Everyone contributes in their own way
For instance : when you say something stupid, you are providing comedic material to others I will, in all likelihood, never be the greatest blogger in the world for two main reasons. There are funnier people out there who blog. There are people who do more research, and therefore have more things of value to say, who blog. The guys at Fire Joe Morgan qualify on both counts, and their hilarious takedown of a crappy, poorly edited Time.com article has plenty of examples as to why. But enough... Read Full Story
sit on it and rotate, Exxon
I have solved the energy crisis. First of all, I rode my bike to work today. That’s right — I huffed and puffed and pedaled my skinny little behind 12.8 miles this morning on my sub-$200 bike from Target, and actually managed to get here in one piece, without smelling too horrible or showing up 2 hours late. So I guess Al Gore was right; there are actually people out there who unnecessarily expend natural resources, and one of those people is me. In fact, I’m probably going to do it tomorrow... Read Full Story
Inside Joke
Don’t bother with Pizza Hut, either Share This Read Full Story
I know one of the test subjects
We all laughed at cheesburger pizza, but we still ate it I’ve laughed at some of the videos on the Onion News Network, but this one actually caused me to leave my desk and go laugh in the hallway for a while. I don’t care what kind of a person you are, if you’ve gone to college in the last 10 years, this will absolutely take you back. Domino’s Scientists Test Limits Of What Humans Will Eat The throwaway line about Afghanistan at the end is horribly hilarious, too. Share This... Read Full Story
thanks for the update
Now we can work together, human and machine, to solve our problems There are some things my laptop can probably take care of on it’s own, without getting me involved. This is definitely one of them. “A problem”? Is there something that I, as a human being, can do to help you with this “problem”? Maybe you need relationship advice? Really, why even have an error message if the contents of the message are so worthless? I think it’d be better and less confusing to not display any kind of... Read Full Story
Let’s get another one up here, stat
Something, anything, to push that last one off the top of the page Not a problem; both The Big Lead and Basketbawful did the world a service this morning by providing impressive archives of dunking (or links to said archives), of both the highly successful variety, and the…  less so. I can’t decide which one I enjoyed the most, although Tony Parker’s pathetic high-school-looking missed jam was pretty awesome in it’s suckitude Good times, huh? And no toilet talk. Share This... Read Full Story
The levels I will stoop
The places I will poop When compared to the community at large, I don’t have particularly high standards as to where I poop. I don’t know why this is; I’m really not any less squeamish than most spoiled, middle class suburbanites, but for whatever reason, I am generally less concerned about toilets than other people. I know people who refuse to poop at work; I, on the other hand, eagerly await pooping at work. It’s a nice break, and something to look forward to. One thing I hate, though — and... Read Full Story
&%#$@!
Burn in hell, international Paxil-dealing spam conglomorates The spam is killing me. Not only did it take me forever to find the actual post comment buried in twelve pages of “horny horse-moms now” listings, but I just accidentally marked it as spam (along with my response), which apparently sent it into the wild blue internet ether. Would that be ethernet? (no, that’s totally different - ed.) And another thing — why am I painstakingly going through pages and pages of spam comments... Read Full Story
No one’s going to confuse this for an art project, that’s for sure
Hey, look — another re-design! Look at all that crap in the sidebar! Don't work too hard, guys. Good idea. I should really go to bed. Share This Read Full Story
this was just after I walked up the hill both ways in the snow to school, mind you
In 2000, when I was seventeen or eighteen or some such age, I remember when I heard “Smells Like Teen Spirit” on the “classic rock” station. It was terrifying, because I had never considered the possibility that anything associated with me would ever become associated with old people, because, naturally, I would never become old. For whatever reason, the flood of childhood classics moving into “old person media” never really happened, though. Until recently, I assumed this was simply because... Read Full Story