Hey Freak!

Some good reasons to vote Republican this November:

link from Crooks and Liars

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.