Dr. Zoidberg

I'd buy the first side project. Probably download the second.

From Wired.com I saw a picture of a girl holding a sign saying "Soy Emo, y Que? loosely translated to say "I'm Emo. And what?" I laughed.

Celtic Neopaganism - You Will Miss It I'd buy it. Maybe. I probably coulda done a better job with the photoshop, but whatever.

No-one's mentioned the best kind of Pie. Poontang.

There was a commercial down in Ventura for the "Oxnard Auto Center" where the owner was trying to come up with a new jingle, so he'd audition all these "acts." And it was just him in all these ridiculous outfits "singing" stupid raps, country songs, all this shit. I wouldn't have minded it so much if he didn't make everything SO fucking dated. His rap guy looked like something out of the 80's, his rocker was pretty much Kurt Cobain, and his country guy...well, he just looked like a hick, so that's not that bad. At the end, he just said, "AH, Forget it! I'll stick with the classic! Sing it girls!" And then three chubby blondes appeared and sang a horrible little jingle that was, like, "Something something, off the One-Oh-One, Ox-Nard Au-to Cen-teerrrrr" So shitty. Made me want to kick a child in the back of the neck every time.

At my sister's wedding, the photographer told me she "Loves Amy Winehouse and thinks she's the next Billie Holliday." All I could do was smile and nod. Oh, and just so I contribute:

That's how I am with Iggy Pop's Lust for Life. Everything after "Everything Will Be All Right," I don't really see the appeal of. Maybe try their first album. I think it's called Boy. There's, apparently, a song on there about Ian Curtis' suicide, so...who knows. I, for one, don't like U2, but, I'm just trying to help is all. If you don't like that, my cousin recommended War and Rattle and Hum to me when I told her I didn't like them. On another note about U2 (I got this from Wikipedia, so...bear with me): "An oft-repeated anecdote by Tony Wilson is that when U2 visited Factory Records, U2 frontman Bono said when Curtis was alive he was the best frontman in rock and he himself was only number two; Bono pledged to take Curtis' place." Well...

I mean, LOOK AT THEM!! Look at the asshole on the right, for starters! And the two little douchebags in the center! The only one I don't really want to maim is the bearded dude...Probably because he can grow facial hair and doesn't look like a raging asshole in this picture. EDIT: Oh for fuck's sake...

I have really never understood how anyone could like ICP. It's just... what's the PC word for "God awful?" However, I saw one of their JCW things, and they were doing commentary over the wrestling, and I think it was the fat one who said, "By the way, _________ wins this one. How do I know? Because we booked it." I thought that was awesome.

I remember an assembly from Senior Year that doubled as a pep rally. At the end some of the "OMG SCHOOL SPIRIT!~!~!" kids jumped up and said "All right, guys! Let's sing the fight song!" I turned to my buddies and said, "Wait...we have a fight song?" Apparently, I was the only one at the school who didn't know, cos EVERYONE in the place sung it and clapped along. That reminds me: People who have an overwhelming sense of pride in their High School kinda irk me. College, I can understand, cos later on in life, that'll matter somehow. High School, though... "OMG! Don't you LOOOOVE this school!? WHOO! HIGH SCHOOL IS THE BEST!!!~" Yeah, keep cheering. As soon as college starts, you'll gain 20 pounds and no-one will give a shit about how popular you were in some upper-middle class Northern California town. You won't be cheering then, will ya?

I want in.

Cake is the winner for me. I have yet to have a pie that tastes better than a good ol' fashioned Devil's Food Cake. Angel's Food, though...I'm on the fence about it.

I remember way back when I was Iceman, I requested a match against Ash because his gimmick was WAY dumber than mine. And I won, too! My only legit win, I think.

I'm sorry, I still don't follow. You hit your nose and face, so you bought a CT license plate?

...What?

Fuck that, it's all about Deep Red. Best horror movie ever.

So. Yeah. Last nights: I was in San Francisco visiting a friend, and I say, "I'm going down to the main street to get some food." I walk down four massive hills and reach the main street, when I notice everyone is wearing red and is a Blood. I'm wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, so I kinda stand out. As i'm walking, one of the bloods yells "You're gonna die, nigga!" I turn around, and he's apparently talking to me, cos he has his gun pointed at me. He shoots, it misses, and I run past him and his crew and start up the first hill. I make it to the second huge hill before I look back and notice no-ones chasing me, so I run slower up the second hill. I get to the third, and I'm dead tired. I turn around again, and they're now loading up into a car. I try running up the third hill, but it becomes steeper and steeper, so I grab onto the bushes (which are now apparently made of wood) and try to climb up. The car is getting closer, so I hop on the bush and slide down a ways before falling over on the opposite side. I'm lying there, hiding, thinking they'll just drive past, when the car stops a few feet away from me. Maybe twenty guys pile out of this Accord or whatever and come running up to me. They all pull out their guns and shoot me. "Yeah, nigga! Fuck you!" they all yell as they get back in their car and drive away. I open my eyes and look around, then run up the last two hills to my buddies house, where he's wearing all blue. Yeah. There it is.

Dude... You Are A King. Shari's BITCH!~ I remember going there as a kid and shit. That Denny's across from the Rose Garden? Never been.

So... Jeremy May calls Jesse a "jewish bitch", and when he realizes he's gonna get his shit kicked in, "Ohhh, sorry man! I'm drunk! I'm sorry." GOD I want someone to beat the shit out of him! EDIT: Wow...that Cramer/Creudeur fight was short as shit. Damn. EDIT TO THE EDIT: The more and more I watch, Forrest is becoming a raging pimp. "I don't give a fuck if you lay on top of him for 10 minutes, just get it done." Nice.

EA Skate. So, I guess this means I wanna be in it.

Yeah, dude, it's all about how you present yourself. I've gone skating at spots in Compton and never got shit from anybody. We got some weird looks, but that's about it. It's ALLLLLL in how you present yourself. Maybe. I dunno. I'm drunk-ish.

Are there hippies in England to begin with?

I haven't watched it since Jim Carrey won some award and went on stage dressed as a hippy and said, "There's a lot of fine looking pussy in the audience tonight, man." After that, nothing could ever come close. I wanna know why there was no Hitman love. Sure, it's a movie based on a video game, but c'mon! That shit was awesome! The sword fight in the train, Olga Kurilenko's titties...um...Olga Kurilenko's titties... Shit was awesome.

Like I'm Not There Bai Ling's in this movie too, right?

Brie can fuck itself.