The Killers should change thier name
to The Mustaches.
Oh, and the VMAs were teh suckage, for sure…both times I watched.
Entries Tagged as 'Check Yes or No'
Just shoot me (is a better show)
Lately, I have found myself enjoying both Friends and Seinfield.
Someone…anyone…please…Just fucking shoot me!
((I’d rather have a crush on Andy Dick.)
America’s favorite passtime?
I just realized something. The year the World Series was canceled was the year the World Cup came to the U.S.
Coincidence? I think not.
Darkness/light metaphors anyone?
Fine!
Ok. I always say how much I hate Checkers, but I always forget about that rule where you have to take a jump if you have one available. That adds an element of strategy that really just saves the whole game. I actually like it since I learned about that.
Yes, I concede to those who are too lame for Chess. Your game is not entirely bad.
So much for “free indeed”.
Do you ever feel like you are bound by everyone else’s chains? Like, you cannot move because they have boundaries. It is not so much that you have to obey or impress them. More like, when they are involved.
For an un-incriminating example, I want to go watch Return of the Cat Eating Chocolate People. Unfortunately, I happen to live in Lifetime Town where everyone loves Chocolate but no one watches sci-fi. Of course, I could go watch alone, but that would be about as fun as baking Chocolate brownies and making them fight my G. I. Joes for Hello Kitty key chain charms.
Is it my fault that everyone around me has an undying hatred for George Lucas? Sure, I can try to convince them otherwise, but who really listens when traditions are at stake? No one wants to change. No one wants to do anything new.
So what am I supposed to do? Just sit around watching chick flicks all day? Sure, there may be a couple dozen geeks in this God forsaken town, but half of them would not come out and play with me if I was Ol’ Linus himself. The other half seems to be lost in some abyss, or at least unable to leave their bedrooms. That is, with the exception of a friend or two who happens to subscribe to the Slashdot RSS feed. Unfortunately, none of us would want to offend the other by calling them a geek, since we all keep our Bloglines subscriptions hidden because we hate the drama of trying to explain them to the Sex and the City fans.
So, again, I am left with the question of what I am supposed to do. I guess nothing but complain. Type up a rant about how I am a slave to lame rules made by Massah Random simply because no one else has the genital fortitude to step from the umbrella of tradition and from the chains of comfort.
Bah! Catch me if you can, with a cigarette in hand…