Archive for October, 2002

BOO I don’t want to

Thursday, October 31st, 2002

BOO

I don’t want to over do the whole halloweeny thing. I have my costume and will post a pic sometime this weekend. It’s pretty fuckin funny if you ask me. Not that you did.

For those of you looking for last minute ideas for your kids try this one: Pimp Daddy

The Realistic Internet Simulator (unless you’re Mac User - but yeah, I still get it.) Cleaver.

WRONG WRONG WRONG It’s All Just So Wrong!

Dr. Toast’s Amazing World of Toast. “I strongly believe that Toast is the very thread which holds together the uneasy seams of modern society.” Well alright-y then…

Fun and often funny So You Wanna is a great how-to site.

How long did you think it would take for conspiracy theories to pop up? The (possible) Assassination of Paul Wellstone. To my good friends in Minn. I do not intend to make light of your loss. Paul Wellstone was the last of the great radicals.

In other new: Winona had her first day in court yesterday. It was her birthday. I sent her a cake (with file) but I don’t think she got it. Honestly, looking at this outfit? Give the girl a break - she needs some new clothes!

In tribute to the Fishwraps

Wednesday, October 30th, 2002

In tribute to the Fishwraps olden golden days, here’s a couple of yuck yucks for ya.

A Nuns Story

A cab driver picks up a nun. She gets into the cab, and the cab driver won’t stop staring at her.

She asks him why he is staring and he replies, “I have a question to ask you but I don’t want to offend you.”

She answers: “My dear son, you cannot offend me. When you’re as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I’m sure that there’s nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.”

“Well, I’ve always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.” She responds,

Well, let’s see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2 you must be a Catholic.”

The cab driver is very excited and says, “Yes, I am single and I’m Catholic too!”

The nun says, “OK, pull into the next alley.” He does and the nun fulfills his fantasy.

But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying. “My dear child.” said the nun, “Why are you crying?”

“Forgive me sister, but I have sinned. I lied, I must confess, I’m married and I’m a Baptist.”

The nun says, “That’s OK, I am on the way to a Halloween party, and my name is Kevin.”

Acme Costume Co.
A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party. He doesn’t know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg so he writes to a costume company to explain his problem. A few days later he received a parcel with the following note:

Dear Sir,

Please find enclosed a pirate’s outfit. The spotted handkerchief will cover your bald head and, with your wooden leg, you will be just right as pirate.

Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

The man thinks this is terrible because they have just emphasized his wooden leg and so he writes a letter of complaint. A week goes by and he receives another parcel and a note, which says:

Dear Sir,

Please find enclosed a monk’s habit. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and, with your bald head, you will really look the part.

Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head, so again he writes the company another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a small parcel and a note, which reads:

Dear Sir,

Please find the enclosed bottle of molasses. Pour the molasses over your bald head, stick your wooden leg up your ass and go as a caramel apple.

Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

An Oldie but a Goody
An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset.

Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he figured that the latest episode was just that, so he stayed put. Suddenly, however, he filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational. In a complete loss of composure, he jumped out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window.

A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. The drunk started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms violently, in an attempt to free himself of the sheets. He ended up with the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.

As the drunk stood there, staring down at the sheets, a hospital security guard who had witnessed the entire incident, walked up to him and asked, “What the hell is going on?”

“I just beat the shit out of a ghost.”

courtesy of the missus’ corney uncle paul

I’ve had it with YACCS.

Tuesday, October 29th, 2002

I’ve had it with YACCS. I’m trying out a new commenting host. Sorry about losing all your brilliant witty comments. Feel free to comment again.

How to lose track of

Tuesday, October 29th, 2002

How to lose track of time
Start messing around with SodaPlay. It took me a few minutes to get the hang of it. But that was over an hour ago.

Nothin says I love you

Tuesday, October 29th, 2002

Nothin says I love you like hip-hop kittens.

WHO has too much time on their hands?

Good stuff from the good folks at B3ta:
More fun that it should be: Singing Horses! Click on their mouths to make them sing.

Freshy Fresh Flash Optical Illusions from those friggin brainiacs over at MIT.

A new Rubics Cube. Now with astronauts!

From the makers of the “Velcro Mullet”: Camel Toe Cup! Dishwasher Safe.

OlderDykes.org is a cool new Australian site for - you guessed - older dykes. I was into it until this photo popped up.

What up with the Cruella hair do? It’s more of a hair don’t babe.

It’s driving me crazy! Who

Monday, October 28th, 2002

It’s driving me crazy! Who the hell sings this song?!

Thanks to Robyn over at smackTHEweasel for getting it stuck in my head. I’ll see you in hell my friend.

When you win, say nothing.

Monday, October 28th, 2002

When you win, say nothing. When you lose, say less.
Paul Brown

Fuck that! Actually, my congratulations to the Angels. While I firmly believe that without the help of the Giants, they could not have won, I still tip my hat. Now, as for those idiots at the Beer Hunter who insisted on pounding those friggin Thunderstix throughout the entire game -pounding the table, pounding each other, pounding anything - that must have been your little yellow bus in the parking lot right? Sorry about the flat.

Just a little tip from

Sunday, October 27th, 2002

Just a little tip from me to you, friend

If you’ve not had carbs or sugar in a while, perhaps the way to go is a nice slow reacclimation to the world of sweet treats. Not my head first maniacal dive into the abyss.

For future reference, I do not recommend eating 4 TastyKakes, 2 KandyKakes, an Oreo, half a bear claw, a small bag of cheetos, some salt water taffy, fried chicken, potato salad and 2 king hawaiian dinner rolls - all in less than a 24 hour time span. Add PMS, 4 beers, a pathetic mid-relief choke in game six, a Carls Jr. Famous Star burger, some fries, 3 diet cokes, turning the clocks back, 2 three month old kittens, and a depressing yet compelling late night documentary narrated by Susan Sarandon and I can pretty much guarantee a horrible nights sleep.

Can you say “cranky?” I knew ya could.

Gretchen’s been on a queen

Saturday, October 26th, 2002

Gretchen’s been on a queen bitch rant. Now, I tried to take the “what pisses you off?” quiz she posted, but for some reason I kept getting a blank blue page. That really pisses me off damn it. You wanna know what else pisses me off? Here’s the short list off the top of my head:

When they don’t empty my goddamn ashtray at the car wash
Whiners
Tests of the emergency broadcast system
Parking meters
A dirty coffee spoon on the edge of the sink
Reformed fundamentalist non-smokers
People who take cell phone calls while talking to me
On that note … call waiting
Stupid people
Toast crumbs in the butter
Splitting the check (see: whiners)
My neighbors dog Brutus.
Refilled ketchup bottles
The 8am - 12pm window
Gum-snappers
The middle seat
Cat piss
Improper use of the turn signal
Hang-ups
Ignorant homophobic asses (see: stupid people)
People who show up half an hour late
Junk Mail
People who can’t keep their big fat ass mouths shut.
Infomercials
A squeeze when I asked for a twist

Thank you - I feel much better now. It’s Saturday - nobody reads this damn thing on the weekends anyway.

Now I’m off to my cousins to watch Game Six. We might briefly switch over during the commercials to ESPN2 to view the carnage that will be the Michigan State - Wisc. game. It won’t be pretty, I’m sure.

Can I get a WooHoo

Friday, October 25th, 2002

Can I get a WooHoo in da House?

The following will probably mean nothing to you unless you are a baseball fan.

Child’s Play. Go Daddy-O! Jeff Kent finally produced. And they say Pac Bell is a Pitchers Paradise… No so for Mr. corn fed cheese bred Wisconsin boy. He just oozes the midwest doesn’t he? What a fantastic game, if you’re a Giants fan. If you’re an Angels fan - uh… I’d like to send my condolence to the primate. Little D had a close call there at home plate, but apparently, it didn’t effect his future in mining. You’d think with all those long balls last night we’d be feasting on tacos in a few weeks but who am I to complain? I prefer El Pollo Loco anyway. Tomorrow it’s back to the land of ThunderStix[tm] to put the final nail in the coffin. Hold the presses: the Missus surprised me yesterday by rattling off a few stats… Has the earth truly shifted on it’s axis?

Speaking of the Missus, she returns today - Yippie! I’ve not dwelt on the the fact that she’s been gone since Monday, because the last time I did that I got completely freaked about being here alone and it ended up costing me big getting an alarm sytem installed. This time I just focused on getting a few jobs done around the house to fill the time. I’ve finished scalping, dethatching and overseeding the lawn, a charming seasonal chore of killing a perfectly good lawn in hopes of growing a new, yet different, perfectly good lawn to last you though the winter. I stained the back patio - a chore that I thought couldn’t take more than an hour or two, but instead, turned into a two day-er. And of course, the house has never been cleaner. Hurry home baby before I collapse and mess the place up!