I was told that today is supposed to be the “big day” for me.
Last time I checked, it’s not my birthday, I’m not getting married, I’m not pregnant, Victoria Secret isn’t having its Semi-Annual Sale, and I didn’t buy a lotto ticket.
So I don’t see any special reason to crawl out of bed and put on those special silk boxers that make me feel like I’m the king of the world.
No, instead I’m to be promoted (SEE: It’s a Trap!) and finally anchored into a store where I and I alone will get to make all the big boy decisions of a CVS/pharmacy retail location.
Pretty much, I’m the Boss.
Truth be told, I’m kind of looking forward/completely dreading the change. I like being in charge of myself and not having to report to any immediate superior. At the same time, I’ve never really been in charge of anything larger than a nine-man operation. Now I’ll be in charge of 20 something souls… or more
I just found out the location. It’s supposed to be temporary though. Right now I’m in a nice neighborhood, but I am fearful that I’ll end up in an area where people have no respect for things. Just take a look at these photos of a store I worked at a few days ago. The sad part is that these photos were taken 15 minutes after I had just worked that area.
So I guess that’s it. I think this will be the final factor in whether or not I can handle this company. A sink or swim if you will.
I am excited to announce my next challenge however though! Are you ready? I give you the…..
My friend Adam (SEE: Persian John Lennon) announced the other day that Gary Numan was the single greatest performer to ever exist. I might be exaggerating that a tad bit, but if people didn’t ever do that, we wouldn’t have things like the Iraqi War or that catchy “original” song from Vanilla Ice.
It’s all about the ice ice. Baby.
I told Adam that there was another, better Newman out there. He’s Randy Newman and he’s no pushover. Having scored just about every important Disney/Pixar film of the last two decades he’s a powerhouse of sound. You’ve got a friend in me? Rumor has it that song paused Palestinian/Israeli conflicts for a whole two months when Toy Story came out.
Adam tells me he has 885 songs to rock out to, but like so many things in life, it’s quality, not quantity.
So since he’s sticking to his guns like any other senseless prideful Numanite, I offered him the challenge of watching/listening to our respective champions until the other falls.
He foolishly accepted.
I think what Adam forgets is the way I do my challenges. Money comes and goes but embarrassing moments live on forever in time. That being said, I’m delighted to announce that the loser has to have their chest waxed with the cameras rolling.
I have no intentions of losing so place your bets!
Stay frosty guys.
Lastly, enjoy the newest video from Taylor and myself as we call out Michael Bay for his crimes against humanity.
I just can’t say no to the stuff. In fact, I love bacon so much, I’ll shamelessly watch any movie with Kevin Bacon in it. Furthermore, I find it baffling that an entire religion has decided they can do without it. If I lose a few years off my life so that I can treat my taste buds right, then so be it.
Before we start, it should be known that NO ONE won the Call Justin Challenge. I received a few e-mails and messages from you guys telling me of unsuccessful attempts.
Regardless, stay tuned for a new challenge in the future and maybe with money on the line, it will motivate you to check more often then waiting for me to post a status on Facebook.
From here on I’m shamelessly plugging things you need to swear you’re going to check out! Or else...
The Bell Boys
These guys hail from Portland, Oregon and will rock your socks off with their folk rock vibes. Easily one of the best sounds I’ve heard all year. The best part? You can buy the album at the link below at a choose your own price. It’s pretty revolutionary and you can own the entire album for cheap! BUT YOU BETTER PAY MORE! Expect a review of them to come.
It’s a new concept where I intend to film Taylor and how he sees the grown up world through the eyes of a seven-year-old. Below is a film we made in just a few minutes.
If you live in Santa Clarita, it’s very likely that this place might be the last bastion of hope for a nice lounge. Oddly enough it’s in the home of a former dive. It serves an eclectic number of beers and caters uniquely fresh European food flavors. It’s an interesting fusion of styles and I encourage all of you to go check it out. Like Now.
Lastly is a project that I’m currently involved in. I can’t embed the videos just yet, but if you’re at all curious then check it out by clicking the picture below.
Lastly at the request of a lot of people lately, I’m going to start trickling out the remaining WALE’s I’ve accumulated since last updating the site in December. I’ll probably upload one a day until they’re gone, so enjoy them while they last. That or encourage people to keep adding to it.
OK, so I’m posting a challenge today that can win you $50 dollars. That’s right real money. The kind of amount that gets you two whole tanks of gas AND enough left over for a pack of gum.
This is my friend Justin.
This is my friend Justin’s phone number.
He is the world’s worst person to telephone. Tom Cruise and his Impossible Mission Force (SEE: Scientology) wouldn’t be able to get a hold of this guy if the fate of the universe depended on it.
Me? I can’t even just go get tacos with the guy.
So here’s the challenge. You have until 11:59 PM September 21st, 2010 to get a hold of this guy. You can talk about the weather, ask him out on a date, or invite him to go get tacos (I expect to be included in this).
If you are the first person whose call he takes, you get $50 USD. (I say that in case you are from England and try to trick me into paying you 50 pounds.)Check the video out of me at the bottom of the blog for more. THE RULES
1. You must video-record yourself calling him and have it uploaded to Facebook, You Tube, etc. BEFORE the deadline. Late submissions will not count.
1 ½. The call must be on speaker phone. I want to know what you talk about.
2. There is no limit to how many times you can call. Bug him as much as you like, if you think it will increase your chances, by all means.
3. NO leaving voicemails. It is not the intention of this to clutter up his inbox.
3. For those of you who know this gentleman, you CANNOT use any other means to get a hold of him first. That means no text messaging, social networks, emails, calling other phone lines, smoke signals or going to his house and saying hi. I will verify with the man (once I can get a hold of him) if there was any Tom Foolery.
4. Cheating in any other way that I cannot foresee will not be tolerated.
5. If you intend to participate, please e-mail me your address so that if you win I can mail you your winning prize. redheadcrusader@gmail.com
6. If you are or have been something other than platonic with him, you are not eligible as he might actually care about your call.
So that’s it. Let’s keep this fair and clean and I’m excited to see the videos and see if he actually answers the call.
They have the power to mend wounds, cripple dreams and make math problems very complicated.
I say that because last Friday, as a joke, I instigated a test in a friend’s personal life. You see, she was complaining about her current man-thing being a little obsessed about her every action. I don’t know if it was as detailed as far as in deciding whether to play it safe and eat the oatmeal or live dangerously and go far the bagel, but he seemed to have his fingers dipped in all her current affairs.
So, me being me, I stressed a point. I went on my phone's facebook and "liked" said friends last four wall posts, made nice and appropriate comments about her last few profile pictures and then thanked her for coming out to dinner.
All true stuff. None of it should have been taken as anything other than compliments. This all took a matter of five minutes or so, (T-Mobile 3G is a joke) and within five minutes of that, my friend received a text message from her beau saying she was a liar and that they were splitsville.
It literally happened just like that.
For a second, I thought I had crossed that immoral line of home-wrecking at the expense of a prank. Luckily, the friend has a better sense of humor than me and was laughing within minutes and sharing the story around the table. I felt vindicated and a little drunk with power, but deep down it reminded me that once we say something, it can’t be taken back.
So I’d like to say one last thing to my friend, who’s one of three self-proclaimed avid viewers of my blog, it’s his loss, not yours. You go girl.
This of course got me thinking about other things that should just never really be said.
Weight. Let’s face it, every man in the world dreads the inevitability of getting asked, “Does this make me look fat?” If you’re like me your smart and just shut your trap and start pretending you’re choking.
Ugly babies. They’re out there, and they’re not going anywhere guys. And while we all know that it’s not right to tell some couple and the sum of their love is comparable to something you would wash away with your garden hose that doesn’t make it right. However, what you might not realize is that you should also never tell your significant other that either. They will think you unfit for parenting and hold a mental grudge against your insensitivity. Just bury that one deep down.
A poorly cooked anything. Remember that saying, it’s the thought that counts? Well, the last time I checked thoughts aren’t edible and they definitely don’t stave hunger pains. But just know that if you spurn someone’s cooking you never know what you may get the next time if anything at all. It’s best that if you are being forced to chow down on something that you can’t keep down to go back to the first rule and start pretending you’re choking.
Driving. I have two rules about driving. If I’m at the wheel deal with it. If you’re in the front passenger seat, you’re in charge of the radio unless I tell you I really like that song. Rather than tell me what I’m doing wrong/missing/generally failing at, get proactive and take charge yourself. No one should be critiqued while driving a 6,000 pound object at a speed that can squish you flatter than a pancake at the flick of a wrist.
Politics. We are a diverse melting pot. That being said, it’s smart to just agree to disagree. Unless you follow the O’Hannbraughbeck. Then you’re just wrong.
And stupid.
Speaking of words though, I leave you all with something very dear to me. In a sincere request for a farcical retort to the recent Glenn Beck rally, the efforts of Restore Truthiness have gained traction.
The Rally to Restore Sanity/March to Keep Fear Alive is now happening this October 30th, 2010 at the National Mall. I really want to go, but don’t see that as a possibility because it’s frankly a lot sooner than I would like and it’s in DC and it’s the night before Halloween.
I have high hopes for this event because I just want to be validated that there are more rational, comic-minded people out there than the spooked mindless sheep that always seem to garner media attention.
Click the appropriate banner below to enjoy the videos.
Stay tuned for my own big announcement tomorrow! You don't want to miss it!
Hey all, I'm blogging from my phone again so enjoy all the spelling errors that are sure to ensue.
I just wanted to write this down now and get it off my chest before it defuses and becomes irrelevenat later.
So today is my first "real" day back for work in over a week. I ended up getting terribly sick resulting in me fighting a losing battle and getting strept throat. It was so bad that someone inquired if I had been chain smoking for the last 10 years straight.
In an ironic twist, the incapacitation left me stuck in bed and with perfect timing to play Halo Reach all day for the last 3 days. I'll write more on that in the days to come.
For now let's just say I've been trying to get back into the right mood set of work here on my first day back.
Jumping to the moon might be easier.
I just can't do it. The reason being that they asked me to go visit one of the crappier stores today. One off sepulveda and irwin in van nuys. The reason it's crappy isn't the area (although it certainly doesn't help). It's the incompetent management and the fact that the person doesn't want to fix things.
It just makes it really difficult to find traction on wanting to help out when all I really am is a pack mule doing a ton of heavy duty work. I'm all about being a team player, but when someone making more than me but doing less than me exists (SEE: Capitalist America) it's just a deep wound. When I start thinking down that road, the sum of being an employee versus working for myself just gets rather encumbersome.
It’s bigger than terrorism, it impacts more people than the economy and like carbon monoxide, you’d never know it was around you until it was too late.
It’s no joke. According to my sources (SEE: Cha Cha) roughly 4% of America or 12 million for those of you who can’t do math still have not done the dirty deed. It gets better. About 30% of women, who are 18 years old, are virgins. By age 19, only 19% of women are virgins and by 24 only 8% are virgins. It’s true.
So what do we do about it? First, we acknowledge that there are virgins all around us and get them help.
This ad is no joke people. The number is real. Dial (888) 743-4335. It’s automated so you need to give it a call, (even if you’re not a virgin it’s just funny as hell). The only confusing thing about the ad is that I’m not sure if they mean to help the virgins out there by helping rectify the problem (SEE: Escort Service) or console them into believing everything is perfectly alright (SEE: Suicide Hotline).
All I know is that information is power and it’s time we be on the look out for these virgins so we can help them.
How to Spot a Virgin:
Spotting a virgin is easy when broken down into the two qualifying categories (three for the ladies).
Men’s Appearance:
Like most mammals in the animal kingdom, when a male selects a mate, he will decorate himself to make the ladies swoon. Some animals groom themselves, others show off elaborate plumage.
Men are no different and spotting one is no challenge. Virgins tend to be universally weak with very little muscle mass. They can be any shape or size but tend to be both pale and scrawny or fat asses. Other indicators are the way they accessorize. Thick-framed glasses, net books inside European messenger satchels (SEE: Purses), pocket protectors and asthma inhalers are all plain hints that the word fornication has escaped these people.
Be careful associating fanny packs in this category. While somewhat embarrassing, they are a favorite of off-duty policemen to carry their guns and are currently blowing up in Australia as the next big retro comeback.
Men’s Behaviors:
If the appearance has you on the fence, behavior will be the deal sealer. Most virgins do not know how to function in a world outside of their Massively Mulitplayer Online Role Playing Games or MMORPG (SEE: World of Warcraft).
The term “ice-breaker” will be unfamiliar with these people as they will talk about things completely irrelevant to getting towards their long-term goals (SEE: Consummation). They usually exhibit poor motor coordination outside of the arcade and are incredibly timid and passive.
In the unlikely hood of a woman showing interest, they usually clam up and stumble across words to only then make up for it by buying them a bunch of stuff. A virgin is like a credit card with no spending limit.
They likely still live at home with their parents. Depending on the age of the virgin, they may have been exiled to the guest house or basement.*
Typically their social life consists of conventions, so if you find yourself at one, you have entered the proverbial “lion’s den.” You might want to ask yourself exactly why you are there.
An example of a virgin would be FOX News Reporter Tucker Carlson. Judging by his bow tie (deemed appropriate only at fancy balls and shindigs), lack of rhetoric in conversation and the gut-feeling he still lives with his folks, he was standard definition of nerds until just recently when he discovered the tie and FOX moved him from unpaid intern to a real position.
Female Virgins:
Appearance:
As with the males, women that are still virgins tend to usually be “fugly.” Like men, they come in all shapes and sizes but prefer the color black as it either slims them down or scares men into believing that they worship the Satan. If they’re wearing a sweater in the middle of summer, this is considered a bad sign.
One factor that varies for women is hair quotient. Sometimes this is simple that their hair is in their face obscuring their looks. Other times there is hair ON their face. Moustaches, beards, arm hair thick enough to look like water wings are all deterrents in the fixing their virgin status.
Behavior:
Some virgins are super attractive but hold off on taking the plunge due to abstinence (SEE: Jonas Brothers Cult) or have decided to wait by carrying with them various tools to repel men until they feel ready (SEE: Bible).
With the exception of those selective few, most women mimic the same trends as their male colleagues in that they couldn’t talk their way out of a paper bag. The reason they can’t figure this out is usually do to the lack of knowing the correct body language (Extend chest out while talking).
Following that, usually the only girls left are the ones that believe themselves fiercely independent where sex objectifies and degrades women. Refusing to conform and jump on the skanky band wagon, they take a rigid stance on the other side of the spectrum and invoke celibacy and decree sex immoral. These women later become lawyers, PE instructors and nuns.
Anatomy:
Finally, a girl can be determined a virgin by the indication of her hymen being broken. It is, however, very unlikely that a girl would show you her hymen as evidence and asking is also ill-advised as a slap across the questioner’s face may occur.
In conclusion, now that you have learned several of the outliers that will help you determine a virgin, it is your job to give them the above phone number and help them.
We all have to start somewhere.
Oh and in other good news, that whole burning Quran Day thing? It's been moved to a TBD kind of thing so for now we're all back to hugs and kisses right?
I guess not.
* It should be noted that, while accurate there are situations in life that must be factored into the basement/guest house equation such as loss of job, loss of residency, or loss of pride.
As we creep over the hill into the later half of the year and I turn my awesome Dr. Horrible calendar to the right month (it was a few behind), I find myself starting to reserve some important days as well as scratch my head at the decision of other people for their own important dates.
August 28th, 2010 Martin Luther King’s… Glenn Beck Day
It’s no coincidence that the most recent right-winged nut job to join the collection of the O’Hannbaugh decided to piggy back a day revered for changing America as his platform to spew his baloney to the masses.
The scary thing is, over 87,000 people turned out for this. Beck was hoping for around 300,000 but regardless, the fact that that many absent-minded sheep followed him is a disturbing sign that people are willing to be spoon fed anything.
We don’t need the government to tell us how to live our lives and we don’t need FOX News commentators (I refuse to call any of them journalists) to do it either.
September 8th, 2010 Grindhouse
Tomorrow night is Machete at the Drive-in. It’s going to be legendary!
September 10th, 2010Birfday Goodness
Jess is having a birthday party! She’s super cool and you should become her friend on Facebook so that way we can all party. She's a cool cat and has a badminton court. I know what you're thinking, why don't I go find some hip seniors and then I can play shuffle board and bridge while I'm at it, but Badminton is too legit to quit. Plus that little birdie that you bang around, it's professionally called a shuttlecock.
Yeah, I went there.
September 11th, 2010 International Burn a Kuran Day…. Wait what?
Are you freaking kidding me? Why is it, that when people feel threatened by a minority/fraction of a larger group of people that the only way to retaliate is by lashing out at the wrong side of the coin because it’s easier to do? Check out the interview here.
This is just plain stupid and it’s a shameful misrepresentation of America and the Muslim culture. I intend to light a candle for the tragedy and stay silent for a few hours out of respect. What a horrible way to taint an already even more horrible event.
Plus this whole nonsense is never going to stop until one side becomes the bigger person. I’m not saying I agree with Obama’s concept of “let’s be friends,” but by doing this we insult and tick off 1.5 billion Muslims let alone endangering all our troops in hostile areas and putting them further in harm’s way.
We built this country on the sense of practicing freedom in our everyday lives. I understand it’s your right to burn what you want, but I think this world would be in a much better place if we just tried to put ourselves in each others shoes just once a day.
This Pastor Terry Jones of the Dove World Outreach Center should call the Westboro Baptists, maybe they can have a picnic together.
October 11th, 2010 Super Secret Surprise for Two!
You don’t get to know about this one, I just wanted to rub it in your face that it will be AWESOME.
October 17th, 2010 Insanity
The Germans have Oktoberfest and we have… a bunch of people drinking around a keg in the woods. Theirs is a month long. Ours is one weekend. Sure it doesn’t have the pizzazz or event coordination of that thing they do over there, but hey, if you want to have fun and hang out with me and some of the funniest people on the planet, RSVP ASAP.
October 23rd 2010 Brave New World Zombie Walk
Last year’s Zombie invasion of downtown Newhall was almost last minute and it didn’t get enough hype fast enough. This year, they and I are pulling out all the stops. For donating just one can of food (but you better bring a dozen you louse!) you get to be corpsified, and then moan and drag your dead-self to the Newhall Park’s version of Frightfest. I mean what’s not to love?
November 13th, 2010 Thanksweenie
Oh yeah, five years running, the greatest made up but really real holiday returns. As usual, seating is limited so start impressing (SEE:Bribe) for a spot at this delicious banquet of food. Rumor has it that they’re will either be a an arts and craft masquerade project and/or a jumper. Did I mention the Turducken?
Damn straight.
December 10th, 2010 Birthday She BANG!
So I’m trying to decide what to do for this year’s birthday. I already have next years set for the lucky other 11 that decide to join me, (can we say renting a blimp?) so I’m not sure yet what to do. I don’t know what kind of a budget I’ll be on, but I’m still hovering towards the idea of renting Landshark (not the beer) or renting out The Pearl motel in San Diego and having a soiree. Notice I said soiree and not party because when you do something that classy, party just doesn’t fit the mold.
Oh and TRON: Legacy comes out.
Add Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas to it and it kind of makes me feel all gooey inside.
When it comes to commercials, you either love them or hate them.
You love them when it’s time for the Super Bowl and when you really need to go get a drink or use the bathroom. Otherwise you hate them.
There are those rare polished gems though. Here are some below that almost make you willing to watch commercials for the sake of watching them.
The Nokia Cat:
Outback Steakhouse
Double Rainbows all the Way
If you didn’t understand that last one, you’ve been hiding under a rock. Go check out Double Rainbows.
Moving along, the reason I’m doing all this is because I went down a nostalgic tangent a few weeks ago and started watching old classic power rangers VHS tapes my grandmother had recorded for me when I was a wee pup.
I enjoyed watching them because as a kid, Power Rangers was my whole world. It was flawlessly simple and perfect in that teamwork and good would always rule the day.
As I look at it now, I see terrible acting, the fact that the Black Ranger was missing an entire finger (SEE: Amputation), horrible fighting choreography that resulted in half the punches never even connecting, and costumes with zippers so obvious they’re like the safety seal on a GLAD freezer bag.
The funny part is that since this was before the time of TiVo, DVR, and box sets, I got all the commercials that came with it. It’s amazing to watch how far along toys have come. We’ve evolved from dolls that giggle and pee themselves to practical robots. My favorite commercial had to be the Jurassic Park commercial. I only have a screenshot but from it one thing is clear:
Jeff Goldblum is a holding a HUGE gun ready to take on some bad dinos. This must be the single reason he landed the job for Independence Day.
Then a few nights ago, a commercial came on for www.rescueanimalsnow.org. In it they showed the same things those other outreach humane society programs show, but what caught my attention was at the end of the commercial. As everything climaxed into begging for my support, a man came up from behind a baby seal, he raised a large club and swung down (in slow-motion mind you) and just as the strike was about to connect it faded to black.
I tried to find the commercial, but alas no one has posted in on YouTube. So instead I put a picture of what they call the Great Canadian Seal Hunt. There’s a video down below of it and if you’re squeamish, maybe you should pass. It’s really rather tragic and I’m not sure why I’ve always talked about the topic as a comic event.
It just goes to show you there are a lot of things wrong with this world.
To prove the point further, the link below has the most messed up thing I have seen in a long time. (It’s not pornographic, but it is sadly disturbing) It’s so messed up that Director Michael Bay has offered a $50,000.00 reward for information on the woman in the video’s capture. I hate to find myself agreeing with that pyromaniac for once in my life. http://blubbaproductions.com/girl-throws-puppies-in-river.html
The funny thing is, that not all the marketing we are exposed to comes from commercials. They are the ones like that high-school jock that demands you're attention. But there are other slippery players like these viral videos that tell marketers exactly what we are looking for. All in all, it's just disappointingly amazing what today's society can be exposed to with the click of a mouse.
Hey all. I have to be quick here as I need to leave for work in 10 minutes and I just have some things I need to get off my chest. Apologies for the bulletin style delivery.
Racism
What the hell is with racism still being active outside the deep woods of the South? I thought we had kind of moved on from this topic by now or at least kept it so close to the chest that we never let it out.
Anyways, here’s the gist. A year ago, an employee of my mother’s accused her and the surgery center she worked at of being racist because they made her do all the typing and heavy lifting which degraded her as a woman of color.
The center had to choose how to handle the situation carefully and because they didn’t act to my mom’s liking, she ended up quitting. A few months later the assistant filed a lawsuit.
My mom is a lot of things, but she’s not a racist. Like me, she might not like the amount of “Spanish influence” that has crept across our borders, but I don’t blame her. Spanish advertising in anyway always boils my blood.
No, my mother is just a slave driver (no pun intended) when it comes to what she expects out of her job and her subordinates and frankly it sounds like this woman couldn’t cut it.
Regardless, they just came out of trial, and the woman was awarded $100,000 for defamation of character.
Luckily, my mom being a conspiracy theorist, always protects herself and when she brought in all the documentation, the plaintiff’s reward was reduced from $300,000 to the “measly” $100,000.
All in all, I though this kind of stuff ended after that guy spilled McDonald’s coffee on his junk. It’s just more examples of a system in dire need of an overhaul.
In the Navy
Why do we give discounts to active military people? I’m not trying to sound disrespectful or rude, but I think we give far too much to those we already give a lot too. If you’ve read my blog you know my understanding that our military isn’t conscription based. It’s VOLUNTARY. While it’s tragic when our men and women die, they know what they signed up for.
So why do we, as the tax-payers who bankroll their jobs, give them a break on everything else?
I mean think about. Their cost of living is subsidized in the sense that they have no cost expenditures outside of things like iPods, computers and a night out on the town. They live on base, they eat food prepared for them and while in combat they get paid even more, plus it’s not like they can spend any of that money while they’re deployed. So why do we give them 5-15% off.
It’s nonsense if you ask me.
Electronic Disharmonic
My mom’s LCD TV broke last night and she’s been a riot of anger since it happen. I mean I was pretty ticked when my box broke (I’m just shipping it out today! Ugh!) but I was nowhere as livid when her tivo’d soap operas went down for the count.
I mean she was ready to have me go buy a new TV, Johnny on the spot. I don’t know who Johnny is, but I told her at least let me see if it can be fixed.
It turns out Phillips TVs have a huge problem with power regulation and that once they “go,” it’s a roll of the dice if they can be saved. I’m going to test some stuff out when I get home, but I’m disappointed in the lack of quality that America has measured the standard shelf live of being.
One-year warranty? Nothing ever goes wrong in one year. It breaks the first few days (SEE: Defective) or it breaks from wear and tear later down the road. However, later down the road to me is not two years. When you invest something like $1,500.00 in a product, later down the road should be 5-10 years. I mean if you think about it. That 1,500 smackaroos averaged us about $70.00 a month just to have. That’s not a good deal at all.
It makes me wish COSCO still had its lifetime warranty. But all good things must come to and end.
Anywhoo, I’m going to check into seeing if there is anything that can be done to fix it. It’s something wrong with the power supply, so any of you smart peeps out there can feel free to drop advice if you have any.
ADIOS
Oh and one last thing, I ordered pizza for the family last night, and it showed up a hour and thirty minutes later. It was an hour later. When I called the guy to ask what was going on, he put me on hold for 9 minutes before I hung up. I fully intend to complain to his manager tomorrow when the guy comes in, but what should I ask for? Needless to say, I doubt I’ll be using that Pizza Hut anytime soon.
Oh and here’s a video I pulled from my files. It’s dated, but it always makes me smile.
Arc-Royal is the old website of a die hard community of gamers from back in the day. The site was left abandoned and being a nostalgic person decided to leave it as the foundation of declaring my angst against the world. Enjoy.
Like men, they come in all shapes and sizes but prefer the color black as it either slims them down or scares men into believing that they worship the Satan. If they’re wearing a sweater in the middle of summer, this is considered a bad sign.
One factor that varies for women is hair quotient. Sometimes this is simple that their hair is in their face obscuring their looks. Other times there is hair ON their face. Moustaches, beards, arm hair thick enough to look like water wings are all deterrents in the fixing their virgin status.
Jess is having a birthday party! She’s super cool and you should become her friend on Facebook so that way we can all party. She's a cool cat and has a badminton court. I know what you're thinking, why don't I go find some hip seniors and then I can play shuffle board and bridge while I'm at it, but Badminton is too legit to quit. Plus that little birdie that you bang around, it's professionally called a shuttlecock.
As usual, seating is limited so start impressing (SEE:Bribe) for a spot at this delicious banquet of food. Rumor has it that they’re will either be a an arts and craft masquerade project and/or a jumper. Did I mention the Turducken?
but I’m still hovering towards the idea of renting Landshark (not the beer) or renting out The Pearl motel in San Diego and having a soiree. Notice I said soiree and not party because when you do something that classy, party just doesn’t fit the mold.
