Friday, February 29, 2008

File this one under "unlikely"

Click Here

In case you were too lazy, the article talks about the fact that cloth diapers are making a comeback due to, get this, a "green movement."

"Green movements" are the VERY reason why we sought an alternative to cloth diapers.

This will not catch on. Do you want to know why? Because "helping the environment" falls to the wayside really quick when you are up to your elbows in baby shit.



Speaking of dirty diapers... my wife has this strange habit. When she checks if the boy's diaper is dirty, and is unable to come to an initial satisfactory conclusion, she will stick her finger directly into the "destination area" of the diaper (named, by me, as the "Infernus Parvulorum") and fish for... wait for it... shit.

I find this amazing.

This is like making soldiers walk down a hostile street in order to determine if a sniper is there.

Funny

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Just when you think Vikings could not get any cooler

Regarding Obama...

Before long, people tend to turn on our messiahs, and Obama will be no different.

Come November, his campaign will be nailed to a tree, with a sign overhead:

Barack Obama Rex Laevorum

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Who is your Tyler Durden?

A little mental exercise to try at home.

Imagine that a part of your psyche broke off and lived on is own. What would that psyche be like and which actor would play the role?

Mine? At this phase of my life, the one thing a break-away part of my psyche would embody is simply not giving I crap about you, your life, his life, the world or anything in it. My breakaway psyche would get twenty extra packets of ketchup in his take out bag because, when the guy behind the counter asked him if he wanted extra ketchup (as if he were doing him a favor), the look he gives him made him leave a skid mark. His eyes would be two laser optical sights and his dick would look like the "crotch gun" in From Dusk Till Dawn. He would be the guy who drives to the strip club in a gray primer '69 Chevy SS with a bottle of Jack in his hand drinking it en route. He would cut the line and go into the club with the bottle still in his hand (now about only 2/3rds full) and, if the bouncer has a problem with it, well, fuck him.

When he walks into the place, he will make the strippers dance to "Into the Void" by Sabbath and "The Trooper" by Maiden. Then, when (not "if") he breaks the "no touching" rule in the lap dance room, and the bouncer who played OT for the "practice squad" at OSU comes back to give him some guff, he will pull a WWI trench knife out of his boot and break all of his front teeth with the hand guard. Finishing off the last of the bottle, he would then crash it over the guy's head. Why? Fuck him that's why. In fact, Fuck you for even wondering why he would do that.

I think that Kurt Russell could really play that guy well now. In fact, my breakaway psyche would look just like this:



You have a problem with that? Well fuck you.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

I never saw "Borat"

The movie came and went. The DVD was released. It even was on cable for a while. However, I never saw the movie.

I kind of like that about myself.