Monday, February 26, 2007


I saw the previews for the movie "300" and I wanted to go. Then I read this review:

"Possibly nowhere outside of gay porn have so many broad shoulders, bulging biceps and ripped torsos been seen onscreen as in 300."

Now I will be taking a day off of work to see it in the IMax theater.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Cedric Cam

Yeah, this is a streaming video... or is it? You actually can't really be sure, can you?

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Calling All Crazy Dawg Ladeez

Okay 'Fess up.
Am I the ONLY one who takes my puppy to dawgie daycare? Really?

Well, yes, I probably am. What does this say about me? I'm opening this up for discussion. Because I'm concerned. But not enough to stop.

Dudes, LOOK at this face:

Friday, February 16, 2007

Today's lesson:

Chuck Norris does not use spell check. If he happens to misspell a word, Oxford will simply change the actual spelling of it.

Monday, February 05, 2007

The Tell Tale Nyup Nyup...

I got to shove an old lady and physically move some kid out of my way AND crowd surf all this morning on my way to work. (not as cool as Larry's tale of the bus stopping right outside our door but that is another post and another blog) Serioulsy, what is it with public transportation that reduces people to utter retards? Don't stand in the fucking door you morons, that's what we use to get on and off the train. I actually had to grab a child (or midget) by the shoulders and move them aside this morning so I could get off the train b/c the phrase "EXCUSE ME" was not working.

Other tales from the CTA you desire? Okay, well last friday the cold killed my iPod, affectionatly named "pinicius" b/c it's pink. I was therefore forced to endure my fellow riders for the 45-85 minute ride to downtown (it's a crap shoot everyday with CTA). So about 5 ft in front of me I had three old men discussing 70's basketball in Utah. What what?? Utah? Basketball? The Raging Gold Plates? Anyway, as I tried to tune that argument out I became of another noise. One that was coming form behind me. It was unholy. There was a midget (no shit this time, not a kid, a really person, not a dwarf, but a midgit) making mouth noises. Not just any mouth noises either, but something my brother coined as "nyup nyups." ACK! She just kept making this damned noise all the way down town! She even moved over a seat, but I could still hear them. . ."nuyp nyup nyup nyup nyup nyup nyup. . ." Ryan and I used to do that to annoy each other, we ended the "game" or "torture" by yelling "NO MORE NUYP NYUPS!!" Could I yell this to a total stranger? I did a double take to make sure this wasn't my esteemed younger sibling playing a horrible trick on me, and no it wasn't. I ended up having to put my dead head phones in my ears and listen to the muffled sounds of " you know the mghfpt in the bfftpt...nuyp nyup nyup..."