Mar 27, 2006
Not Good
| Paul Dana died today at the age of 30 when his Indy Car hit a spun out and crashed car belonging to Ed Carpenter at the speed of 200mph. Dana was a graduate of Northwestern University and was a sports journalist before getting his opportunity to drive the #17 car for talk show personality David Letterman and Bobby Rahal. This was his rookie season and this was the practice run to kick off the 06 racing year for the IRL. I've seen a 17 car pileup at the racetrack that nearly took the legs off of a dear friend. I've caused an 8 car accident that wasn't nearly as bad. But this was, and will forever be the most gruesome automobile accident I have ever witnessed. Story Website |
Mar 26, 2006
To Lose You...
| You ever just feel so upset with the rest of the outside world that you just want to close yourself off and never see the light of day again?? That's me right now, let's go over the list of shit that I'm pissed off about right now: 1.Everyone who thought blogging was just a fad and is now quitting. 2.These morons who are petitioning for immigrants rights when we think about closing off our borders when we have more illegal aliens in the country than we do legal ones. Fuck you pay your due or get the fuck out. 3.This asshole who was at least 70 playing poker at the casino last night who would call or raise everything no matter what he had ($15 raise preflop without even looking at your cards is a tad retarded). 4.This stupid play about nuns and priests (can you guess the ending?) 5.All these stories surfacing about people from myspace meeting and then getting raped/robbed/abused. Grow a fucking conscience and meet in a public place instead of at a "house party". I've come up with more original reasons to NOT meet someone. Here's a few stories for you: House party rampage, myspace homos, So there's your dose of what's eating mike and why I'm so pissed off at the world. Why am I pissed off at the world? Because people are stupid. A person is smart, intellectual, has expressive emotions and can make decent decisions. But people are stupid. Lets vote for american idol but you know what... we could give a shit less who our next president is going to be. Oh and I just watched 'Jarhead' and I think it's a pretty damn decent movie... almost worth buying if I wasn't such a broke college punk... I feel the urge to shoot something. Just for the hell of it. At least it's nice to know you can still find a girl to be happy with in this one horse town. Orgy - Blue Monday |
Mar 23, 2006
Geesh
| You fuckers are dropping like flies. That's 5 blogs that I normally read that have shut down in the past two weeks... appears most of you cock whores think that blogging is just another fad that you do to chronicle your social life until something better comes along to take up your time. Fuck you and fuck the horse that you rode in on... no really, chad wants the horse. If you're only here to blog for the enjoyment of others' you're basically writing a diary for the public to view... oh. but wait. you're only posting these drunk photos and these retarded fucking proverbs because you think people might think you're a little deeper than that fucking pothole I hit on my way home from work?? Hookers are deep. Strippers are deep. Bloggers are shallow; at least you bloggers who have come into existence for the sole reason of bragging. Or that total fucking douchebag blogger person who uses songs for titles because they're completely stupid and have no creativity in their soul and take it out on other people because they're living a shittier life than a 19 year old who failed out of college. You have no idea how disappointed I am when I press the "next blog" button and it takes me to a site that is total shit. Not even the total shit ones where they're advertising how to wash dishes or knit a sweater, not that disappointment. The disappointment where it brings you to this asshole's website where he/she had no idea how to get ride of the "Edit Link" or how exactly they're supposed to change their blog title. And I'm that pissed off just over their shitty layout. We haven't even explored content yet! Shit like this, this and yes... especially this. There is NO FUCKING REASON TO CHRONICLE A PERSON'S LIFE FROM BIRTH. JUST FUCKING SHOOT ME NOW. IF I FIND ONE MORE FAMILY HAS STARTED A BLOG ABOUT A 3 YEAR OLD WHO JUST LEARNED TO PROPERLY SHIT ON A TOILET I'M GOING TO GO ON A RAMPAGE. Blogging is dead. So much that this emo shit is looking like solid gold. Dramarama - Anything, Anything |
Mar 20, 2006
Gone
| So I'm going to be absent for a couple of days... I figured this was the perfect time to make one of those pseudo-homosexual "ask any question you want" b/s posts. Feel free, hippie.
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Mar 16, 2006
Who Blogs Here Anymore?!!?
| Anyone else notice the slowing flow of blog posts around here these days?? So here is today's biggest breaking story!: An international online child porn ring that used a chat room to transmit live shots of molestation has been cracked, the US federal authorities say. Finish reading it here. Now I know I've been made fun of for being a deviant and a pedophile. But even this crosses the line. Who in their right mind would/could do such a thing as molest an infant?? You call less than 50 people a "ring"? Who was the asshole who sat back and viewed all these molestations while they happened and did nothing?? Fuck that. I hold the assholes who sat back and assimilated as much information as they could for 10 months and didn't act sooner just as accountable. You couldn't chime in and ask where ya from? Or how about this brilliant idea, IP tracking. Kind of gives you a ground zero to who's watching and EXACTLY where they are, down to which corner of the house they happen to have their pants at their knees. Ten months... let us put this in perspective shall we:
I'm sure some of those "agents" were having a pool competition while all this was going on... either that or they were on break at their desks. Sick sonofabitches out there I tell you. Not even the likes of JBF could have thought up anything as severe as an 18 month old kid on the net... Billy Talent - Red Flag |
Mar 13, 2006
Round Three
| So being home, alone, for over a week has its advantages and disadvantages. I get to veg out. Commence vegging. Speaking of making up words, there is no such thing as zoning out or vegging out anymore we're going to call it: Ciavarroing. Put that in the dictionary right next to Grimshaw. Shit. I think these two words mean the same thing. So the video game of the weekend is Fight Night Round 3. Commercials and the EA Sports website led me to believe this was going to be the game of the fucking century. Bloody hell. For the occasional sports fan who doesn't know shit about boxing it's a good game. Then again, so was Round 2. Matter of fact, EA cut so many corners on this game for PS2 it pisses me off. All the focus went into the Xbox 360 version and they basically shit out Round 2 with crappier graphics, less heavyweight boxers, and added ESPN Classic fights to the mix. Very disappointing to say the least. In later news, I went out friday night to dinner and a movie, with a girl from work. I know what you're all thinking, and yes, it's true [she is in fact a girl]. Saw the hills have eyes. It was really great, the liberal gay hippie douche in the beginning of the story gets his ass whipped to a pulp, watches his wife get her head blown off (.44 magnum does the trick) and loses his kid to these desert people (known as zombies in every other movie just changed to help with originality). He gets fucked up, go see the movie.* *If you have a weak constitution don't go see this movie as you witness someone blowing their head off (with a shotgun), cannibalism, not to mention gore. **If you go to a movie and have a cell phone. TURN THE FUCKER OFF. Opening night for the movie and some 12 cell phones go off in a packed theater. FUCKERS. Not only that. But the asshole (who was no older than 15) sitting behind me had his cell phone go off and what does he do?? Let's answer our cell phone after we were kindly asked to turn it off for the sake of others. Oh wait you're done telling your mom where you are? Ok good, now back to kicking the back of my chair. I swear this town is a retard magnet (i keep getting pulled back in!). Queensryche - Walk in the Shadow |
Mar 9, 2006
The Whole World
| Is it so wrong that I don't visit?? How come it takes me everything I have to just go see you? How come when I see you I feel like crying? Why can't I just talk when I'm around you?? I hate seeing you the way I do. I'm making promises I know I'll never be able to keep. Not because I don't want to, because we weren't given enough time together. Just tell me that you'll get better one more time, so we can hit the slopes, get one more Yankee Stadium trip worked out, so we can play catch just once more.... I'll settle for a simple card game. I'll settle for Another Day. You know life isn't worth anything unless you have someone you look up to tell you what a good job you've done. How you're still going to make it even though you've just failed out of school. Knows that you're going to get back there and do well. Picked you up when you hit the deck when you're riding a bike that's way to big for you and completely tear you knee apart. Someone who came and visited you every day you were cooped up in the hospital because your appendix exploded. I just wish I had something to say to him, because visiting for a half hour with only 10 minutes of conversation is just too much to stomach. Not to mention choking myself out when I try to say "I love you" and "goodbye" The only good thing that can come out of this already has. I've found that I still have the capacity to love, and to be scared so horribly that I haven't slept in 48 hours, I completely zoned out today. The whole day. |
Mar 6, 2006
Blue Eyes & Bright Skies
| I've missed the days where I was amazed by the sky in the afternoon. How puffy and white the clouds could be when etched in front of that perfectly blue sky. Not to mention how the nights always seemed to be perfect. Either starry and clear, or that cloudiness that promised snow by the time you woke up. Oh man do I miss walkin campus at all hours of the day. The wind whipping itself around "the urinal". Speaking of urinals... I still haven't gotten anything back from those shitheads yet. It's been over a week since I sent out my credentials. I hate waiting. I blame my eating and sleep habits being disrupted because of this. I visited my grandmother today. I can't stand it. That place is uninhabitable by me. I can't do it. I grew up idolizing my grandfather. He was more of a father to me than either one of mine. Now I'm just expected to sit around and visit to watch after him while he and my grandmother deterriorate?? I know these are his last days. I know that my time with him runs shorter and shorter. I know it. But I can't do anything about it. I can't even talk to him without coming close to tears. I can't see the man that taught me everything I could ever need to know about life on his deathbed. I'd hope to forever envision him as the person who taught me to swing a bat, even when I was just conquering the task of learning to walk; or the one who taught me to ski and would come to my basketball games in the winter just so he could take me and my cousins skiing on saturdays; even the one who introduced me to the Yankees, told me old baseball stories, worked hard, knew when to play a prank, taught me the fine art of procrastination and then knew how to make me understand responsibility. Hours upon hours of throwing across the yard. It just hurts too much to imagine life without him telling me to sharpen up or to "pozzack" whatever obstacle stands in my way. too much. Matthew Good Band - Brand New Tune |
Mar 2, 2006
Baseball Time
| World Baseball Classic starts off tonight!! I'm a big baseball buff. Yankees. Duh. But most of you are going to ridicule me for my choice. But I've liked them since 91. You know, when they were the bottom feeders of the AL East (were they ever that bad?). So anyway to the point of making a post about baseball: Anyone want in on a fantasy league I'm starting?? For shits and giggles. Drop me your email and I'll send you an invite and league password. |