Marc
I'm rich, b-otch!
I've got my schtick that I'm going to pull at the end of every post for 2.12.03 to 2.12.04 -- Three Sarcastic Lies! I hope you enjoy it.
I'm listening to Ben Kweller's "In Other Words" right now, and am completely sure that the beginning piano part is a rip off of some old, mid-80s love ballad. I'm not saying that's bad. I'm just saying.
Second, the ballots are in -- Dave Chapelle's show, The Chapelle Show, is the funniest, most subversive thing going on television these days. Maybe even since the demise of Mr. Show. What other comedian -- black or white -- could get away with doing almost fifteen minutes on the consequences of black reparations for slavery finally being payed off by the US government? No one. I laugh so hard. Hard.
Third, the new banner up top is hilarious. I had no idea it was Lincoln's birthday today, at least until I got a message from Matt about the new banner. It took me a few minutes, but I finally put two and two together to realize that Honest Abe, the likeness that I use in my Tony Hawk 4 online gaming outings, would've been one hundred ninety-four if he had been around for today. I can't wait til the future when Honest Abe's head and body will be reincarnated and stuffed in a jar to be put on a shelf with all the other dead presidents, ala Futurama. And, speaking of that show, what happens to the United States after the year 2000? They have all the president's heads up there until Bill Clinton, which leads me to believe that the writers at Futurama are psychic and know that George W. will most definitely be the death of us all. Smoke 'em if you got 'em folks. We ain't seen nothing yet.
Third, part two -- I have also become heavily addicted to the Cartoon Network's Adult Swim program, Home Movies. Made by the people who gave us Dr. Katz, with the sweet, interrupting voices that never fail to make me laugh. Like tonight's episode, for example, where the fat friend, Jason, takes Mellisa and Brendan to his country club and says to the waiter, who stands at the ready with three grilled cheese sandwiches, "Are you new here? ... Yeah, I though so, cause no one who's been here long would take half an hour to come up with grilled cheese sandwiches!" Oh. Sides. Splitting.
Fourthly. Finally. I'm sick of doing homework and taking notes. Is it possible to have carpal tunnel syndrome in one's thumb?
Three Sarcastic Lies: one, I am totally comfortable with the fact that I really like two Ben Kweller songs; two, I think Frasier is the most underappreciated television show of all time; and three, Briefs really are better than boxers.
Thank you.
I'm rich, b-otch!
I've got my schtick that I'm going to pull at the end of every post for 2.12.03 to 2.12.04 -- Three Sarcastic Lies! I hope you enjoy it.
I'm listening to Ben Kweller's "In Other Words" right now, and am completely sure that the beginning piano part is a rip off of some old, mid-80s love ballad. I'm not saying that's bad. I'm just saying.
Second, the ballots are in -- Dave Chapelle's show, The Chapelle Show, is the funniest, most subversive thing going on television these days. Maybe even since the demise of Mr. Show. What other comedian -- black or white -- could get away with doing almost fifteen minutes on the consequences of black reparations for slavery finally being payed off by the US government? No one. I laugh so hard. Hard.
Third, the new banner up top is hilarious. I had no idea it was Lincoln's birthday today, at least until I got a message from Matt about the new banner. It took me a few minutes, but I finally put two and two together to realize that Honest Abe, the likeness that I use in my Tony Hawk 4 online gaming outings, would've been one hundred ninety-four if he had been around for today. I can't wait til the future when Honest Abe's head and body will be reincarnated and stuffed in a jar to be put on a shelf with all the other dead presidents, ala Futurama. And, speaking of that show, what happens to the United States after the year 2000? They have all the president's heads up there until Bill Clinton, which leads me to believe that the writers at Futurama are psychic and know that George W. will most definitely be the death of us all. Smoke 'em if you got 'em folks. We ain't seen nothing yet.
Third, part two -- I have also become heavily addicted to the Cartoon Network's Adult Swim program, Home Movies. Made by the people who gave us Dr. Katz, with the sweet, interrupting voices that never fail to make me laugh. Like tonight's episode, for example, where the fat friend, Jason, takes Mellisa and Brendan to his country club and says to the waiter, who stands at the ready with three grilled cheese sandwiches, "Are you new here? ... Yeah, I though so, cause no one who's been here long would take half an hour to come up with grilled cheese sandwiches!" Oh. Sides. Splitting.
Fourthly. Finally. I'm sick of doing homework and taking notes. Is it possible to have carpal tunnel syndrome in one's thumb?
Three Sarcastic Lies: one, I am totally comfortable with the fact that I really like two Ben Kweller songs; two, I think Frasier is the most underappreciated television show of all time; and three, Briefs really are better than boxers.
Thank you.
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