Friday, February 13, 2009

Ramble About Shit Fridays: Star Date... Uh...

-I like Futurama! The movies so far have been meh. A few decent moments and a lot of dumb shit. Definitely not up to the quality of the series. I still want to see this because, well, it's Futurama, and I'm a slow learner, apparently.

http://www.originalalamo.com/Show.aspx?id=6170

It's Futurama, and it's early! And I could watch it with a bunch of other Futurama dorks!

Mentioning Futurama reminds me of one of my favorite XKCDs:

http://xkcd.com/233/

Seriously, that episode's one of the saddest things ever.

-Yesterday was a three steak day. I didn't plan it, but sometimes everything falls into place and you get lucky. Not only was it a three steak day, but two of the three meals included bacon.

-A great post by Joe Posnanski: http://joeposnanski.com/JoeBlog/2009/02/13/extenze-and-top-chef/

I love the line: I believe I have found an ingredient that could alter and stretch the atomic structure of the schlongula molecule.

If you want it to make sense, read the post. Or just revel in the phrase 'Alter and stretch the atomic structure of the schlongula molecule.' I am.

-Work can eat a bag of dicks. I was told by one of my bosses (I don't have eight different bosses, but I've got about six and a half) that the head of my department had noticed that my pants were too wrinkled. Actually, the woman who told me this said 'wrinkledy' but that's about the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard and it pains me to even type it in the retelling of this story. She couldn't even come out and say 'iron your fucking pants.' Instead I got some rambling bullshit about professionalism. 'Don't you want to be professional?' No. Fuck you and your pieces of flair.

The woman who told me was fumbling and awkward and, I think, embarassed about it. It shouldn't be a big deal; my pants were definitely wrinkled - the fuck do you expect, I picked them up from a wad of clothes on my floor. But I was furious. Me and authority have issues. Deep-seated, fist-clenching, white-knuckled, multiple-adjectives-with-hyphens-serious, RAGE related issues.

I was momentarily very excited when I saw that someone from London arrived here on my Shark Jesus post. Then I saw that they got here by searching for 'cigar shark', not 'shark jesus.' This I find less exciting. Here's an artist's rendition of Shark Jesus, though:

I tried to give him a cigar, but every cigar I drew looked like a lumpy dick with stink lines.

D

1 comments:

Lane said...

Isn't that what a cigar is?