Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Dog Years

This is like the opposite of dog years, trying to get to Omaha. More like Redwood years, delayed another day, but all I have for furniture is the cushion off a chair and an inflatable bed. Hey Carpet, tell me how my ass tastes! This video is old, but if you haven't seen it before, its new to you!

Still playing W.O.W.?


or have you tried to quit. Just like I said I wasn't going to post anything. But when you have an empty home and you are awake before dawn, I just had to do something.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Dear Emo,

So, just about everything is packed and I'm just waiting for the movers tomorrow. What a pain in the ass. I am never moving again. Wait, what... Oh, yeah I forgot, or rather I tried to black out that I will be doing this same thing again one year from now. Well, it could be worse. My cat just asked me, "What could be worse than the middle of the country surrounded by nothing by corn?"

Saturday, July 19, 2008

FUPA

I will probably not post for a week or so, since I am making my low sad trip to Omaha, Nebraska. I will actually be across the river in Iowa. Fucking IOWA! Nuck Febraska is my new favorite T-shirt. At least I can walk to the casino. Thought I would go out with a banger of a post. Enjoy.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Yippe Ki Yay ... !

Die Hard is 20 years old today. Take your pick of clips. First is some goofy music video, I kinda dig the beat, can't dance to i tho'. The second is NSFW.




This qualifies as a sucked in movie. Where if you are channel surfing and find this movie at any point you must stop and watch it. Even if it means that you waste your entire Sunday afternoon aqnd blow off chores you meant to do. Including, sitting thru the commercials if its edited on TBS.

Justin who?

Congratulations to Justin Morneau for winning the Home Run Derby. Too bad the stories tomorrow aren't going to be about you and instead about Josh Hamilton's 28 longballs in the first, his tattoos, his rehab-induced dream about doing this, and some writer somewhere just found an ending to his story.

Since the winner of the Derby is kind of irrelevant in the grand scheme of sports, if MLB had their way, they'd have probably stopped the contest after Hamilton's 28. Unfortunately, they put these rules in place, and dag nabbit, they're going to stick to them. As a result, Hamilton's reserve power stored in his arm ink finally dried up, and Morneau's five homers in the final was enough to beat (the redeemed former Tampa Bay Devil Rays first round draft pick) three. I was sitting there the whole time saying just miss a few on purpose and save some strength for later. Yeah, the records nice and all but others have weakened just the same.

The All-Star Game can't be any better than tonight. Unless Hamilton his the game-winning home run or something. (Or if Rick Reilly is impressive on camera.) Because already his story dwarfs Rick Ankiel's comeback. ("Oh, you came back from ... sucking at pitching? Well, congratu-fucking-lations, I don't remember most of 2005.")

Monday, July 14, 2008

The Dark Knight


I'm on my way to pick up tickets to a screening tomorrow night. Wife has to work.
WWBD?

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Whiplash gets paid

Step 1: Train monkey and border collie. Step 2: Get seen on YouTube. Step 3: Profit!

Pimp Chef

Learn how to bitch slap a tilapia.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Dopey's elevator

He must have a fantastical bag of something good up there.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Sappy post of the Week

David Carle had booked his ticket to the National Hockey League draft weeks in advance. His bags were packed, but he never made it.

Carle had been a certain third-round pick as a defenseman, maybe a second-rounder. But just hours before the draft, he sent out a letter to all 30 teams, advising them not to pick him.

Two months before, at the end of his senior season at Shattuck-St. Mary's prep school in Minnesota, Carle led his team to a national championship, scoring a goal in a victory over Team Illinois in the USA Hockey 18-and-under Tier I final. He never suspected it would be the last game he would ever play... read the rest here.