Job Week.......a disaster
Job week is over and I'm still unemployed. Story of my life. It's hot as fuck in Sacramento.
Today's topic is 'Ryan's list of people I hate'.
1) Bill O'Reilly-major league asshole.
2) Wolf Blitzer-wierdo, haunts my dreams.
3) Lance Armstrong-phoney.
4) Sean Hannity-butthole.
5) The person who invented Pop-Tarts-disgusting, had one this morning.
-that's just off the top of my head.
Has anyone noticed my anonymous fan. If you go back to previous posts and check the comments you'll see even more of him/her. My theory is that the anonymous fan is either:
a) A beautiful women to shy to contact me directly so she leaves poorly written although mysterious comments. She also harbors an intense desire to satisfy all of my strange sexual urges.
b) Someone from another country with a poor grasp of the English language.
c) A Spammer.
d) A sexually confused Vince.
I vote (c). Let me know your thoughts.
If you get the opportunity, check out this preview for the movie "The Fountain", I believe it comes out in September.
www.apple.com/trailers/wb/thefountain/hd/p.s. the picture is of Phillipe Senderos, a CB for Arsenal/Switzerland.
The emachine is back with a clean bill of health. Thank you for the condolences. Thank you for being so brave during this unfortuanate absence.
I've officially sactioned this week to be Job Week. I had an interview yesterday and forgot my resume. I secretly suspect that I'm subconsciously sabotaging these opportunities. I turned in two applications, had one interview, and I'm really sick of Job Week already. Wish me luck.
I've been meaning to say this for a while, I think my readers (jeff & vince) should ply their trade in the blogosphere. That's blog talk for "get your own blog too". It's FUN and easy and makes you feel hip and technological. Not really.
I got one of those 5 DVDs for 5 cents things in the mail today. The DVD club thing where everything is cheap in the beggining but later on, they jack up the price. So I opened it up out of curiosity and instead of being hollywood type stuff, it was porno. A huge catalogue of cheap porno. And cheap porno just so happens to be my favorite kind.
Quote: "Sure, I've borked tons of women"
"You've Borked?"
P.S. When I can't find an appropriate picture for a post, I just look for a medium sized monkey on google images. And sometimes, I do it for fun.
Blog sickness
My computer's got a virus or something. It's very sick. So, I won't be able to blog for a while. I'm at the library right now using the public coimputers. Keep posting though, and if I make it back here I'll do a proper post with pictures and such.
Quote: "You wanna buy a COMPUTER"-in a New York accent.
mmm....Yeti
Before I get to the World Cup, I want to talk about the Yeti. No, not the mythical creature that makes it home in the Himilayas. Instead, the worst beer in the universe. In order to celebrate the birthday of the United States of Freedom, I scoured the city in search of the perfect brew. Budweiser, Coors, PBR, all appropriate, but only Yeti caught my eye. Long story short, that's some nasty shit. Words like swill and cat piss come to mind. It's sort of like India's version of malt liquor.
So tommorow is the World Cup Final. My boy's the French versus the greasball Italians. Allez Les Bleus. In my heart of hearts I know the Italians are better and will probably win. But I'll be optimistic and offer the following prediction.
France 1 (66' Henry)
Italy 1 (80' Totti)
France win on Penalties. Viva La France.
My new year's resolution (I know its July) is to blog every day. Keeping in contact with all the wonderful creatures that populate the internet. And to this end, I'm introducing the "Quote of the day". First to post the answer wins five kisses! I just realized thats the first time I've used an exclamation point in like seven years.
Quote of the day:
"I'm sick and tired of eeking my way through life"
Allez Les Bleus
Does it feel good to be back? No, not really.
The first excuse that comes to mind, the excuse to explain my blog absence is a convincing "I'm busy". But that's a lie. I'm not busy at all. In fact, I probably have enough time to blog on an hourly basis.
"Why don't you? " you ask.
"Why, because I'm not much of a blogger."
In the future, people will no longer communicate verbally. Instead, it will be through the cold, dead silence of the blog.
And I'm getting in on the ground floor.
World Cup
France 1
Brazil 0
Now that's a fucking dancer. And it's only appropriate that the world's greatest footballer scores the game winner. A beautiful Henry volley from a majestic Zidane free kick. From now on I'll be affectionalty referring to Thierry Henry as
The Frog Prince.
P.S. I hate blogs.
P.S.S. Ronaldinho-player of the year. Zero goals, zero assists. Over shadowed by Henry in the World Cup just like the Champions League Final.
P.S.S.S. I tried really hard to leave pop culture refrences out of this post, ie, Eurkel, Salcious, Wookies, etc.
P.S.S.S.S. If I ever buy a dog, I'm naming him Chewbacca.
