Saturday, May 05, 2007

You've just been McCained.

Man, this Google employee should have searched his heart before tackling the war with a POW bonafide hero (the bonafide distinguishes McCain from Kerry).

And, I've heard of World Orgasm Day (the results) and participated with my eyes closed, so I don't know if it counts. And now the Whacky-Wack-off-athon was brought to my attention by Caffo, who reminded me I should always knock before entering his office.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

English, and the way to speech it

I was stumped on the lead/led debate, for the first time in my life. I remember explaining it (correctly) when I was in fourth grade to someone who was having trouble on their spelling tests, but I could not think of it today.

And via the web, found this list of common English errors.

Now if I could only erase the Romanian Error that is plaguing my health.

Now if only the web could tell me how to type "just kidding" in Romanian, I'd be set.

Not that I'd type it, but just for the sake of knowledge.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Speaking of sports -

Two of my favorite collegiate football players are now on the same professional team.

Bradlee Van Pelt is known for his intensity and garnering my support during games in which he played my alma mater. I've been in more brawls about him than he has been in his life. He's 6'2 220, the height I am; the weight I once was.

Amobi Okoye is a genius who entered college at 16 and graduated early with a non-communications, non-business degree in 3.5 years. Oh - and he played collegiate football the whole time and did it well enough to be drafted 10th overall in this most recent 2007 draft. At 19 years of age. He is 6'2'', 302 lbs, the age I used to be, the height I am, the weight I'm destined to be.

I think it's about time I bought me up a Texans cap.

Yee-haw.

They took hatred and made it a sport.

I hate texting. It destroys most of my cinema experiences as of late. I have no idea why some kid would pay 8 bucks to "see" a movie and spend 30 minutes of it texting "Hey wassup? ;-P" only to wait for the reply, "no much dirdee dawg :-0" only to reply "in movie. meet l8r?" to get the reply "no, crrntli mking out with ur mom." to reply "which 1???" to be replied with "da one with them big ol b00b13z!? :*# " to only reply this with "kewl. save me slice of dat axion! ;-)"

All the while we realize the full circle of Matt Damon's complex, but not explicitly revealing character in The Good Shepherd while he hugs his son on what was to be his wedding day.

Well, texting is now a sport, with classic man v. machine races.

Just keep the practicing out of the theaters.

No, no. I'll just keep myself out of the theaters.