Monthly archives for August, 2007

Monday, August 27, 2007

It's Miller time!

If you're anything at all like me, you're constantly prowling the internet looking for examples of other people being really, really stupid. Stupid people make me feel good about myself. Miss Teen South Carolina makes me feel so good, I'm like Superman on heroin.

I feel like now I need to celebrate or something. Public assery like that comes along less often than holidays.

Props (and love and sloppy kisses) to Bunny for encouraging me to look for this.

Goddammit!

Goddammit! I think I'm getting a plantar wart on the ball of my right foot. I blame Michael Douglas for this.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

I is observant

I have had a dryer sheet inside my shirt for the whole day. Just now noticed. Call me Mr. Observant.

Visit at your own risk

My house is apparently a nexus of death today.

  • There's a squirrel squashed in the street in front of my house.

  • The Bunny ran over a toad (or maybe it's a frog, I don't know) in the driveway.

  • My neighbor killed a chipmunk in his garden with a rat trap.

  • Some of my neighbors across the street have a fluffy white cat that was clipped crossing the street. (S)he limped the rest of the way across and died laying next to my porch.

 
If any of you should ever visit me, I might make you sign a liability waver. I'm no longer convinced I can guarantee your safety.

Friday, August 24, 2007

First game of the season

High School Football season must have started tonight. I can hear the crowd and the announcer from my house. Touchdown!

A good start

What do you say we take Paris, Nicole and Lindsay, tie them all together and push them off a pier? Who's with me?

Link:

Woman sets fire to ex-husband's penis

Link:

Porn Star Barbie? Mattel Battles Web Site

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Proof of the efficacy of advertising

Proof of the efficacy of advertising: I've become convinced that High School Musical is unfettered brilliance.

Days go by

Ever notice how a single day can feel so long, but an entire life can feel so short?