A thing to debate...

Jet or INXS, who's the better Australian band?

Sign of the Apocolypse #1756483.9

I downloaded "Bye Bye Bye" by N*Sync today.

Get over it.

Hey! You out there!

Help us name our bar!!!!!!!!!!!

Funniest thing I've read in a while...

...is this story on Fox Sports.

It describes five games that could be "the next poker." By that, a common household game that gets a massive boom in popularity and becomes a well-known sport whose top performers become household names. Well, one of the games talked about is rock-paper-scissors, and this right here had me pulling a literal LOL at the Post today:

Here's an excerpt from the society's online rulebook:

For those new to the game, the only acceptable throws are Rock, Paper and Scissors. Any use of Dynamite, Bird, Well, Spock, Water, Match, Fire, God, Lightning, Bomb, Texas Longhorn, or other non-sanctioned throws, will result in automatic disqualification.

Amazing.

You know, I never, ever thought of trying the Texas Longhorn.

Of course, I remember Ben and I would always play Neanderthal rules as a joke..."ro-sham-bo...rocks tie....ro-sham-bo...rocks tie again...ro-sham-bo...rocks tie again..."

People usually rolled their eyes by around the fourth or fifth time. The people that failed history just didn't get it.

A Slight Case of Gloating...

What could be better for me than this, considering that I'm still getting feedback for my column on PETA:

Read this story on Fox:

PETA Workers Charged With Animal Cruelty.

Allow me to say this: HA! HAHA! HAHAHAFreakinHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you thought slapping around penguins was demented...

Along comes Kitten Cannon!

Mint Chocolate Chip MURDER!!!

Since moving into the new house, there's something that's really been getting my attention.

There's an ice cream man that goes by the house every afternoon. He has this little song that's projected out from the truck. One of those warm, cuddly, bellish jingles, repeated over and over. I get to hear it a lot, since it's in the later afternoon so I hear it even after I get back from the Post, and there's three streets, all ending in cul-de-sacs, that intersect with Oak Park right by my house.

But, I've been thinking: after (or if I ever) get done writing my current film script, I'm going to writer a slasher film script where the killer drives around an ice cream truck. Music is, of course, a necessity.

"Here's your sundae cone...of DEATH! Muahahahaha!"

"I LIKE SEX! A LOT!" -Tim Mason

This is my first steal from Teague. May there be many more!

According to her, this is how Wonkette. com breaks down the sex patterns of journalists:

Wire reporters: Do it very fast, but at least five times a day.
Political magazine reporters: Bend to the right or left.
Newsmagazine types: Come too late, have sex on a seventh grade level.
Cable correspondents: Want people to watch.
Newspaper reporters: Put all their good stuff up front; few, if any, actually bury the lead.
Talking heads: Lips never stop moving.
Network anchors: Biggest pricks in town.

Big news!

Brad Burns will be opening for Terri Clark at this year's Siskiyou Golden Fair.

Yet another triumph for Happy Camp, California!

Yeah, another lyrics posting...

Okay, I haven't posted song lyrics in a while, so deal. Then again, I hadn't posted in a while due to the lack of Internet.

Anyways, that new single by Seether, "Remedy"

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "you be the death of me"

I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Quarter-Life Crisis?

Cross-posted from B2Z:

I feel as though I'm growing up slower than everybody else. Is that a good/bad thing to feel?

This is a feeling that really came to life after I returned from Santa Cruz this weekend. One of my best friends from high school graduated with honors from UCSC on Saturday, and if that wasn't a big enough weekend, he got married the following day.

So I took a glance at my high school yearbook. Of all my close friends from then, I'm the only one that hasn't A) had a kid, B)gotten married or C)both.

I mean, it's not like I'm saying this as any kind of a mid-life crisis. I'm 22. So it's more of a quarter-life crisis. Maybe a third-life crisis, knowing the odds of my lifespan.

But, I still have this real sense of discontent. I've never had a serious romantic relationship. This is my first summer where I haven't headed back to the parents for a couple months.

Yet it's not necessarily bad. I wouldn't be able to live with myself with letting A happen before B, which with a lot of my friends has been the case. And I'm likely going to be married and a father for the bulk of my life, so why rush into it?

It's just an awkward position being the final true bachelor without strings attached. You know, besides school and my internship.

Thoughts from the cyber beyond?

Whoo-hoo!

The Internet is now on at the new hacienda!

So, today, I rapelled off a four-story building, drove a fire truck, and pried/cut the door of an old Dodge pickup using the Jaws of Life. The coolest day of my internship.

Y'all can read the long version in this upcoming Saturday's Post. Hell, there might even be pictures.