Friday, March 21, 2008

This Blog is looking sorry

I just haven't had much to say I guess or would just put it on myspace or something. So I'll leave you with this.

Thursday, October 18, 2007


I don't smoke pot (just not my drug) but damn if the propaganda against it isn't irritating. Take the commercial above for example where this chick’s dog starts talking to her and telling her that he doesn’t like it when she gets high.

“Hey Lindsey, I wish you didn’t smoke weed.”

“Really? Well I wish you didn’t freak me the fuck out by talking to me with no warning. You know how to talk? How about a heads up first, fucker? How long have you been able to talk? You could talk all this time, and the first words out of your mouth are criticism? How about ‘hey, I’m your dog, and I can talk!’ Wouldn’t that be a better way to start? Right away with the complaints?”

What’s the message here? Don’t smoke weed or your dog will be disappointed in you?
The same dog that I have to yell at every day to keep him from eating shit out of the cat’s litter box? Is that really a deterrent?
I mean, it’s your fucking dog. Even little kids get to yell at the dog. The dog is the bottom of the food chain when it comes to pull around the house. Who give a fuck what he thinks.

Meanwhile, the craziest thing about the video is that after the dog is done talking, the chick just stands there and thinks about what the dog said.
She doesn’t scream, or call her brother over so he can see, or even ask the dog any questions. She just drops her head in shame over her weed smoking.
Whatever that chick is smoking, it ain’t weed, and keep it the fuck away from me.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Poor Rusty and the Cutest neurological disorder ever.


When I saw this in my psych class a few years back, the first thing that came to mind was "Somebody needs to edit in a gunshot."

You've see the original, now see the music video

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Evil Dead: The Ultimate Experience In Grueling Aspect Ratios

I'm a film nut and a horror buff so it's really no surprise that I take the presentaion of even the lowest budgeted movies seriously. That's why I'm royally confused on what the proper presentation of Sam Raimi's the Evil Dead is. Just look at all the diffrences in transfers that have hit the home video market.

Elite DVD (same as LD, and new Japan LD-1995 transfer)

Anchor Bay disc(1999 transfer). It's almost the same transfer as the Elite disc.

Old Japan LD (1985)

Book of the Dead Edition (2002)

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Fainting Goats


An oldie(in terms of internet exposure) but still a goodie.

I've heard people bring up this breed when they try to justify creationism saying these goats prove Darwin is wrong. How could fainting goats survive natural selection?

The answer is easy: we selectivly bred this abnormality just like most livestock.

As strange as this may sound, these little goats have actually served an historical purpose. Shepherds often would keep the goats in with their flocks as insurance in case of predator attacks. The theory went something like this- as wolves would come down from the hills to attack a flock of sheep, the goats would become startled and, as per the name of their breed, they would faint. The sheep would make a clean getaway, as the wolves would focus on the stunned goats rather than pursue the fleeing sheep. Not that wonderful if you were one of the goats, sure, but dandy if you happened to be a sheep.

The breed's recorded history (or at least as much of it as I can find) reaches back to the 1880's, when a migrant worker named John Tinsley brought four of them to Tennessee. Not much is known about Tinsley, though he is reported to have come from Nova Scotia. The breed soon became popular throughout the region, thanks to three major factors: 1) they were less prone to climbing (and therefore escape), 2) they had a higher degree of muscularity than their non-fainting relatives (and thus would make a better dinner), and 3) high reproductive rates (typically two or more to a litter). "

Wikipidia Article

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Researchers investigating reports of gay men who willingly contract AIDS just for kicks



http://www.cbc.ca/cp/health/060923/x092306.html
Hey, why not? I'm trying to get Herpes.
I've seen if you have it, you get to go hiking, bike ride, meet gorgeous women, go rafting....

and there's already the "pro ana" and "voluntary amputation" communities carrying their respective flags high in the air, so why not this?

It wouldn't surprise me if such people exist and NOT just in the Gay community.

So Why?

I read some time back that some gangs liked to have unprotected sex with multiple partners to prove how fearless they are. Kind of a sex version of Russian Roulette.

After all, we already know about those folks who know they're infected who deliberately have unprotected sex without telling their partners they have the virus. Some do it out of some form of psychotic revenge, some do it because they insist on that natural feel and don't care if they infect someone.

And let's not forget that they get to be a prophet that gets visited by angels


Shrinks are probably working overtime diagnosing and classifying all sorts of new mental illnesses because there's a whole lot of strange people out there.

But hey let's also remember there's all sorts of myths surrounding HIV. Like condoms are perfect, or oral sex has no risk at all, or women can't give it to men, or straight people aren't the fastest growing group of new infections, or that you're 100% guaranteed to get it in one go if you get fucked by someone infected.

Of course besides stuff that I've gotten from articles linked to in this entry most of my evidence is anecdotal and I must remember that the plural of anecdote is not data so take this all with a grain of salt guys.

Rolling Stone Article
BBC Article

Monday, September 18, 2006

It be Talk Like a Pirate Day says I! Yarr Harr!




Harrs
hay trainin film forr thee unninitiated.

Arrrr! ABC JUST had thar season premiere of Wife Swap tonight that focued on a pirate family talk about coincidence. The pirate wench wifey was so fugly and messy that it bend me sword and I needed bleach! Arrrr! Thar goes me only eye. Where me's bird? Polly be my seeing eye parrot.

Also anyone wanting info on this strange holiday(or just wondering what I'm talking about) can visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk_like_a_pirate_day

Now off to thee Bars! Aye Lass ... do ye mind if I fire me cannon through yer porthole ?