The two thumbs up of the Christ
02.26.04 (8:30 pm) [edit]Anyone seen THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST yet? Opinions? I haven't seen it but am curious.
I've been watching BEN HUR on TV today which has quite a bit to do with the life and certainly the times of Jesus.
Got me thinkin'...
Radiating an aura of extreme incompetence...
02.24.04 (8:54 pm) [edit]Yes, this blog is about Bush. Did any of you use to call things that were bad, "bush"? In early high school, it was the in word. "Yo... that's Bush." "Did your Dad lend you the Trans Am? No, dude. He leant me the Corolla. That car's Bush."
Anyway, I digress.
What I wanted to get my two cents in on (in on?) was this whole gay marriage thing. In an attempt to outdo his own record for presidential bumblefuckery, G-Dub wants a constitutional amendment that essentially bans gay marriage by defining marriage constitutionally as being between a man and a woman.
All I have to say to Bush is, "are you gay?" "No." "Are you going to marry a gay man?" "No." THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CARE?!
Riders on the Storm
02.22.04 (5:46 pm) [edit]The storm that is heard before THE DOORS' recording of RIDERS ON THE STORM was recorded in LA by members of the band.
Right now, it is raining that hard. Unremarkable in the grand scheme of things, but quite remarkable for LA.
Bid for blog bingo is over
02.20.04 (10:56 am) [edit]I forgot to blog yesterday, and now my bid for a full week of blog dates on my calendar is over.
Maybe I should try to change my time zone and cheat...
Word of the day: THOGGER
02.18.04 (8:22 pm) [edit]What is a thogger? Thogger is a word that is made up by combining two other words, much like "brunch", or "French Toast". Okay, not at all like French Toast...forgive me a little free association every once in a while.
So what two words combine to form the word THOGGER?
Is it "thoughtful blogger"? No, though there are plenty of those here at tblog.
Is it "thong clogger"? No again. Why would I ever want to use such a word?
It is "thug jogger". You know, those guys who jog at night, in the summer, wearing black track pants and a black hoodie, with the hood on. They either look like Rocky or like they should have a VCR under their arm and the cops on their tail.
Today I almost hit a Thogger while I was driving. He looked up from his shadowboxing just in time and not only saved himself, but also the 15 discmans he had under his shirt.
What kind of margarita are you?
02.17.04 (9:56 pm) [edit]BLENDED, NO SALT
I like things candy coated and frappe'd whenever possible. Don't tell me like it is, tell me like I want to hear it. And definitely don't balance the sweet with the sour -- just gimme the sweet!
BLENDED, WITH SALT
I know the sweet comes with some sour, but I prefer it when the sour is purely for decorative purposes only -- I take life through a straw!
ROCKS, NO SALT
I heard there's more booze in it this way.
ROCKS, SALT
I'm a realist. I respect the past. I do it the way it's meant to be done. Plus, I heard there's more booze in it this way.
Dancing Trombone player on Steve Harvey show
02.16.04 (12:52 pm) [edit]My stomach still hurts from laughing at this:
Dancing Trombone player on Steve Harvey Show
Busta Rhymes on the PGA tour
02.15.04 (9:14 pm) [edit]What could be more out of place than this? Michael McDonald playing half-time at the NBA All-Star Game. Granted, the game drew exactly enough interest to be broadcast by TNT...
Romano is the stinky kind of cheese
02.14.04 (10:33 am) [edit]As I blogged on 1.21.04 ("Not Everybody Loves Raymond"), I said I'd have to hang up my cleats if Ray Romano ever appeared in a movie (No, ICE AGE doesn't count).
Well, along comes WELCOME TO MOOSEPORT.
I guess I have to go back on my word.
Wrinkly boob on TV
02.03.04 (10:52 pm) [edit]When I got to work on Monday and heard people talking about a wrinkly boob on TV, I thought they had re-aired the State of the Union at halftime.
Oscars Skins Game
02.03.04 (10:49 pm) [edit]Those among you who are golfers will understand this right away.
Get together about 8 friends (no more, or else you should run multiple games -- you'll see why). Each person brings $1 per award (there are somewhere between 20-25 awards on Oscar night).
Each person puts $1 in the pot for the first award. If you guess right -- and you're the only one who guesses right -- you get the pot. Otherwise, it carries over to the next award and everyone puts in another $1.
The pot builds and builds until someone picks a winner and were the only one to pick the winner (this is why you don't want too many people).
"So I'll just pick a bunch of dark horses," you think. No, because whatever money is left over at the very end --and there always is after Best Actor, Best Director, and Best Picture -- goes to the person with the most correct picks overall. So, you gotta pick the surefire winners but study up on the shorts and the editing awards.
All the while you drink heavily and kvetch about the fact that Julia Roberts has an Oscar and that Tom Hanks can apparently shit on a plate and put a MiniCam on it and win an Oscar.
Then, you look at who won in the paper the next day because you don't remember.
