collaborated on an album. I don't know much.... but I know I loved it.

Ever so gently

"When is lunch?" he asked.

"As soon as your father gets home."

"Why do we have to wait for dad? I'm starving!" he exclaimed.

"Because it's polite, and respectful."

"Can I have a bagel while I wait, at least?"

"OK, but no cream cheese or anything."

"Alright." he said defeatedly, but satisfied.

It was 3:00 when father finally arrived home, wreaking of booze. "Who stole my keys?" he burst. "They were in my pocket five minutes ago!" As he slurred his words his wife's fake smile turned into a fake concerned frown.

"No one took your keys, dear. I'll go check the car. You probably left them in the ignition again." and she hurried out the door.

"Yeah you do that." he mumbled, as he plopped into his favorite bean bag chair.

"OUCH!" he cried. "Who the fuck put this miniloader on my beanbag?" yelled father with an expectant, 'answer-me-now' look on his face.

'Miniloader' was what his 3 year old son had cutely but mistakenly named his toy forklift.

The End

Ugly Truth

It appears that America is not the only superficial country in the world. According to my internet news sources the little Chinese girl who was supposed to sing during the opening ceremonies at the Beijing Olympics was not "good looking" enough to present on the world stage, so the Chinese beautification authority brought in a ringer to lip-sync.

Albeit shocking and heart-wrenching, (especially when you Google the whole thing and see pictures of the little girl) this is hardly a new concept. In 1897 a French playwright named Edmond Rostand wrote his most famous work , "Cyrano de Bergerac". The play tells the story of a man who is conventionally ugly, yet possesses skills of wit and brawn beyond compare. Lacking confidence (in both himself and the women he pines for) he enlists the aid of a handsome, young soldier who can barely string a sentence together to take his place in his attempts at woo. Blah blah blah- fighting, poetry, innuendo- great play, and a great story- so much so that it has been re-told in countless movies and television shows, both directly and indirectly. I think there is even a version starring Jeneane Garafolo. To me she is the living embodiment of a female Cyrano. But I digress.

Before we go ahead and chastise the Chinese for another perceived offense against the World, lets take a moment and reflect upon our own sins:

1) Milli Vanilli
2) The chick from C+C Music Factory
3) Ashlee Simpson

Shame on you China, and shame on me. Shame on everyone. Oh, and one more thing- be careful when you Google for pictures of stuff.

Practical Joke Backfires

Recently my office friend/enemy (frenemy?) Greg Weber has been sabotaging my work area. He started off by leaving threatening post-it notes on my computer monitor. At first they were funny, then they got scary. He soon grew tired of this, and moved on to hiding my personal effects around the office. He hid my spare shoes, he hid my gym shorts, and he also hid my insulin. It got a little too real when I slipped into a diabetic coma and they had to call the paramedics, but we still had a good laugh afterwards. Seeking a fresh start he decided to start tampering with my computer. He unplugged my peripherals and wrote the word "whore" on my monitor with a Permanent Marker.

Today, however, marked a new day of practical joke complexity. I arrived in my cubicle as usual, 7:45AM (I'm an early riser). As I routinely put my frozen bagel in the toaster, hung up my backpack, logged into my computer, and swapped my flip flops for my office shoes I could tell that something was amiss. I knew trouble lay in waiting for me, but I ignored my impulses as I attributed them to hunger. I noticed my chair was not in front of my computer as it usually is, but rather it was facing the left side of my cubicle- over by the stack of Diet Coke cans on my desk. I thought to myself, "that's funny" as I tilted my head and grabbed the back of my chair. Pulling the chair, my surroundings seemed to revolve around me in slow motion when I realized the base of my chair was tied to a Diet Coke can somewhere in the middle of the stack. As my mountain of cans came crashing down into my workspace I felt utterly helpless and vulnerable. "This is what babies feel like when they are born into the world" I reflected.

When the horrific sound of tumbling tin finally ceased, I lifted my ears and heard.... no one. No one was in the office yet. Partially relieved (and severely humbled) I began the long and tedious process of picking up the cans and re-stacking them. I then retrieved my toasted bagel and started checking emails.

Right around 8:24 I heard someone huffing and puffing approaching my cube. I turned around and saw Greg Weber bending over with his hands on his knees, sweating profusely. I could tell he'd been running. I sat there staring at him, saying nothing while he took a few minutes to catch his breath. "How's your morning going?" he said, finally breaking the silence. He was fighting to suppress his smile.

"Fine" I responded. "You're here awfully early."

"I got a bunch of work to do." He crossed his arms and looked around my cubicle. "Hmmm... does your stack of cans look different?"

"I don't know. I can't see any difference. Is there something I can help you with? I'm a very busy man."

After another painfully long silence neither of us could hold back anymore. I fessed up and told him how the cans fell down and he admitted to orchestrating the whole thing. I asked him if he had come in early so he could see the joke unfold and he said yes, but his bus was held up at the river because the bridge had been raised. Normally Greg gets to work around 10. He had to wake up 2 hours early just to try and witness my humiliation. His prank was a success, but his overall plan was a failure.

"So I guess the joke really backfired on you here."

"Yeah I guess it did."

I'm plotting my revenge. Does anyone know where I can get some ether?

Two Wrongs Make a Baby

Mr. X and Ms. Y met at a dance club called "Crush" one Friday night. Ms. Y was dancing with her friends from work when Mr. X sidled over and commenced his courtship on the dance floor. He swiveled and swerved, to and fro, hither and thither, while beads of sweat cooled him way down beneath his undershirt. He was drinking a bud light, but earlier he had taken shots of Tequila that his friend (and business partner) bought him.

Ms. Y was happy because it was Friday and she only had one week of work left before she was scheduled to go to Mexico for a two week vacation. She was wearing a pair of snug hip-hugging jeans that, even though she bought them on sale, cost so much that she came up short on her rent and her roommate had to float her one month. She complimented her denim showpiece with a bejeweled black tank-top and a decorative scarf worn as a belt. She had started off the night with Lemon Drops and now she was drinking Red Bull without any alcohol, to stay awake and alert.

"Do you want to go outside for a cigarette?" She asked, during the brief music break.

"Yeah, sure" he said, even though he didn't smoke. "Let me grab another drink first. You want anything?"

"Rum and Diet" she yelled. "No, wait!" but it was too late. He didn't hear her as he turned to walk towards the bar, and she decided that she would let him get her the cocktail, even though she had made a conscious effort to stop drinking for the night. She thought it would be lame to ask him to get her another Red Bull.

Out on the patio they smoked their cigarettes. She admitted that she didn't want the drink he had bought her, and he admitted that he'd never smoked before. Their candid conversation soon turned into laughing and touching. They exchanged phone numbers, and then took turns listening to each others' ringtones. Once their conversation hinted at becoming stale, she suggested they go back into the bar to find her friends. This was a white lie on her part, as she had already been informed via text message that they had moved on to another bar.

After some more dancing (this time with her hands connected around his neck and his hands plastered to her behind) the bar commenced its close-down sequence. They decided to split a cab. The plan was to drop her off first, but she invited him in.

"...And that's how babies are made."

"Wow. Thanks dad."

"Anytime son. Anytime."

Food Network sucks now

The Food Network used to be one of my safe-havens in the entertainment minefield that is cable television. I enjoyed the classic cooking show- those that follow the basic Julia Child and Frugal Gourmet templates. I loved the Japanese Iron Chef. I particularly enjoyed watching them cook with ingredients I'd never heard of before. I would even enjoy an episode of Unwrapped, in which the slightly annoying Marc Summers would tell me how M&Ms are made.

But now Food Network has caved to the collective will of the 'stupid'. Instead of cooking shows we have the search for the next food network personality. Instead of Iron Chef Japanese its Iron Chef America- with the worst Iron Chefs ever. Cat Cora makes me tingle with disgust. And what about all these cake shows? WHAT THE HELL IS SO INTERESTING ABOUT CAKES????? And its not like they are making interesting new cakes, either. They are taking basic shit cake and shaping it into hot-rods, or giant butterflies. This isn't new- I could go to Safeway right now and get a birthday cake that looks like a giant hamburger. This isn't food, its a mockery. Whoever is responsible should be ashamed of themselves. I just want to bury my head in Giada's cleavage so I don't have to watch anymore.

Summer Love

I have yet to experience Summer Love this year. I am running out of time. If you would like to help me out please give me a shout.

Here is a picture to get you in the mood...


I like ice cream and pillow talk.

Morning Routine

The Today Show is my barometer for what occupies the hearts and minds of mainstream America. Every morning I wake up at 6:45 and tune the television machine to NBC because I know that as soon as I get out of the shower Ann Curry will be mesmerizing me with her exotic beauty, Meredith Viera will be over-compensating for her lack of news credentials, Matt Lauer will be staring at Meredith's chubby legs, and Al Roker will be mincing about pretending not to be gay. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a creature of habit. I love my routines. I get physically ill when I find David Gregory filling in for Matt Lauer (partly because I can't stand the sight of David Gregory's face and hair). While the news stories are stupid and the interviews are bland, I take comfort simply knowing that I am doing what everyone else is doing. I may not get excited about the political candidacies of whats-his-name and the other guy, and I'm not going to lose my mind over the latest gas price report, but the undeserved hype gives me the strength to pull my pants up and comb my hair.

Out of Punishment Ideas?

I will spank your butt
I will turn this car around
You can't watch TV for a week
You aren't going to summer camp
I will hide your ipod
You're grounded
You have to do chores for Grandma on Saturday
No more Myspace
No more Facebook
No more Video Games
No more Miley Cyrus
No more Hannah Montana
No more Desserts
No more food
No more water

Family Crap Center

"Here're your tokens" he grunted, tossing the little ziplock bag full of coins onto the counter. His face wasn't speckled with acne like the others, but his head was still in the awkward stage of maturity so that it didn't quite match up with the rest of his body- like some sort of teenage bobblehead doll. He seemed very unpleasant. I'm 99% sure the source of his discontent was the fact that he had a summer job.

There I was, trying to enjoy my company function, and this little pissant had to go and spoil things for me by having a bad attitude. "Enthusiasm is contagious, you know." I told him, as I picked up my coins.

"What?"

"Nevermind." And I walked away, determined not to let this experience ruin the rest of my day. Feeling masculine I made my way to the batting cages. I figured I would put on a show for my female coworkers. Instead I ended up hurting my hand and sweating more than I had budgeted for. The real winner at the batting cages was the girl who cranked some softballs while wearing high-heeled sandals.

Associated Genders of Products/Animals

Beer is Masculine, Wine is feminine. Cats are girly, dogs are manly.

Feel free to add more.

hardy har har

They say that laughter is the best medicine. I tend to agree, which explains why my pediatrician was Dave Coulier. I stayed home from school a lot.

Dark Knight Disappointed

Jingle Bells, the new Batman smells. Hollywood laid an egg. The Batmobile lost two wheels (turned into a motorcycle), and the Joker actually did get away (then got caught later).


And I'm out ten bucks.

Lunch with Andy - Results Show

Andy showed up late, as usual. He was wearing capris for men and a rugby shirt circa 1992. At first I was a little miffed by him sitting on the same side of the table as me, but I quickly adjusted to it after realizing that the restaurant only had one menu for us to share.

I ordered a diet coke and Andy only drank water. I have this weird little habit of dipping my finger into my diet soda and rubbing my fingers together to see if its sticky (i.e. regular coke). I have a sneaking suspicion that someone somewhere is trying to make me fat.

Andy had his heart set on nachos. I was on a burrito streak that started in April and didn't feel like breaking it. I ordered a burrito. You can tell a lot about a Mexican food establishment by sampling their salsa. La Fonda met my expectations.

As for my pre-lunch predictions, the following came true:

1) I ate too many chips & salsa, spoiling my appetite

Sorry to disappoint you.

Lunch with Andy

In about 90 minutes I will be going to La Fonda (mexican) to have lunch with my Utah friend Andy Godsey. I thought it would be funny to make some predictions beforehand and then report back afterwards to confirm (or disconfirm) my premonitions. Let's do this in list form:

1) I will spill something on my nice light colored polo shirt
2) Andy will break down in tears because he doesn't want to get married next September
3) Lindsay (Andy's fiance) will call every 5 minutes to make sure Andy isn't doing drugs
4) I will eat too many chips and salsa and spoil my appetite
5) Andy will look at porn on his iPhone
6) Greg Weber will show up and throw something at me (miggs?)
7) Andy will offer to pay for lunch since he owes me for the jailtime I did for not turning him in
8) Everyone in the restaurant will break out into a song/dance number like in the movies

Stay tuned and find out if any of this comes true...

What Smells?

Oh, its the Red Bull you're drinking. It smells like stomach acid. You are a disgusting human being.

My Favorite Food

Ingredients:

Tomato
Onion
Cilantro
Jalepeno Peppers
Lemon
Salt
Pepper
Grilled Chicken
Shredded Monterrey Jack and Cheddar Cheese
Tortilla Chips
Refried Beans

Melt cheese onto the chips. Put the rest of ingredients into a food processor and process into a fine paste. Pour messy paste over the chips and eat with a fork (or your hands). Bon Appetit.

Ad Script

"How was your blind date?"

"She was interesting."

"She was into wrestling?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Did you make future plans?"

"Not exactly. I got up to go to the bathroom and never went back."

"Wow. That bad, huh?"

"Yes, my diarrhea was that bad."

IMODIUM AD- when Nature Calls, let the machine get it.

Extra Poor Sports Night

Last night I flipped on ESPN briefly and was horrified to see Justin Timberlake doing some sort of dance with a Kevin Garnett puppet. Apparently I was watching the ESPY awards.

I consider myself to be a sports fan, but I guess I draw the line at pathetic, sports-themed, scripted comedy. Call me old fashioned, but I would rather watch a football game than see a dance number honoring Brett Favre.

Maybe the collective marketing genius has determined that all of this pageantry is necessary to appeal to women... but naahhh... women aren't THAT stupid. Could it be a half-hearted effort to maintain viewership during the Summer, in which the only sports related activities are golf, baseball, and professional misconduct (gasp)?

Whatever it is I am disgusted, and I want Stuart Scott to be punished (death?) for my minor TV inconvenience.

I admit it

I am the Captain Stubbing of the Awkward Love Boat

Father Figure

I remember my most recent violent experience with discipline... It was a warm, sunny day and I had just finished lunch. I had the Spicy Salmon at 1st Ave Bento. In my haste I had left my foodbox on one of the tables in the lunchroom. Unbeknownst to me I had awakened the wrath of my violent father figure.... Greg Weber.

Long story short, he threw my waste right in my face in my cubicle... splattering soy sauce and tears all over. I still have nightmares.

I will cut your nuts off

The funniest story ever told

Guy 1: "I don't know, man... I don't know what it is about me, but I think that gay guys always hit on me at parties"

Guy 2: "What are you talking about?"

Guy 1: "Well, last night this dude comes up and starts asking me about music- specifically if I liked Pearl Jam. It just seemed weird, you know?"

Guy 3: "Wait, how do you know he was gay? Liking music doesn't make you gay."

Guy 1: "I just got a feeling from the whole thing. Besides, I think this has happened other times, at other parties. Do I look gay?"

Guy 3: "uh- nah, too easy. Honestly, I'm not really sure. My gaydar is terrible. I just assume that everyone is gay."

Guy 2: "Who was it? Do you remember his name?"

Guy 1: "No, I don't remember his name... but he was that guy wearing the T Shirt with the picture of the Hamburgular on it."

Guy 2: "Of course he's gay!!!! The Hamburgular steals the meat and hides it in the buns!!"

Guy 1, Guy 2, and Guy 3 all laughed until Guy 3's hernia burst and they had to drive him to the hospital. Guy 2 and Guy 3 later recorded a short but hilarious answering machine song message about this event. Guy 1 still wonders if people think he's gay.

Topics for discussion

Where do they find the British spare for each of the Judgment-Style Reality shows?

I think Tina Turner, Bette Midler, and Cher are sexy.

Whats more campy, the Batman movies with Val Kilmer and George Clooney, or the original Batman TV show?

I am all that is man

Mens room

The salt-and-pepper-haired older gentleman walked into the restroom with his younger, professionally goateed Apprentice.

"Would you like me to make you some lemonade?" Asked the Apprentice. "I make it extra salty..."

"Exsqueeze me?"

"Exactly....Exsqueeze me? EXACTLY"

The sound of running water finally ceased and the handicapped-accessible door mechanically wound itself closed. I slowly stepped off the toilet seat and peaked out the stall door. No one. I safely made my way back to my cubicle.

SICK

Life Imitates Art

4th of July

Like most good Americans I spent Independence Day eating and drinking stuff. I took time to reflect on my own independence- i.e. celebrating the fact that I don't need my mom to drive me around anymore.

Feeling unusually patriotic I decided to settle down and watch a movie. By some inexplicable miracle the Gods steered me towards the new Rambo movie. Now, I won't say it was the best movie I've ever seen, but I won't say it wasn't the best movie I've ever seen.

Too Cool for Mule

This girl is going to s*** a brick when her friends tell her its a donkey, not a pony. Happy Birthday!

Movie Ideas

DOUBLE STANDARD: It's a crime drama comedy. A craahmedy. Ricki and Jake Standard are tough-talking law-enforcing brothers who re-unite after their father's death to bring his murderer to justice. Did I mention that they are huge hypocrites?

FRIENDS- THE MOVIE: Joey, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Monica and Phoebe are all back together, only this time its on the big screen. Phoebe is having a destination wedding in Malaysia and everyone is making the trip to witness her nuptials. Drama ensues as Monica and Rachel quarrel over who gets to be Maid of Honor. Ross struggles to make it to the wedding after being mistakenly arrested for vandalism, and the airlines lose Chandler's luggage. Will Phoebe say "I do"? Will Ross make it in time for the wedding? How many local Malaysian girls will Joey score with? (I guarantee this movie would make a billion dollars on its opening weekend)

BABY MAMA: A successful business woman is running out of time and out of luck when it comes to marriage and family. She seeks out a young, wacky pregnant girl who wants to give up her baby for adop... Oh crap, its already been made.

I ruined his joke...

My favorite work friend approached me in his usually creepy way yesterday and with a doodoo-eating grin on his face and one hand down his pants he tried to tell me a joke.

"What's the leading cause of pedophilia?" He asked.

"Well, I personally believe that most pedophiles were abused as children and the psychology of someone who is abused is such that they are compelled to continue the cycle of violence and abuse towards others. Somehow this alleviates the horror of their own experiences that they deal with on a day-to-day basis."

His grin turned into a look of confusion. "Well, actually the leading cause of pedophilia is Sexy Children."

"Interestingly enough, that is a valid point." I responded. "There seems to have been a recent trend over the years to sexualize our nations children. If you take a look at a typical children's show these days you'll see thirteen and fourteen year old girls dressing like professional sex workers. Kids watch these shows and then young girls feel compelled to try and look sexy when that should be the farthest thing from their mind...at least until they reach high school."

"You ruined my joke!" He said, and stormed off in tears.

Party in my pants

"How old do you think I am" she asked.

"I would venture to guess 25..."

"Aww how sweet"

"I aimed low. I always aim low."

"Well at least you aim"

"I aim to please"

"Well, so far you've missed"

"Ohh snap"

I want to punch you

I want to punch you right in the face. Punch your lights out.

Proud to be a Wiccan

I will use this blog post to invent some new appetizer dishes for Chilis, Applebees, TGI Fridays or Bennigan's- whoever wants to pay me. Here goes nuthin'.

1) Sexy Spanish Ravioli: Ravioli filled with Spanish Rice and coated with panco bread crumbs and fried in olive oil. Sexy!

2) BLT Spring Rolls: Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato and Mayonaisse wrapped up in rice paper and garnished with mint leaves and daikon sprouts. It's an American twist on an Asian Classic!

3) Buffalo Chicken Philly Cheesesteak: A Hoagie Roll filled to the brim with Buffalo Chicken wings, topped with loads of melted American and Provolone cheese, and served with a stick of celery and bleu cheese dressing. It's a Working Class culture Clash!

Thats all for now. Tune in next week for a receipe for Eggseroneous. Happy Cooking!

Just out of reach

No one ever gets what they want. But everyone wants what they can't have. The secret to life is just making do with what you've got until you die.

Take off that petticoat and dance for me...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

1) Your dry, leathery skin.
2) Your frozen botox smile.
3) The large gap between your giant, fake breasts.
4) The cute way you trip in your high heels when you're drunk.
5) The way you swear in public.
6) Your cigarette-flavored kisses.

We are leopard-skin-printed soulmates

apathy

Gas prices are high, the housing market is failing, death toll rises in the Middle East... blah blah blah. I wonder what's for dinner tonight. Did I remember to pay off my credit card this month? Who's going to give me a ride to the airport next week? Will I ever find true love? Where will I be working in 5 years? Do I have a small wiener? Does my boss secretly hate me? Do I need a haircut? I should probably make a Dentist Appointment. I'm going to lose some weight this Summer. ... KABOOM!

I'm no good at...

1) Making prolonged eye contact
2) Talking on the phone for more than 10 minutes
3) Making someone feel better in the wake of tragedy
4) Telling stories
5) Staying awake past 10:00PM while watching TV or Movies
6) Controlling level of sarcasm
7) Holding a conversation amidst loud music
8) Leaving a party without feeling awkward
9) Playing guitar and singing

An Open Letter to the Man Who Insists upon Touching my Leg on the Bus

Dear Man who insists upon touching my leg on the bus,

I realize that the bus is crowded, and that you are forced to stand. I've been there, and its uncomfortable. However, do you not realize that I am sitting next to an obese gentleman and cannot help but stick my leg out into the aisle more than usual? I know there is room enough for you to move up just a tad, and not rub my leg every time the bus jolts forward. All I am asking is for you to respect my personal space.

Are you oblivious to the fact that you're touching my leg? Perhaps you think you're banging into a seat, or some other inanimate part of the bus. It's possible (but not likely) that you have a wooden leg, and therefore unable to sense contact.

You are desperately clinging to the pole in front of my seat, despite the fact that there is room in the back, and as more and more people get on the bus they have to violently squeeze by you in order to make room for more. Yet there you are, defending your territory like a pitbull or some other sort of territorial animal that should be put to sleep.

You look like the stereotypical child molester- with your average, pudgy, caucasian face, your supercuts hair, bomber jacket, and your glasses. That Indiglo Timex watch must come in handy when you're waiting in the shadows down by the schoolyard. I'm wondering why you aren't driving your windowless van to work today. It must be at the shop. I hate you and eveything you stand for.

I think you might be enjoying this. Its the only explanation I can think of. You got on the bus, saw me, and made a bee line for the pole in front of my seat so you can rub legs with me for 20 minutes. You make me sick.