By Fleeceman, on July 2nd, 2009%
I’m not normally one to complain about other people’s loud music. I like my music loud too, and some tunes are simply meant to be played at ear-splitting volumes: Ozzy, Jane’s, Metallica, … Chris Isaac.
I do, however, hold a certain angry, intense contempt in my heart for static: and on that note, a stereo went off the . . . → Read More: Taser Laser
By Fleeceman, on April 22nd, 2009%
Separated at birth?
Tony Blair had entered the building.
For a week prior to the event, I kept thinking I’d be doing security for Tony Bennett, but no: the two are entirely different entities. The former was a diplomat with international connections, those connections continuing into his private life despite his having buddied up . . . → Read More: The French fry Thief
By Fleeceman, on November 9th, 2008%
I think this might be Julia Stiles. She can be frigid any time she wants.
Sheltered rich kids have such a dazed look about them: as if the real world is a little too bright for their delicate sensibilities.
They get their first job and they show up wearing slacks that are a tad too . . . → Read More: Rich Kids with Tight Pants
By Fleeceman, on October 25th, 2008%
The intelligence level of truck-ball owners is roughly equivalent to the ability of the collected carbonation in a can of Budweiser to do math.
I was working today, conversing with my coworker about many things that most likely changed the world in some corner of the universe.
One subject that continuously comes up when working with . . . → Read More: Stupider than Most
By Fleeceman, on September 24th, 2008%
The limited braintrust of Hollywood.
I was meandering around The New York Times online this morning, and after getting disgruntled over the $700 billion buyout of the idiots on Wall Street, I ended up looking at an interactive graph of movie revenue from 1986 to 2008, adjusted for inflation.
The layout is what the vagina of a . . . → Read More: Movies in Time