Everything that is wrong with the world can be summed up in this photo:
For more wrongness, visit Hot Chicks with Douchebags. But not at work.
I want to take Matt LeBagg and run him through a grinder so I can harvest his grease for lubricating machinery on a southern dairy farm.
I would spend every waking moment of my life reading Shakespeare to baby goats just for a chance to be in the same room as this goddess.
I hate my life.
I saw a turtle this morning crossing the street near the house. I should have stopped and told it that Jonathon likes him.
First, read the article.
Then, visit the site.
This would be cool if it happens. I might even volunteer to take my old job of stage crew if they get a star-studded lineup.
This Sunday, on [adult swim], the last Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law will air. It will be another top-notch 'toon from [as] that will fade into the sunset. When [adult swim] debuted, it was a breath of fresh air. A number of great shows have come through [as] to entertain me.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force (#1 in da hood, G!)
Sealab 2021 (RIP Capt. Murphy)
The Boondocks
Venture Bros.
Home Movies (it's ok)
Metalocalypse
Robot Chicken
The Brak Show (Thundercleese!)
Squidbillies
even running old SGC2C
They made Sunday nights worth staying up for.
Now half of these shows are gone. And the rest are mostly crap. I haven't seen any of the new shows they ran recently. I'm not into anime.
[as] is just not the same.
So long Harvey. You will be missed.
Now if they could just parlay this into a Birdgirl series.
Been trying to sell my truck for a while now. Not that I wanted to, but more of a necessity. You know, the whole money issue and trying to make ends meet.
I was about to give up. Afraid that I would have to bite the bullet and trade it in, only saving a small amount in the long run.
Then the phone call came. A guy was in an accident recently (not his fault) and was assuming the damage was enough to total his truck. So he began searching for another vehicle. That's when he saw my classified ad. After talking to him, he came to look at the truck and fell in love with it. His wife also liked it (which was half the battle).
Like Tom Petty said, the waiting is the hardest part. Well, today was the end of the waiting. His insurance company gave him the word that the vehicle was totaled, which gave him the opening to buy my truck.
I have had a good feeling about this. Now I'm relieved that it actually happened.
So farewell, old friend. We've been through a lot together. That trip to Cincinnati. The many trips to Starkvegas for footb^H^H^H. I'll miss you.
Maybe someday down the road, I'll find a time when I can get another one like it.
In the meantime, I feel like this guy:
"Most people will take the amount given," says Richard Thorne, director of the company's washroom business. Waxing philosophical, he adds, "People generally in life will take what you give them."
Live Earth, a massive global campaign showcasing various artists performing around the world, was held today (7/7/07). It accomplished its goal.
I got to see Kelly Clarkson perform.
Okay, there were a few other artists that performed that I was interested in watching. But none compare to Kelly. She's the whole reason Live Earth was even happening.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some outlets that aren't being used.
