Sunday, September 30, 2007

Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate "reality" shows. Detest them, abhor them. Most worthless garbage on television.

However, with that being said, I feel that Gene Simmons and his clan are quite possibly (and maybe even most definitely) the most normal family on the face of the earth.

This kind of observation might make me a hypocrite. After careful consideration, I think I might be OK with that.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

So, these are your Big Shots: Michael Vartan (from Alias), Dylan McDermott (from The Practice), Christopher Titus (stand-up comic), and Joshua Molina (from Sports Night and The West Wing).

Wow, that is a really solid cast. No huge stars, but if this show takes off, they could make some serious bank.

I could get behind this. I just hope it doesn't turn into the LAST drama I tried to watch on ABC.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Top ten favorite beverages

In no particular order:

Milk, OJ, Pepsi, grape juice, Budweiser, ice cold water, lemonade, Jagbomb, Coke (from a soda fountain), chocolate milk (self-mixed)

Warning - Political Humor Ahead

Iranian President Ahmadoucheabag is in New York City and wants to meet with the family members of 9/11 victims.

I really hope that one of them is an ultra-Christian, who pushes the whole "Christianity is about forgiveness", then starts hounding him about converting to the teachings of Jesus. And the whole thing is caught on tape, shown repeatly around the world.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Dang kids...

What kind of idiots waste their time trying to turn peanut butter into diamonds? Don't they have better things to do?

Saturday, September 22, 2007

The solution to all of life's problems

You know what my neighborhood needs? A liquor store. Sure, Happy Harry's is only about 2 miles away on 45th Street, but it's rarely along my normal driving routes. And I hate going out of my way for tasty alcoholic beverages.

Friday, September 21, 2007

I saw that coming a mile away...

It was all an act. Nobody's that fucked up.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening

That is the understatement of the year. It was a fuckin' awesome evening. Josey Scott and the rest of Saliva put on one hell of a show at The Venue at Playmakers in Fargo. Well worth the $9.87 for admission.

Mr. Scott, I am going to hold you to your promise of returning to Fargo for another concert. I never got a chance to thank you in person for the amazing performance. Regardless, you have a fan for life (or until the moment that you release two terrible albums in a row, whichever comes first).

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Rock and a hard place

Hypothetical situation...

You're the No. 3 Division I-A Football team in the nation (sorry, I will never accept the new NCAA Football Bowl and Championship Subdivision monikers). You went 11-0 and won your conference championship. The No. 1 and 2 teams also went 11-0 and won their conferences as well. It's bowl season. Here are your options:

-- Accept the traditional bowl invitation and play the No. 2 team.
-- Accept the invitation to another equally prestigious bowl to play the No. 1 team.

You can't play both. And either way, the highest you'd move is No. 2. What the hell do you do?

Freakin' NCAA.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Capitalism sucks

It's sad there are as many Tupac Shakur albums released from when he was alive as there are from after his death. I understand the guy was a legend, but c'mon. You can't need a buck that badly.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Certaintly dodged a bullet there...

More than 8 years ago, when I was young and naive, I decided to worship at the Altar of Britney. I admit, it was the Rolling Stone cover. And it was not pretty. My obession was borderline unhealthy. Like finding her home address and sending her a 20-page letter.

Fortunately, I grew out of that phase in a little more than a year. Mostly because she finally admitted to a serious relationship with Super Fucknut himself. I hated him and everything he stood for at that time. Britney would have to choose. Him or me. But I made the choice for her. I gave up and moved on.

After they broke up, she pretty much when down a shame spiral. Made some bad music. Married an numbnutted fucktard. Had kids. Got drunk all the time. Hung out with tramps and whores. Shaved her head. I could go on, but I'm sure you know all about it.

To think, I could have ended up like this guy...


Sunday, September 2, 2007


So, we have Jimmy Kimmel to "thank" for unleashing Carson Daly on the world. Nice...
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