Monday, July 31, 2006

Hardcore Shortcake


While driving around today, I noticed the flair on the car in front of me. They had an interesting combination of a sticker for the Independent skateboard company and a Strawberry Shortcake license plate holder. Wow – that’s quite the unique image you’re trying to portray there, Mr. Random Driver. “Yo, I’m hardcore into the Shortcake.”

They have no reason to have any other hobbies or interests, because I’m sure skateboarding and their Strawberry Shortcake collection keeps them very busy. “I was sessioning this handrail after lunch with some friends, and after I got tired I went back home to hang out with the S.Cake if you know what I mean.”

Mmmm….strawberries.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Elbow

My elbow hurts. Apparently I have tennis elbow. I pointed out to my elbow that I don’t play tennis, but it didn’t seem to care about this logic and continues to hurt. The diagnosis wasn’t made by a doctor, physiotherapist, or anyone else that knows medical stuff, but rather by someone I was talking to today. Still, it’s the best diagnosis I’ve heard so far, largely because it’s the only diagnosis that I’ve heard so far.

On a different note, here’s something that doesn’t hurt.
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Well, I guess it would hurt those two guys if they existed.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Nice Shades, Dick

Here is a nice little link talking about the joys of coworkers and their mistaken assumption that you give a damn.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Feeling Buzzed

Yahoo.com. You’ve probably heard of them, what with them being one of the most popular websites around.

I’ve always considered Yahoo to be a fairly useful website and one of the sites I visit most often. Probably because it’s my homepage. It’s been a source of email, news, and even searching (until I was finally able to remember how to spell Google consistently). It obviously has plenty of other features, but I ignore most of them. One feature that is getting harder and harder to ignore is the ‘Buzz Log’. The Buzz Long is getting harder to ignore not because it is immensely useful (it definitely isn’t) but because of how bizarre (buzz-arre?) the combinations of terms frequently are.

For those that don’t know (and don’t worry – you aren’t missing much), the Buzz Log showcases four of the supposedly hottest recent search terms. The search terms are often related by a common theme (World Cup, movies, music, holidays, some recent event, etc). But I find that the Buzz Log is most interesting when the 4 terms have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

As you can see from this example, this Buzzlog is supposedly about North Korea and their recent missile launching activity. But three of the four search terms have nothing to do with North Korea or missiles, and when put together form an interesting picture. What do North Korea, gay marriage, the Tongan royal family, & oil prices have in common? Apparently an oil-covered gay marriage between some North Koreans & Tongans. Yuck indeed.

As weird as some of the Yahoo news items frequently are, the Buzz Log has it beaten hands down on the weirdness scale. Check it out every so often if you want Yahoo to create a disturbing image in your mind. Just don’t blame me if you find the image of an Afghan Refugee Justin Timberlake World Cup Reach-around too much for you to handle.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Spam Sandwich

I am under no illusion that I’m the only person to receive spam, nor am I under the illusion that I’m the only person who hates it. On one hand spam isn’t even worth getting mad about – it goes without saying that it is an annoying & pointless downside to the technology of today. Plus, it’s definitely better than voice-spam (telemarketers).

On the other hand, I continue to be disappointed with the lack of effort that spammers are putting into their work. Granted if you are creative & ambitious, you probably would have a better job than being a spammer. (Of course, you just know somewhere there’s a guy describing himself as being a ‘spam artist’, but that’s a semi-different subject. I will likely cover the subject of various jackasses soon enough.). If the goal of spammers is to convince you & I to open questionable emails about suspect products and click on mysterious links, then dude put some effort into it.

As I was writing this, I checked out the spam in one of my email accounts. Here’s a brief summary of the contents:
- Three emails with neither a sender name or a subject line. Good work dumbasses – you’ve failed to get my attention even more than the average spam email. How does it feel to even be bad at spamming?
- Seven emails with nonsensical subject lines, including offers for some ‘qisuy’, ‘qewipe’, ‘wayad’, and best of all two emails about a ‘new pupyg’. Considering how many spam titles are misspelled, what I want to know is whether this is supposed to really be ‘puppy’, and if so who buys pets over the internet?
- Approximately seven sexual spam emails. It’s hard to say whether all of them are indeed sexually-related or not, and I didn’t really want to find out. One of the emails that I did glance over included the following closing: ‘All things are possible with god, Count your blessings’. I guess that until bibles start carrying advertising for penis enhancement surgery, they’ll have to rely on getting their message out to the Religious Right via spam.
- 13 emails offering me some sort of product. Four offers for luggage/wallets/handbags, three for a free Gillette Fusion razor, and two for bigger underwear. Seriously – the subject line simply read ‘Get Bigger Underwear’. Somehow, it doesn’t sound quite as appealing as getting a free iPod.
- It seems that imaginary vouchers are the current ‘hot’ item in the wonderful world of spam. I’ve been getting more & more spam pretending that I have some sort of bullshit voucher at some company I never buy stuff from. United Airlines – check. K-mart – check. Home Depot – check. Six Flags – check. On the plus side, there is always a chance that the United Airlines plane ticket will take me to Six Flags. On the way home, maybe we can use our K-Mart & Home Depot vouchers to buy some Qewipe & a new pupyg as well. Or maybe some bigger underwear instead.
- Only two financial-related emails. I wonder what kind of loan you can get from a company that can’t spell ‘Home’, ‘Loan’ (is a Lloan like a Llama?), or ‘Credit’ in the subject line of an email?
- Eight emails about other random crap that didn’t quite fit into any of the above categories, including two featuring the timeless classic of a subject line of ‘Re: reply’.
- The winner of the Best Sender Name category goes to the email from a ‘Satan Rollman’. He was the one trying to sell me some Qisuy. Apparently the devil is in the (lack of attention to spelling) details. Runner up goes to ‘Coach Handbags’, the name attached to four different spams advertising wallets & handbags. Has there ever been a less confidence-inspiring name for a coach than ‘Handbags’? Was he the replacement coach after Coach PansyAss was fired?

Oh and on a separate note: this is a message to the dog barking non-stop outside my house –stop it. No one cares. Go smell some dog ass or piss on some hydrants or something. Just do anything other than continue to bark.


Link to Please ignore the fact that I can’t spell Nigeria…or Royalty - part I of this subject.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

New Mental Diseases Just For You

Have you been considering adding a new mental illness to your repertoire but unhappy with all the current options? Here are a few new ones to consider.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Two Articles

Sunday, July 02, 2006

“oh THAT’S WHERE I LEFT MY BACKPACK!”

“oh THAT’S WHERE I LEFT MY BACKPACK!”

With that statement from a stranger, suddenly my sandwich is no longer the focus of my attention.

I’m sitting on the Subway patio having some lunch. A friend, who had joined me for a brief chat after noticing me while she was walking past, had just left. She seemed fairly un-crazy, which is good progress for her. She used to go out with another friend of mine, and as was a mandatory policy back then, anyone going out with him either had to be crazy during the relationship and/or after they broke up. She went with the ‘after they broke up’ option, but apparently they’ve been broken up long enough for her to be permitted to return back to the land of only-slightly-crazy.

Anyway, she had just gotten up from the table a moment earlier to continue on with her errands (or wandering around aimlessly, or something – I should probably pay attention when other people talk), leaving me at the table with my sandwich. Despite the nice weather, there was only one other person sitting outside. Things were largely uneventful until the other guy made his Tourette’s-style declaration about the possible location of his apparently missing backpack. I guess it wasn’t just a sudden realization - it was the kind of realization that needed to be announced.

Now, I should probably admit that my subscription to Etiquette Monthly has expired, and while I’ve been meaning to renew it, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. As a result, I was a little unsure of the proper social conduct when the only other person with earshot makes such a bizarre statement. Should I ignore them? Should I engage them in conversation? Should I argue with them that in fact that is NOT where they left their backpack and that they’re wrong?

Although part of me was inclined to ignore the strange ramblings of strangers (typically a good policy that has served me well over the years), a different part of me started talking to him to figure out what he was talking about. It turns out that he had a somewhat drunken evening the night before celebrating Canada Day. By ‘somewhat’ I mean he was found by a taxi driver passed out on a gravel road in Squamish, a town 40 minutes away from where we were currently eating. I am unsure of whether he remembers going to Squamish or he just somehow ended up there. If I really cared, I could consult the black box data recordings to find out, but as I was done eating, hanging around to review the drunken antics of a stranger were no longer my top priority.

Speaking of drunken antics, check out www.iambrew.com/ibrokemydamnphone to see if Mike has figured out yet how he broke his cell phone while drinking last night.

Happy Day After Canada Day

Happy Day After Canada Day. I'm not sure if the day has an official title (the way that Boxing Day or Easter Monday do), but regardless it can always go by its other name of July 2nd until we think of something.

Surprisingly, I've got very little to say today - maybe the heat is sapping my strength and energy. I’m sure something will upset me enough to cause a full-length rant soon, so don’t worry. (RubA535 commercial with the glasses-wearing geeky-looking white guy at a Buddhist temple – I’m looking in your direction so you better watch out).

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