So Ice T is mad at me for taking his name on Twitter and saying "whack and corny" things on it.
http://www.twitter.com/Ice_T is the site he's talking about
To be fair, I've repeatedly tried to hand that account over to them (I created it just to prove how stupid it is for people to think they are following celebs on there). They don't return calls. All I ask is a guest spot as a crack head on SVU. I don't understand?
It seems like facebook has been my MO for status updates. I will keep this updated soon.
In the meantime, another "Kick Me in the Balls" club charter member:
To all gay community college students in the A/V club...just because you CAN do something, doesn't mean you should.
as much as this dude
The irony that those kids are walking about with belts that say "tools" is not lost on me.
For about three weeks now, I've been meaning to make a long overdue status update on what the hell is going on (and it is a lot believe me...hence why I haven't posted lately). Before that, there's something that must be said.
I have a lot of friends on Facebook now, and I think for the first time in my life, I have a feel of how the economy is affecting people. I have friends on Facebook who are unemployed because they were laid off, let go, fired, etc etc etc. The net result is that they are collecting unemployment while contemplating their next big move (or lack thereof) in life.
Since Facebook by its very nature has user generated content from users who don't really have anything better to do, a lot of these unemployed people now occupy about 80% of my Facebook page with their various goings on.
One would think that with the rising unemployment levels, suffocating job competition, increasing uncertainty about the housing market and other issues...these people would be pre-occupied with obtaining gainful employment. I can only imagine that if i were in their shoes (and I have been at various points in my life), that I would be mortified. I would cut any frivilous spending to zilch, I would take the opportunity to better myself in some way (if that were to happen today, it'd be exercise) and I sure as FUCK wouldn't assume "everything will work out". I THOUGHT I operated not unlike the rest of the popuation. However, according to Facebook, my attitudes on how to handle the situation when unemployed is completely at odds with how people are getting on. According to Facebook, the following are activities undertaken by my unemployed friends/acquaintences
-Get tattoos
-Go to Happy Hour
-Go to Cubs games (don't these cost money?)
-Go to Social hours at the museum
-Go to Happy Hour
-Take in a "weekend of shenanigans in Wrigleyville!"
-Go to a movies at the IMAX
-Buy a car (???!!!!)
-Go to Happy Hour
-Go to NiNE INCH NAILS!! (OMG WOOT!!)
-Go out to eat with friends
-Go shoe shopping
-Enjoy this rainy day watching movies and being lazy
-Take every single quiz/survey under the sun on Facebook
-Go to the Blackhawks playoffs game
-Go to Happy hour
-Go to yet more Cubs games
I am thankful that my industry is fairly stable and somehwat immune to the economic problems facing our country. But I'm less than thrilled that in the back of my head, I know in some way, I'm somehow paying for these people to have more leisure time and do these things. Granted some of the people doing these activities have them subsidized by would-be male suitors who are only around because they haven't figured out that's all they are there for.
Seriously, I'm all for people receiving unemployment benefits. And to be fair, there are also people I know with Facebook profiles who've hit the skids and are genuinely doing things to improve their situation. Hey, you paid into it, it's there for when you need it. But blowing every coin of it partying away and then flaunting it on Facebook (and then turning around and asking to "help you find a job" in some cases) is industrial strength stupid.
SRSLY people.
SRSLY
DISCLAIMER: to anybody who is going to read this and be tempted to explain to me in detail how "I don't understand" and "how I want to keep my spirits" up...please save those pathetic excuses for somebody who gives a shit. I call 'em like I see 'em and if you are coming around these parts actin' a fool, don't expect to get flowers blown up your ass about it.
Their furniture is perfect for a black person, or a white person!
Man things are WEIRD around here. Harry Carey apparently was a shitty hurdy gurdy player towards the end of his life.
I have no comment....just...um...wow
I can see having a Spokeasy Twitter page is going to bring some of the crazies outta the woodwork. I had to post this, and even though non-riders may not fully appreciate the fuckard-nature here, riders will find this utterly awe-inspiring.
Ladies and gents, meet John the Freemason cyclist from western bumfuck Iowa. John rode Ragbrai 5 times. John has very strong opinions of Ragbrai and the stresses it seems to put on his harmony joyridin', recumbant-havin' lifestyle. All of which he detailed in a massive Tome on his 'bicycling blog'. You see John wants you to be informed of how stressful Ragbrai can be for experienced cyclists. Among the highlights that seem to have put a pain on John's pussy over the years:
-Got a bug in his eye for a stretch...oh noz!!
-Had to borrow money in 1998 because he hadn't yet obtained an ATM card (!!!!???!!!!)
-Slept at the town center one night and the fireworks show kept him from "getting the requisite 7 hours of sleep needed in order to cycle the next day"
-2 days into the ride...the separation anxiety from his wife (who was 50 miles away) and the stress of 'hiding his emotions from other riders'
-A gut ache once
John, since you are going to inevitably read this when you troll your logs or Google yourself to see if any Christ punchers mentioned you or the freemasons or recumbants I won't bother commenting on your blog (not that I could possibly meet the stringent requirements for doing so anyway, as per your rules at the bottom). While I would never begrudge anybody for venturing to ride more...you should probably know that one major requirement for a multi-day ride like Ragbrai is that you can't be what the natives call "a pussy". Pussies are like porn. You can't define it but you know it when you see it. And you sir, well...you see where I'm going with this. Let me enlighten you to the real stresses that occur with real riders (also note our team has grown year over year):
-Carpal Tunnel
-Blown knee (twice)
-Broken Rim
-Stolen bike
-a Bus broken down on the middle of the highway with 20-40 people stranded (one year ours, one year another teams)
-lost/missing team members (for a whole three days...like more than you have ever been away from your wife)
-dudes getting killed in front of your bus
-tornados (Pro Tip: Tornados and sirens are louder than fireworks)
-brakes going out on a bus while careening down into Guttenberg
-severe dehydration resulting in emergency room trips
-2nd and 3rd degree sunburns
...well it like...goes on and on.
John I can't speak to whatever hippie dippie peaceful joyride trip you are on, but I can speak to the fact that if your stress threshold can't handle any of the above, you really should consider a nice elementary school ice cream social or amish getaway for your 2009 summer adventure before you make yet another idiotic representation of yourself and Ragbrai.
Jesus loves all racial stereotypes!
No don't read the story...just admit that is the best headline ever