I was inspired to write this after reading dick’s gripe about 1st person shooters. Because I feel his pain, and no one should have to put up with that (crap).
But first, of course, the digression:
I was inspired to write this after reading dick’s gripe about 1st person shooters. Because I feel his pain, and no one should have to put up with that (crap).
But first, of course, the digression:
After I realized that Boobaah was a Teletubies type show, I seriously debated about changing my #1 made-up cuss word to something like Torp-noodle. It then dawned on me that this might be as pointless of an exercise as writing a massive unread in-joke about a mythical company called Chook for years, only to later debate if the choice of names was in fact the wisest.
Regardless, rather than be a George Lucas or Steven Spielberg-styled-revisionist about my material, I just decided to keep Boobaah as my #1 made-up cuss word and instead do another top five list. Accordingly, I’ve done a “clean” top 5 to the previous “dirty” top five.
Without further ado, here is my top 5 list of things to do with soap (feel free to list your’s):
List your top 5 made-up cuss words. Mine are:
Megan says she likes to interchange the word Pork with the almighty F word.
When did this happen?
OK, I’m would have to update my list for grue’s favorite songs post. I was cursed this morning by not being able to get Burger King‘s newest jingle out of my head for a couple hours.
Now my misery seeks company.
This infectious song is actually a remake of an old hobo bluegrass tune called Big Rock Candy Mountain that depicts a dream life for a hobo (ever-empty boxcars, cigarettes that grow on trees , etc.). BK’s version has Hootie, Brooke Burke, the Dallas Cheerleading squad and, probably, countless pornstars with which I’m not particularly familiar.
My goal is to get everyone around me to not help but hum/whistle/sing it at one point, showing that they’ve also got this thing on auto-play in their head.
Click here for the song, the lyrics and some insightful notes.
Premise: (spoiler… as if it mattered) A team of four spacemen (actually, two space men and two space women) return from space after 40 years in deep sleep on a mission to look at some alien probe a ways off. Arriving back on earth they are enslaved and taken to the local saw-mill to be put to work. Two of them are killed in the process.
It turns out the world has been taking over by alien “mites†which look vaguely like giant humanoid grass-hoppers. The mites killed off most of humanity with neutron-type-bombs and enslaved the remainder to help them deforest the place and ship the wood back to their homeworld for a tidy profit.
Check out the band Dash Eight, their tunes and their slick looking website. They are, in my humble opinion, one of the better bands to come out of Salisbury, MD in a while.
i'd rather be anywhere anywhere i can run to anywhere that's dark secluded any place at all anywhere i can count an endless string of worries anywhere you aren't and they aren't i can make it all STOP. (i can't...) just wanted you to know that i think about you and in the soft glow of a computer monitor my face looks sunken, sallow as i rattle off this self-indulgent poetry casting myself as the nostalgic hero who never worries and always feels good about things who is perpetually 22 and everything to you.
These music lists strike at something dear to my heart: music lists.
Almost never do I like all of an artist’s work, or even the majority of it. But there are a lot of one hit wonders that I’ve stumbled on over the years. Not that these people’s music is necessarily bad in general, nor that their “hit” was actually popular with anyone but me. But some of these have really stuck with me over the years (I still want to find a copy of “Scrabble Girl” or “Mercury” (no, not that Mercury, not that Mercury either, the Mercury that isn’t on the list) from the WXAC formats bin circa 1996).
A lot of these songs I’ve heard on Rhapsody or from free sample disks I got working at Borders, so I didn’t have to shell out the prohibitive costs for entire albums to find them. But some of them can be found free on the ‘net, and here is a smattering:
I swear, if I ever meet the guy who invented Hawaiian Punch, I’m gonna’ kick his ass for making me crave his sweet, sweet polynesian crack on an hourly basis. I’m sending that bitch the medical bills when I’m finally diagnosed with Diabetes.