It's Monday night, and that means I'm sitting here watching football, playing poker, and posting to my blog. But I'm tired, so I'm not going to say much. I type for a living, I don't want to type now.
Maybe I'll do more tomorrow to make up.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Joke
So I heard a new one tonight.
What's red and smells like blue paint?
Red paint.
You can laugh now.
What's red and smells like blue paint?
Red paint.
You can laugh now.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Monday Night Sports
So here's my Monday Night Football post (last week my "I'm making myself post something" post was during Monday Night Football). The problem is that football is over, so this is a Monday Night National League Championship Series post. It would be a Monday Night Football post, but I played CentPoker all through football.
CentPoker is awesome (I'm not going to tell you about it, go see for yourself you lazy bastard), but there's starting to be too many people on it. For a while people played like they wanted to play. Now people just do stuipd stuff and it's not as fun anymore. Only it is. It's crazy fun. Which is why I played all through football.
It's fun to write like this where it doesn't matter becuase all the writing I do now is revising, which is not as much fun becuase you only write a few words or sentences or MAYBE a paragraph at a time. It's mainly moving around and cleaning up, so your fingers don't get to move quickly across the keyboard for very long, which is the fun part about writing on a computer.
I like writing in pen, but after a while my finger starts to hurt. I miss those little rubber things you could put on your pencil (that sentence sounds dirty). I also miss the brown erasers. They were fun to tear up
CentPoker is awesome (I'm not going to tell you about it, go see for yourself you lazy bastard), but there's starting to be too many people on it. For a while people played like they wanted to play. Now people just do stuipd stuff and it's not as fun anymore. Only it is. It's crazy fun. Which is why I played all through football.
It's fun to write like this where it doesn't matter becuase all the writing I do now is revising, which is not as much fun becuase you only write a few words or sentences or MAYBE a paragraph at a time. It's mainly moving around and cleaning up, so your fingers don't get to move quickly across the keyboard for very long, which is the fun part about writing on a computer.
I like writing in pen, but after a while my finger starts to hurt. I miss those little rubber things you could put on your pencil (that sentence sounds dirty). I also miss the brown erasers. They were fun to tear up
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Truthiness
This is where I rant about something that doesn't matter at all.
I hate that prices don't include tax and companies that advertise their pre-tax price like that's what you actually pay. Currently this ire is aimed at Taco Bell. Taco Bell currently has a commercial campaign for an 89 cent chicken soft taco or burrito. In the commercial, a guy walks around town taking pennies from various "give a penny, take a penny" jars (communism at its finest!). He goes into Taco Bell and orders one of these new 89 cent burritos and gives the woman 88 cents. She says, "Hey, this is only 88 cents!" To which the guy responds by grabbing a penny from the Taco Bell take-a-penny jar (which does not exist in any Taco Bell I've been in) and gives it to her with a very smug "eighty-nine" and walks out with his burrito.
I call bullshit.
In the real world, that burrito does NOT cost 89 cents--it's probably more on the order of a dollar. If I walk into a Taco Bell and order one of these cheap-ass burritos and give the cashier 89 cents before trying to walk out with my burrito (especially if I give them 89 pennies) some high schooler who is pissed off that he's working in Taco Bell is going to jump over the counter and beat me to a cheesy-chewy-crunch pulp. Just figure tax into the damn price.
And for all you places that don't have sales tax on food, suck it. You'll just have to pay 7 cents more per dollar than you used to. Get over it.
I'm better. Just don't get me started on gas prices. $3.749 a gallon is $3.75! It's not $3.74! Why are we so dumb that we think a tenth of a penny means something? It doesn't. Idiots. Gah!
I hate that prices don't include tax and companies that advertise their pre-tax price like that's what you actually pay. Currently this ire is aimed at Taco Bell. Taco Bell currently has a commercial campaign for an 89 cent chicken soft taco or burrito. In the commercial, a guy walks around town taking pennies from various "give a penny, take a penny" jars (communism at its finest!). He goes into Taco Bell and orders one of these new 89 cent burritos and gives the woman 88 cents. She says, "Hey, this is only 88 cents!" To which the guy responds by grabbing a penny from the Taco Bell take-a-penny jar (which does not exist in any Taco Bell I've been in) and gives it to her with a very smug "eighty-nine" and walks out with his burrito.
I call bullshit.
In the real world, that burrito does NOT cost 89 cents--it's probably more on the order of a dollar. If I walk into a Taco Bell and order one of these cheap-ass burritos and give the cashier 89 cents before trying to walk out with my burrito (especially if I give them 89 pennies) some high schooler who is pissed off that he's working in Taco Bell is going to jump over the counter and beat me to a cheesy-chewy-crunch pulp. Just figure tax into the damn price.
And for all you places that don't have sales tax on food, suck it. You'll just have to pay 7 cents more per dollar than you used to. Get over it.
I'm better. Just don't get me started on gas prices. $3.749 a gallon is $3.75! It's not $3.74! Why are we so dumb that we think a tenth of a penny means something? It doesn't. Idiots. Gah!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Forced post
So I haven't posted anything in a long time, and I haven't been very good about keeping a regular posting schedule, so I've probably lost whatever regular readers I had. If I had any. So here's a post saying sorry. Sorry.
It's hard for me to write these things because I get ideas in the middle of the day, but I'm working in the middle of the day and I don't want to take the time to do this. But then when I get home and have a chance to post a blog, I don't want to or I can't remember what I wanted to write about. Maybe I'm not dedicated enough, but I think I'd rather be dedicated to getting a job, which I'm trying to be.
So maybe I'll start jotting down ideas. But I won't.
Such is the life of an itinerant blogger. I just wanted to say that word.
So here's what I'll do. When I can't think of a post or don't want to put one up, I'll just post a dumb joke. This is one of my favorites.
What kind of coffee did they serve on the Titanic?
Sanka.
I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that. What's that say about me?
It's hard for me to write these things because I get ideas in the middle of the day, but I'm working in the middle of the day and I don't want to take the time to do this. But then when I get home and have a chance to post a blog, I don't want to or I can't remember what I wanted to write about. Maybe I'm not dedicated enough, but I think I'd rather be dedicated to getting a job, which I'm trying to be.
So maybe I'll start jotting down ideas. But I won't.
Such is the life of an itinerant blogger. I just wanted to say that word.
So here's what I'll do. When I can't think of a post or don't want to put one up, I'll just post a dumb joke. This is one of my favorites.
What kind of coffee did they serve on the Titanic?
Sanka.
I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that. What's that say about me?
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