Hey Freak!

OK, I've come to realize that I should be careful about what I post. Example: a few days ago, I talked about Rick Rolling. And since then, that damned song has been stuck in my head. I guess I've kinda Rick Roll'd myself.

Gah.

But I have to admit, it's kinda funny that the New York Mets got Rick Roll'd. Ah, that's what happens when Farkers find out about your contest to choose a new 8th inning song.

Anyway...

So, there's this. You can go ahead and file that under "I don't want to hear about it, I don't want to know about it, I don't want to even consider it, and for God's sake, let's never speak of this again."

OK, I can't leave you like that. Here, this video should make you smile.

They're ferocious! They're mean! They're aggressive! They eat babies and attack people!

I mean, look at this! Daddy. See how the dog is trying to eat that guy's head?

And as if that weren't enough carnage, check this out: Junior.

It's horrible, isn't it. I don't know why we don't just take all pit bulls out and shoot them. I mean, my god, think of the children! The children!

So, I tried to post this on Saturday, but I was having connection problems, and was in a rush out the door at the time. I had to go become a brother-in-law. Yeah, I don't talk about my family all that much, but I do have a brother, and now, he has a wife.

Of course I'm happy for him, but mostly because he'll be taking the brunt of the "So where are my grandkids?" pressure from my mom.

But anyway, back to what I was posting...

• Dude. Check out this video.



• I thought this was mildly amusing... from the local police blotter, a dude robs a gas station, and asks for 20s (twenty dollar bills) only. The clerk offered all of the money, but he just wanted the 20s. I guess he didn't want to be weighed down with small bills. (here, 4th story down)



• Also in the local section, buried in a small article right before the obits... local congressman Darrell Issa is in trouble for remarks made regarding victims (including firefighters) of 9/11.
  

  
  During a hearing this week about legislation to extend victims' benefits, Issa, a Republican, described the attacks on the World Trade Center as “a fire that had no dirty bomb in it, it had no chemical munitions in it. It simply was an aircraft, residue of two aircraft and residue of the material used to build this building.”
  
  He questioned “why the firefighters who went there and everyone in the city of New York needs to come to the federal government for the dollars versus, quite frankly, this being primarily a state consideration.”
  

  
  Nice attitude. Oh, by the way, are you still pissed that Ah-nuld took your spot as governor, once you hurried Gray Davis out? Hahahahahah.



• Oh yeah! Battlestar Galactica is finally back! Such such such a great show.
  
  Really quick, here's my theory on who's the final cylon. Well, I came up with this theory before I saw Friday's season opener, so it may seem a bit far-fetched. But hey, it's a guess, just like any other.
  
  So, I think the last cylon is... the lawyer who defended Baltar in the two-part season finale last year. He came out of nowhere, and disappeared just as quickly. And, as the defender of Baltar, I think that at least makes him a possible agent.
  
  I had another theory about the humans reaching Earth and Baltar possibly posing as Jesus, but then they shaved his beard, and he doesn't look that much like Christ anymore. It's probably for the better - can you imagine the uproar from the religious folks if that was the plotline?



• Speaking of TV... who here watches Ghost Hunters? OK, so, just a question that I'm sure you've all pondered at one point or another... just how many different TAPS shirts are there? Seriously!



• Did you watch that video up there? Then you've been Rick Rolled! Sucka!
  
  Seriously, I had no idea there was a term like this, or why there was a need for it. But I think it's funny.

Happy Monday!

"The Girl is Mine," by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson is currently stuck in my head. I just thought I'd share.

So, a few other thoughts I'd like to share...

I got to meet Andrea a few days ago (well, maybe more that just a few days). She was visiting someone up north of LA and came down here for a day for a trip to the zoo. And of course, who can resist a trip to the zoo? (Side note: whenever I go to the zoo, I get that damned "Three's Company" theme stuck in my head. You know, from when after they had replaced Suzanne Somers with Priscilla Barnes. And why do I know these names without having to look them up?) Anyway, so Andrea is just a lovely woman. We had a lot of fun running (not literally) around the zoo, getting the crap scared out of us (well, me, anyway) on the Sky Ride, and trying to find the damned Absolutely Apes enclosure. And, of course, we saw pandas. And I'm totally jealous of Andrea's camera (I only have a point-and-shoot), but managed to get one decent shot of the baby panda. It was a fun day, but damn, my feet sure hurt afterwards. Chuck Taylors aren't really the most comfortable shoe to be walk around in for long periods of time.

What else... oh yeah, I wanted to talk about all this controversey about Eliot Spitzer, former governor of New York. You see, I've been watching the local news cover the story for days now, and I'm amazed at how much they're villifying him. OK, rightfully so, but where was all this outrage when Mark Foley was caught molesting pages? Where was the outrage when David Vitter was identified as a client of the DC Madam (he's still in office, by the way)? Speaking of still having a job, hello over there, Tappy McWidestance (aka Larry Craig). I remember seeing the news when all of those stories broke, and really, there wasn't much outrage. Well, not as much as in the Spitzer case. What the fuck? Is prostitution a crime only when applied to Democrats?

Oh, and of course I have to talk about March Madness... first off, my school, Arizona State University, got hosed by the selection committee. The Sun Devils don't belong in the dance? OK, fine. I can handle that. But the Arizona Wildcats are in? WTF? ASU had a better conference record, and head-to-head, ASU was 2-0 against the 'cats this year. And the 'cats go dancing? Psssh. Oh well. I guess I have to scour the news for NIT scores.

So, the NCAA tournament. I really didn't pick many upsets (Temple over MSU, St. Mary's over Miami, Baylor over Purdue, Arizona over WV (fuckin' cats better win or I'll be really pissed that they got "our" spot), 'nova over Clemson), but then again, I also picked Coppin State to beat Mt. St. Mary's in the play-in game. The other big upsets I have are Washington State over Notre Dame, Temple over Pitt, and Villanova over Vanderbilt in the 2nd round, and Stanford over Texas, and Xavier over Duke in the 3rd round. Not that anyone cares who I picked. Anyway, my final four picks are North Carolina, Georgetown, Memphis, and UCLA, with UCLA beating UNC in the finals.

Really, what a great time for basketball fans. We've got March Madness coming up this week. And in the NBA, the playoff race in the West is as good as a race as I've ever seen. I mean, who's the best out west? The Lakers with Kobe and Pau (and don't forget, they're still waiting for Andrew Bynum to return)? Will the Suns and Shaq finally gel, just in time for a title run? What about the Rockets, who just had their 22 game winning streak snapped? Or the Hornets, with MVP candidate Chris Paul? Are we forgetting about the high scoring Warriors, or the always tough Jazz? And what about the defending champion Spurs? Seriously, who is gonna come out of the west?

The east is a much easier call... you've got the Celtics and Pistons, and right behind them in the standings are Orlando, Cleveland, and Toronto (those are all of the teams in the east above .500). But really, we all know it's just between the Celts and Pistons. And whoever wins the east wins the title, because I think that whoever comes out of the west won't have enough left after winning the conference championship.

And, suddenly, I'm tired of talking sports. But that fucking song is still in my head. Mine, mine, mine. Yes she's mine, mine, mine.

OK, so some of you know that I started a project 365 on Flickr... I wanted to try to take a picture everyday from my 39th birthday to my 40th (augh!). And I was having fun with it for a while...

And then life got in the way, and I figured that I should probably concentrate all of my efforts into that whole weird "getting a job" thing. Which I've since done.

But I'm having a hard time getting back into it. I'll definitely restart my Domo 365 sometime soon, but I don't know if I'll continue with my own pictures. I dunno; I guess I'm just not imaginative enough to come up with something even remotely interesting every single day. And I know that's not really the point (that being, to chronicle a year in your life, day by day, regardless of entertainment value), but hey, if I'm gonna put myself out there, of course I want to be entertaining.

But, I guess I'll start again. And soon. Because recently, I seem to be missing a lot of shots that I would have loved to have. See, I used to carry my camera around everywhere. I always had that puppy on me. Since I've stopped with the pictures, I don't carry my camera around as much anymore. So, I missed getting a shot of my odometer reaching 200k miles. And just last night, I missed getting shots of the lunar eclipse. I need to stop missing little things like that.

Plus, I think Domo misses the spotlight. He's such a ham.

OK, so sometimes, when I'm at work, I like to crank up the volume on my headphones and submerge myself. You know, get into the work "zone." And, sometimes, when the volume is cranked, I'll feel the extra need to chair dance a little. Nothing major, just a shimmy here, a move there, maybe a fake moonwalk thrown in there for good measure.

And sometimes, when I really like the song, I'll sometimes fake sing. You know, you mouth all the words, but with no sound coming out. Because, you know, everybody else in the office can hear. And that would be incredibly embarassing, seeing's how my singing is only slightly less dreadful than the sound of dogs howling. So yeah, I do the fake singing/lip synching when I'm really into it.

And then sometimes, like this morning... sometimes sound accidentally comes out.

Not a lot of sound, mind you... but there was at least one discernable word in there. And it was audible. And people heard it.

So, I did what anybody would do in that situation... I started cursing at myself out loud, pretending that I had some major computer problem. Yeah, that's why I made that first sound. Oh, you say that you can hear me? Oh, sorry, I didn't realize! Yeah, all that cussing and whatever else you heard - that was because I was mad. I thought I had deleted something that I didn't mean to delete. And, of course, the sound you heard had absolutely nothing to do with me accidentally making noise whilst fake singing. I mean, who fake sings anyway? Just crazy people, right?

Well, like I said. I'm not crazy. I was just talking to myself.

I just wanted to take this time to wish everybody a Happy Valentine's Day!

(except for Heather, in case she's reading this. that bitch.)

(oh, I'm just kidding. well, kinda not really, but I don't want people to think that I still pine for her. I just happened to think of her for a sec, and when I do, the first words that invariably come to mind are "that bitch.")

So, where were we? Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day!

And...

Just really quickly, I'd like to share some thoughts of mine. Things I thought of when in line at the grocery store...

First. OK, I love me some sleb gossip just as much as the next person. Really. But damn, people need to draw the line at children. Seriously, do we need paparazzi following around little infants, bulbs a-flashing and all? I saw something on Extra or one of those shows, where the paps followed Larry Burk-whatever going to some church where Anna Nicole's body was laid to rest (or something like that - I wasn't really paying attention), and he had little Dannielyn (sp? I know the "correct" spelling is something totally fucked up) with him. And they were just snapping away, snap snap snap. Now, I thought there was like, an unspoken rule... stalk all the slebs you want, but just stay away from their children. I guess that rule isn't in effect anymore?

Really, it's kinda sad to see that people are so engrossed with gossip. If I turn the TV on anytime between 6 and 8pm, I'll always be able to catch a gossip show. TMZ. Access Hollywood. ET. Insider. Again, I love me some gossip, but does there gotta be so damned much of it? Seriously, have you seen any of these lately? I can find out everything that Kate Hudson had to eat, and where, and who she was with, and what she was wearing... all I have to do is listen. Now, do we get that kind of detailed coverage when it comes to... oh, I dunno, news? Nah. Nevermind the war; it's going great. Nevermind the economy, we're not in a recession, really! Nevermind the lies of this administration, nevermind global issues, nevermind all of that... I just want to know what's going to happen to Britney next.

Psh.

Oh yeah, and another thing. I saw on the cover of Cosmo (just the cover; I didn't open the thing or anything) some article titled "Your Va-Jay-Jay." It was some article about woman parts or something like that. But what struck me was... va-jay-jay? Really? I'm looking at a premiere women's magazine, one of the giants in the magazine world... and they can't even say "vagina"? Really? And on top of that, they have to ebonic-ize it? Really? Isn't this supposed to be an adult magazine?

I guess not.

Buncha damned va-jay-jays.

OK, so I finally started putting up pictures from my annual trip to the AEE. Sadly, I was only able to attend for one day (usually, I'm there for all three or four days of the show), but I was still able to get some good shots (and a hell of a lot of blurry ones... damned weird lighting!). Check 'em out.

Oh, and please, no comments about my scraggly hair. It's been cut since then. I guess I could post a picture of that too, huh. Maybe tomorrow, after I finish with the rest of the AEE pictures.

OK, so a few days ago on Sunday, there was the Super Bowl...

Now, I missed part of the first half (was driving to a family BBQ/Super Bowl party), but the second half was... well, kinda boring, until the 4th quarter. But I'm sure you already know all those details... the Giants took the lead, then the Pats take it back, and then Eli makes an incredible escape and Tyree makes an ungodly catch for a first down, and the rest is history...

Speaking of history, how's that 19-0 crown you New England fans have been gloating about all year? I mean, all fucking year? Greatest team ever? Ha. Just think - the Arizona Cardinals, the Denver Broncos, and even the Miami Dolphins - they all won the same number of super bowls as the Patriots won this year.

And just a little more gloating - I think it's funny that the Boston Herald had links up on Amazon.com where you could pre-order a book about the Patriots this year - it was called 19-0. Oddly enough, that's a broken link now. Awwww...

Anyway.

And then yesterday was "Super Tuesday." I dunno; it seemed like any other Tuesday to me, except I got to vote. And almost everything I voted for yesterday? Lost. If I voted for a prop to pass, it failed. If I voted for a prop to fail, it passed. I think there was maybe one prop where I was among the majority. Oh well. At least I voted.

Oh, and just really quick, I was reading a local article about the election, and was struck by one conservative's comment. Not on his stance on the issue (immigration), but on his comment (look for mochabean here, 5th comment down):

"McCain voted NO on making English the national language of our country.

Romney was the only candidate that would have secured our borders instead of rewarding the millions of people who come over here illegally by giving them amnesty.

Most of these candidates, Republican or Democrat, are total sell-outs to the American people. No wonder the illegals have it made now."

Now, put aside your stance on illegal immigration. Read that last sentence. "... sell-outs to the American people." Excuse me if I'm wrong, but isn't the government supposed to "sell-out" to the people? Aren't they supposed to do what we want? Aren't they public servants? I don't know what country he lives in, but our govt. is intended to be of the people, by the people, and for the people.

But, ah yes, no wonder the illegals have it made now. I see them buying up all the expensive property in and around San Diego, because "they've got it made." I always see them driving by in their Rolls Royces and Ferraris, all because the government sells out to the people, and now all the illegals have it made. They're just rolling in dough, and all because our govt. is failing us by... listening to us (and really, they're not, but why split hairs when arguing with someone who doesn't know who the govt. should serve?).

OK, I'm gonna go read about how the apocalypse is nigh, since Hilary won. (I don't agree with that sentiment - that's just what the local (conservative) paper says).

I'm pretty busy at work today, but I wanted to make sure to post something so that those gawd awful truck nuts aren't at the top of the page.

So, um...

OK, how about the Super Bowl. Will you be watching? Who wants the Pats to win? Who wants the Giants to win? Who doesn't give a fuck?

This is kind of... odd. Weird. Strange.

Remember either of my previous conversations about truck nutz? You know, those fake plastic nuts that (usually) pussies put on their trucks so that people think they're bad-asses? Yeah. Silly, right? Really, they're just the next "evolutional" step after "Calvin peeing on..." window stickers. If you can call that evolution.

But these are fake nuts. Like people are going to be impressed that someone can purchase fake nuts and displays them proudly on his truck. "Oooo, Billy Bob, you've got the best fake nuts in the whole town!" Like, hello, don't these people realize that, in owning and displaying a pair of fake nuts, they're pretty much telling everybody that they don't have real ones?

Seriously, these fake nuts are the equivalent of walking around with a cucumber in your pants. Now, I haven't asked around about this, but are women impressed by guys who are packing cucumbers? No? Really? Go figure.

Same thing applies to fake plastic nuts on your truck. Yet, people still buy them.

Anyway, the newsest incarnation of fake nuts? Fake nuts with a yellow ribbon on the sack.

Yeah.

Support the troops truck nuts. Are you kidding me?

I guess these are made for all those gutless wonders who are still all pro-war, but don't have the balls to sign up to fight themselves. You know, like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity.

OK, things used to be, I'd play little games on Fridays. Match game. Random music quizzes. They were nice ways to kill some time whilst counting down for the weekend...

Today? Inspired by that Ford Focus/Sync System commercial, we'll do the "Play artist" game. Well, it's not really a game; I just made it up. Here's how it'll go... you name a band or artist, and I will, however grudgingly, name at least song I have by that band or artist. And if I don't have anything by that band/artist, then you owe me a dollar. Sound fun? No? Well, it's all I could think of. Really, if anyone plays along, I'll consider it a minor miracle.

So, go ahead. Do your best to try to embarass me. I'm not scared of your calls for Michael Bolton or Color Me Badd songs!

And yes, I'm kidding about the dollar.

And please, feel free to play along, too. Hell, I'll even start. Ready?

Play artist... Hall & Oates.

OK, really quick, my first "real" haircut/styling went pretty well. I had no idea that a simple haircut could make such a difference, but damn, I actually do look a lot younger/better like this. Who knew?

Oh yeah, and before people start questioning my taste (OK, it's probably already in question, but whatever), I want to make sure that people know I love the show Ghost Hunters, and not Ghost Hunters International. Ghost Hunters is the varsity team. Jay and Grant, with Steve. They're the "good" ghost hunters. GHI, though? Definitely the JV. Definitely not as fun to watch. Plus, they've also got that douchebag Brian with them. The guy is just a horrible investigator.

OK, anyway...

What was I gonna talk about? Oh yeah. Life in the ocean...

Today, I get to say something that I haven't said in six, seven... maybe even ten years. Or more.

I have a hair appointment. At 4:15.

This should be good...

A few quick thoughts:

• Thank God for the Puppy Bowl, because seriously, I couldn't give a fuck who wins the Super Bowl.



• Play artist Carmen Electra! You see, this is why I don't want a sync system in my car. If somebody yelled that out, they'd actually get to listen to some Carmen Electra music. Same with Michael Bolton (although it's not his wussy music - it's from way back when he was a "rocker"). But I draw the line at Tiffany. I have no Tiffany.



• I was watching the news last night, and they showed footage of Heath Ledger's dead body being wheeled outside, and the streets were totally lined with paparazzi and other onlookers. It was sad. I mean, jeez, people, can't we just let a guy die in peace? Do we have to make a show of his dead body being transported? Show a little respect for the dead. OK, maybe the paparazzi doesn't show respect for anyone, but you'd think that some of those other onlookers could have shown a little restraint, yanno?



• Speaking of paparazzi, I'm surprised that celebrities haven't gotten together to hire, say, private investigators, to tail some of the paparazzi when they go home after work. You know, a little taste of their own medicine. I know, that'd probably be considered "harrassment," but really, it's nothing worse than they do every day (tailing people, taking pictures, insuring that they never have a private moment).
  
  Don't get me wrong. I love me some sleb gossip... every once in a while. But at the same time, I don't begrudge anyone their private time. I actually feel bad for a lot of the slebs, since they pretty much have NO private time anymore. They can't go anywhere without a thousand cameras in their face. That's just sad. I honestly think the gossip community should be reined in a little bit. Everybody deserves to have a (private) life, yanno? Even Paris and Lindsay.



• Anyone still watch the Biggest Loser on NBC? I do. But maybe not for much longer. Please excuse me whilst I channel Steve Martin...
  
  OK, the fucking Biggest Loser. A fucking half hour show stretched out to fucking two fucking hours. And what's with all the fucking artificial drama? I mean, jeezus, you have 14 people on there, trying to positively change their lives for the better, and they fucking go out of their fucking way to fucking create artificial drama (come on - you've seen how they've tried to encourage the drama, blowing the team against team thing out of proportion)? I mean, wha, 20 people trying to lose weight, all in the same house... that doesn't create enough fucking drama for you?
  
  And another fucking note to you, NBC. Not everything needs to be suspenseful. I mean, holy fuck, Captain Kirk thinks you take to long to finish a fucking sentence. Every fucking weigh in, they play that "suspense" music, and it drives me nuts. I'm sorry, but if you try to make everything "suspenseful," then all that happens is that then end is anti-climactic. Seriously, by the end of every show, I find myself not caring who the fuck gets kicked out; I just want the show to end.
  
  And, I don't mind Alison, but holy fuck, why does she have to repeat everything all the time. And not just repeat shit, but the shit she's saying is totally obvious. "You have one vote. Three more and you'll be eliminated." One vote later.... "You have two votes. Two more and you'll be eliminated." Well holy fucking DUH, one plus one... really, that equals two? Thanks for the fucking update! One vote later... "You have two votes, Biff over there has one vote. If he gets one more vote, he'll be tied with you, and if you get one more vote, you'll be eliminated." GAHHHHHHHH. I swear, it's like she's reading to a bunch of 3rd graders. Come on, NBC... your viewers are smarter than that.
  
  Long story short - NBC, you've taken what should be an inspirational show and turned it into a fucking sack of bullshit, with a smidgen of inspiration left. I'm not sure that that smidgen is enough to keep me watching. Stop with the fucking bullshit drama and the bullshit stalling and the bullshit fake suspense. You'll have a perfectly fine show without all that crap.



• This is where NBC sends Edie McClurg to say to me... "You're fucked."

OK, that's enough for a while.

Play artist Tiffany!