Hey Freak!

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...