Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Today is the letter L 

Excitement!
The Clinton administration told the incoming Bush administration that their top security concern should be this group called "al qaeda". The Bush admin decided that Iraq was a bigger problem even though they KNEW Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction, had no ties to international terrorism, and that the USA had been bombing them daily since the first gulf war to enforce the "no fly zones". Then 9/11 happened.

Did you ever want to know what the EPA is up to? Well now you can't. Have fun with that one, Josh.

What's up all, Erin and I are going to see the Dixie Chicks soon and Dweezil Zappa. Not on the same bill of course, but that would be cool. :P
I have been text messaging George alot latley. He turned 12 this month and got a cellphone for his birthday (not from me, by God), but what are you gonna do? I feel text messaging is retarded because instead of typing into the phone in your hand, you could telephonically dial up the other person and verbally talk to them in an audio format . . .
But hey, that's just me.
I bought a game for my cellphone today, a roleplaying game called Orcs and Elves.
Cute huh?
But it was slow at work, and I can afford $9.99 right? It's not like I'm taking out a lease on a yacht or something . . . geeze. But the point here is not that my girlfriend is going to be mad at me for this purchase (although that does factor in significantly in my personal life, which is frankly, none of your business), but that I commited this purchase at at work. Not on company time, mind you, that is not my argument and I could give 2 shits about that. But imagine if you will, my bladder is full and I need to releive it, I trapise into the mens room to alleviate this minor irritation. For the sake of dicussion, let's say I have to go #2. Now picture me hypothetically sitting there, getting on with the get on. I read some graffiti on the wall and ponder Cindy Laupers comeback.
But wait!
What's this? Low and behold, a cell phone is in my pocket . . . let's look at it sence I have the time . . . this stool's a logger. Orcs and Elves huh? . . . sweet! I like killing imaginary things with an imaginary weapon!
Click!
Download begun . . .

People my point here is, I can now buy shit while I take a shit!
Is this good or bad? I'm to busy trying to download a multiplayer cell phone RPG with one hand. I'm going #1, man.

p.s. here is your president drunk at a wedding
love,
Larry

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Hodge Podge 

A follow up on the link below HERE
And a follow up to the story below the story: Seymour wants to chat with you.
Video FUN!

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Go.Watch.This.Now 

marty-kaplan

Monday, August 14, 2006

Logical Fallacy 

Boy, have I got some good 'laughing' material for you this week . . . courtesy of Rodney Anonymous. Did John Glenn and Buzz Aldren REALLY walk on the moon? It seems some folks don't think so. Okay, I'm sticking this in here, I know it's kinda gay and fluffy and all that- but what the hell . . . if you like cats, here you go.
So today, my President told me that Hezbollah has been defeated and Israel has nothing to worry about. Just like 'Mission Accomplished' in Iraq, huh Georgie boy?
The shit has been flying so thick out of Washington latley, the 'norm' is skewed. We are being reprogrammed to accept mass-death daily, crazy batshit religous wacko behavior as normal daily, an idiotic commander in chief as normal, a UN that is ineffectual at best; liars are put up on a pedistal to spew their vindictive, woefully inaccurate, and intelectually insulting pseudo-arguments on national TeeVee.
What is one to do?!?
Well, one good thing last week is that Joe Liberman, a sixteen year political veteran from Connecticut, lost his primary to an unknown upstart. Ol' Joe was kowtowing to Bush and the good people of Connecticut told him to take a hike. Humiliating defeat . . . So Joe says he will now run as an independant (not like that will split the Democratic vote) and give the state to a Republican.
Thanks, Joe!

The check is in the mail!
Love, the Neocons.

Do you ever feel a little CRAZY? Like a little apeshit-weirdo-koo-koo-doodyhead crazy? Well you're not . . . this guy IS.
Don't laugh.
Considering you are on a computer to read this, anyone interested in computers will dig this open source stance against militarism. Some guy at TIME is wondering if the administration toys with the terror alerts . . . uhhhhh, do ya think? And if you don't think the powers that be are monitoring every fucking action you take, read about how AOL released their search logs to the world. Not that you or I would actually USE AOL, but some chumps do.
I just finished two new songs last week and they should be up soon.
Peace, love, and granola, you fucking dirty stinking hippes, you. :)

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Far From Home 

Actually, I'm right at home with Erin and she is on speakerphone with Lauren, with whom she is currently fulfilling duty as bridesmaid for Lauren in NY Sept 2006. Right now Lauren says she is currently skating down down Main Street singing the praises of my lost soul to the deaf, unlistening world. Verification is at the link above. I was supposed to go to NY, but was delayed by mysterious forces completely out of humanities reach which seemed to encroach into northen Utah's physical and psychic realms.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Come Into My Fort 


Hi all. So Erin and I are here watching T.V. and supervising the pets . . . that's all we can do after I burnt Cesars book. I heated up some old pizza and Erin is flipping through the tube . . . just skipped the Simpsons. Now on Raymond . . .
I am here to tell you that this Lego kit is the gift I should have got my kid. Hindsight is 20 20. Tom, just so you know, ancient texts of Archimedes are being x rayed and old math is being reborn . . .
Donna, I know you will be distressed, but I HAVE to tell you, Elvis'sssss old teddy bear was eaten by foul demons sent straight from hell. Now I call bullshit, but someone gimme a second opinion . . . is this Art Bell call for real?!? I dunno. If so, my mind is bent . . . if not, then give me the New York Times for the next sixty years.

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