Thursday, February 23, 2006

Completely Fucked

How come when our great Presidente literally says “People don’t need to worry about security”, it makes me shudder with terror?
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Just so I could say I did it…

I big-ringed Star and Jenkes Streets on the way home from work.

Don’t believe me? I’ll do it again.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I Wonder

Who is the poor shmuck that has to sit there and put the little stickers on all the bananas?

5 days to go! woo woo!

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Awwwww yeah

Just picked up my god-dang international license…we’ll be cooling our heels in Pastaland in only 2 weeks and counting. Also just hit the Bird-Flu Paradise for a bowl of SARS…good stuff, as you all know.

I wonder how Matt’s bat-room project came out…or Chuck’s painting project.  My big project for the weekend was trying to see how many hot wings I could eat on Sunday after plow-fest ‘06. I think I got 14 down.

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Friday, February 10, 2006

Curtains for my iPod

Well, my fucking ipod shuffle shit the bed yesterday. Its doing the blinkie-light thing that, upon some further online research, means the POS should just be buried in the yard.

This occurs exactly one week after the 1-year warranty is up. Unbelieveable…almost like that shit was planned. And…the worst part is that for Apple to fix and send back is $109! Plus shipping! Can you believe it? A new one costs $99 now!

Well, like a good American consumer, I guess I will go down to the local cluck-and-fuck Best Buy and pony up for a new one. The sad truth is that I really can’t live without it. Thanks Apple.

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Thursday, February 9, 2006

Hick Blokes?

Why is it that the biggest “hick” bands are all British? Seriously, think about it, The Who, Led Zeppelin, Rush, Queen, Motorhead, the Beatles…I could go on.

I’m just thinking back to high school and all the Foster hicks wearing t-shirts with any of the aforementioned monikers emblazened, along with a pair of  moccasins or “shit-kickers” (we called Foster-sneakers because they would wear boots to gym class) and all topped off with one of those awful black “flat” Spanish cowboy hats. I don’t know what you call them, but I think John Paul Jones is wearing them in one of the pictures on the Physical Graffiti album. The best was those frilly brown leather indian jackets. That was the cherry on the sundae for me. I think Bob Plant wore one too, so there ya go.

Anywho, how is that a bunch of kick ass British bands ended up dressing like a bunch of American hippy-hicks? Thats what I want to know.

That hat… that fucking shit-kicker hat….

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Thursday, February 2, 2006

We really are fucked

If you actually believe the news, it sounds like Iran might actually have a nuclear bomb, or at least they will soon. And, people now transport heroin in the stomachs of puppies.

Now, please excuse me while I go blow my brains out.

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Wednesday, February 1, 2006

Doo-doo Van to Paradise

Got talked out of my regular workout at lunch, and hit the Pho Paradise with Matt D. Man, that place just rocks in so many ways. Go there, and the soup goddesses will serve you up the best noodle soup of your white-boy life. Seriously.

Also got to finally check out Matt’s new tough-looking whip - a $500 Chrysler brownbag mini van. Looks like he got a pretty good deal though. Cosmetically it looks like it came out of a honey badgers hiney, but it is functionally perfect. Should be very useful for cross season, now that “Big Red” is probably on the outs. Now, somebody just has to come up with the perfect name for it…

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