Where satire meets utter cynicism
Those you who know me personally know that I loathe Walmart at any time of the day, especially at night. I don’t know who is responsible for this, but his site is absolutely brilliant. I’m sure you’ll agree:
Generally, I don’t post the “funny of the day” type stuff. There’s about a million websites that cover that kind of thing. However, this one actually had me laughing out loud, so I felt compelled to share it with you:
Although it’s probably not quite as bad as it sounds, MCA announced yesterday that he has an operable form of cancer.
Jimmy (xeno.la) put together a website for fans to sign. This could quite possibly be the best domain name idea EVER:
http://www.BeerDrinkinBreathStinkinSniffinGlue.com (these are lyrics for you non-Beastie fans).
So, head over there and leave a message.
AskMen.com has launched their 2009 Great Men Survey. Be sure to fill it out!
This year’s Dragon trip was another great success! No tickets, no crashes, no donations to the tree of shame.
Because of the inclimate weather, we didn’t make it down into the Georgia roads, which was unfortunate as they are some of my favorites. The mountains there are amazing.
Except one incredibly close-call with some kids pushing dirtbikes across the street on the inside of a blind downhill corner, the trip was fairly un-eventful from a danger standpoint.
Thanks to Mike and Wayne, respectively, for leading the way through the twisties and getting me up there and back safely.
Those of you who didn’t make it out this year missed another fantastic trip. I’ll have photos up on KeyboardDevil soon, but until then check out these bad ass photos:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/mcclatchy/20090512/sc_mcclatchy/3231765
I’m not making this up…
We’re so fucked.
You say Flu
I say Zombie Apocalypse.
Just in case, here are some resources to check out:
Here’s an interesting little tidbit I’ve noticed. A bunch of the posts on my blog generate unexpectedly high traffic and Email correspondence. But oddly, the articles that get the most attention are the least ‘commented on’.
Is this because people who are wound-up enough to send me dissertation on their opinion don’t want it posted on the web for everyone to read?
Maybe I’ll start posting the Emails. That should make for interesting reading.
Here’s a quick list of the most Email generating blogs:
Enjoy, and keep the Hate-Mail coming!
A couple of years back I met a girl that put me in this path of thought. Let’s call her “Vicky”.
Vicky was a very sweet, and pretty girl. She was well educated, very well mannered, and liked expensive things. She liked really expensive things. Vicky wore designer clothes, drove a high-end luxury car, wore a Rolex, and collected designer crystal ornaments. She was a Republican (as far as she could tell me), and believed in the nature of good people. Vicky was up-beat and seemed quite content with her life.
Vicky will be someone’s new trophy wife. Let’s all hope this guy has a nice-sized savings account and a substantial source of income.
There has been a paradigm shift toward Vicky’s lifestyle by modern women. 
Not ten years ago, a trophy wife’s job was to look hot (often confused with beautiful) and hang off her older (and generally “richer”) man’s arm. But the modern age has called for an evolution of these women. Trophy wives are now going to college, getting nice starter jobs, and establishing themselves in the professional workforce. Although generally speaking, once the children arrive the trophy wife’s career disappears.
Previously we’ve seen, that after a few years these marriages are strained by the trophy wife’s’ constant need for upgrade and change, usually fed by spending more and more exorbitant amounts of money on completely unnecessary items (usually art or jewelery). This normally led to a wife-change-up on the part of the husband. And expectantly, the new wife was generally a complete deviation from the trophy wife personality.
This cycle was responsible for creating an entire class of well-off, aging, former beauty queens who fill their over-sized houses (often full of cats) with expensive “heirlooms” that no one will want when they die.
Only time will tell if we will see the trend of trophy wife “replacement” that we have witnessed in the past, and if that cycle is broken… What will we do with all of the deisgner crystal Christmas ornaments?
When I got my own place many years back, one of the first things I wanted to do was get a dog. I picked up a Jack Russel from a local “breeder” for a few hundred bucks, and named her JavaScript. She pretty much fixed any need I would EVER have to get another dog. Long story short, when I moved out my apartment complex sent me a bill for over $1,000. That’s a pretty impressive number for a 6 pound dog!
Fast forward a few years, to my marriage. My ex wife was a dog owner when I met her. A pit bull owner, actually. And, I do have to say, in spite of the negative stigmas around pit bulls, she was a true sweetheart and a great dog. So, reluctantly I agreed to get another one who would be “ours”. When divorce became a reality, I decided that I couldn’t keep anything that reminded me of her or our marriage, so out they went with her.
Since then, I’ve put off the dog owning lifestyle using my busy life, frequent travel, and long-working-hours as excuses. But secretly, I’ve wanted another dog. I’ve wanted a dog with big, floppy ears like the ones you see in the puppy food commercials. Great big floppy ears, and big brown eyes. Doesn’t sound like a difficult order to fill.
Since meeting my girlfriend, a dog has been a topic of conversation on more than one occasion, and I’ve finally given in to my secret desire to have one. So, we started looking everywhere… CraigsList, local shelters, even the Penny Saver, but were having no luck.
But then we found her. It was a happen-chance meeting actually, like most amazing things are. Right next to two male beagles in a little cage at an animal control shelter. Huge floppy ears? Check. Big brown eyes? Check. Seriously, have you ever seen a cooler dog? Now we just need a name for her. Any suggestions?
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