Quote of the Day

"See? They didn't die in vain; they died for deliciousness!"
-Kirsten, on the fate of the miniature shrimp garnishing her Red Lobster salad.

I Find That Hard to Believe

Did you know that nobody has bothered to register http://www.drunkcoedswatchingdonkeysfornicate.com?

Quick! I need seventy dollars to remedy this!

Just for the Hell of It

Babies Everywhere!

Dammit!

So, Kirsten and I rented Say Anything through Netflix this week, and we're watching it tonight. More accurately, she's watching it and I'm checking in here and there.

Here's my problem: it's funny.

Not Ice Pirates funny, but that kind of girly goof humor that pops up in shows like Gilmore Girls. You know, intelligent ratatat dialogue and the occasional prat fall. That sort of thing.

And so, this humor is a problem for me precisely because I connect it with shows like Gilmore Girls. The thing is, I can't help but laugh at the parts that do have a modicum of amusement built in, and that takes away from my manliness. Sort of the same way that announcing to the world that I don't like Home Depot, football, or breasts would be.

For the record, I like all three (well, four) of those things. So don't start.

But I feel like I have to defend my manhood against all comers merely because I find this sort of stuff funny. I mean, I'm admittedly putting this stuff on the internets for the world to see, which of course opens me up to ridicule, but still...I think I should set the record straight. You know - in case anyone sees me chuckling at Lauren Graham and Alexis Bledel's witty repartee when I think nobody's looking.

EDIT: Programming note: there are actually 37 results that Google pulls up containing "Ice Pirates," "Gilmore Girls," and "Say Anything." There are, however, none on Google blogsearch.

Holy Shit! It's Breakdancing White Guy!

http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/1692991/

I can't believe I went to college with three (count 'em, THREE) reality show cast members/contestants. But without a doubt, breakdancing white guy is the best.

Especially since he just about broke his nose.

Downfall of Western Civilization

http://www.myspace.com/its_boomer_time

Overheard in my House

Marvin Gaye: Come on baby, let's not beat around the bush...
Kirsten: Heeheehee..."bush"....

This is Why We Have Sports

So I'm trolling around the internet, looking for a Wales soccer jersey or jacket (you know, those thin spring-weather jackets with a country name on the back? Technically called a "track jacket" by those in the know, though why I haven't got a clue). See, thing is, I'm part Welsh, and since I enjoy looking through my family lineage, I figured I should buy some sort of clothing or logotype that really displays my family heritage. Why I don't have a kilt yet is a topic for another day. Actually, no, I'll tell you today: a good kilt will set me back 300 dollars. Soccer jerseys are like 25 bucks. So there you go.

Anyway, I wound up at Amazon.com. At this point it's worth noting that this particular country/region/nation/group of self-hating peat farmers hasn't got a track jacket or jersey for sale that doesn't include a picture of Tom Jones on it somewhere.

And then I found this:
Link for jockstrap-related reasons. Warning: Do not click unless you like seeing mannequin junk.

I think perhaps the World Cup merchandise craze has gotten out of hand. Thongs I can handle (because there's nothing sexier than a girl in Costa Rica panties, I always say). But a Holland jockstrap? What's next, a Trinidad bidet?

Random Movie Quote of the Day

"I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party. "