Sat down and watched, for the first time, the flick “Big trouble in Little China”. Granted this is regarded as an 80’s cult classic, but what a horrific pile of shit. Simply amazing.
Big pile of shit in little china maybe.
Archive for the ‘Rant’ Category
Suffering Over Drive
Friday, November 30th, 2007Shopping Kart Orgy
Monday, November 26th, 2007Looks like the consumption orgy that is “the holidays” has arrived. I can only a world, a place, where crap isn’t bought, wrapped up and given away on some arbitrary date. Or where people don’t gorge themselves on empty calories that do little to fill the void inside. Now, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the togetherness this time of the year tends to bring out. I enjoy a nice warm fire and a cup of hot chocolate, I love my handmade scarf, frost on the windshield of my truck in the morning and women in lingerie with those little chris cringle santa hats. Ok, so I digress.
I’m no holiday scrooge. I’ll sit quietly in the corner with my hot cocoa and dreams of sugar plum roxette’s dancing around my head. Hell, I might even enjoy myself…
But I won’t partake.
Create more. More love, more art, more wisdom, more enjoyment, more experiences, more life.
Consume less. Then maybe you won’t be filling up my gym come January.
No Comprendo
Monday, November 5th, 2007Help me out here, exactly what purpose does caffeine-free diet coke serve?
Johnny No
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007I will admit this freely any day of the month. I absolutely love cartoons. I always have and I always will. Well, there is one exception, that fucker Johnny Quest, man I hated that shit.
Wild Waves
Wednesday, August 6th, 2003I’ve always been amazed and oddly fascinated by guys who, when urinating, piss straight into the water in the urinal. What are they doing? Are they trying to create bubbles or music? Are they trying to penetrate and drill a hole straight through the porcelain? Don’t they know what a mess their making?! Pissing straight into the water creates microcurrents within the shallow belly of the urinal that sends pissy excrement all over the place. It splashes and sloshes like an overfilled martini glass and ends up on the floor, on the wall, on the brim and, as disgusting fate had it earlier today, on my boots. It’s about time we demand more cleanliness from men. “Piss at an angle into the urinal wall for fucks sake.”
