Archive for June, 2008



18
Jun

FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK

I’m not above begging at this point people. I’m at my wit’s end.

I’m in iPod pergatory.

I have regaled you over the last year or two about my music collection. We have in excess of 90,000 songs in our house. That is a blessing and a curse.
It’s a blessing because you can have any music you want.

It’s a curse because I can’t afford the $1,800 bucks it would require to have all that music on iPods at my disposal.

What that amount of music requires is diligence. I spent days and DAYS going though the NAS’ content artist by artist, album by album and song by song, eventually populating my iPod with 1383 songs, of which there is not one that makes me push "Next"

Fast forward to last night. I had been talking with a neighbor about our music tastes, and me mentioned in passing a band that, for one album, I LOVED!

Shooting Star

So I went to iTunes, found the songs I wanted, purchased them, downloaded them, moved them to my NAS, synchronized my iPod, and…

Nothing. Jack Shit. Nada.

I even rebuilt my iPod from relative scratch. Same result.

The songs exist in the location where iTunes wants them to be. THey’re checked. They just won’t show up on my motherfucking iPod and I’m pissed.

Same thing for new podcasts. No dice.

I implore you. Help me people. Before I have to once again tell Steve Jobs to shove it up his ass…

15
Jun

Devious Minds

One of the many things kids miss out on today due to video games, the internet and girls that start putting out at age twelve is practical jokes and pranks.

I mention this because my neighbors went out of town this weekend and we were tasked with keeping an eye on Gilbey, the fun but sometimes annoying schnauzer.

When I was getting ready to go to their house Saturday morning, GBD gave me the garage code:

BAMA

Being an Auburn household, I smiled and said "well, it won’t be that for long," and I headed down the street.

Since the keypad opener thingy is 11 years old, finding programming instructions for it took a while. But I did find them. And I changed the code (it was limited to being four characters) to TGRS.

After I told my BIL and his 12-year-old about it, we started brainstorming some other ideas for pranks we could do to the out of towners, or anyone else we knew for that matter. I thought it might be a fun summer if we pulled a few pranks that didn’t result in permanent damage or human waste (i.e. saran wrap over the toilets, etc).

So when the homeowners returned, I handed them the list of things we came up with that we COULD have done, so they don’t feel nearly as bad about the door code (which I didn’t change. I reluctantly gave it to them and said that I’d tell them how to change it in a week). The funny part was, before I went down to see them, GBD was talking to them and laughing when they asked for the code and she left them by saying "I’ll give you a hint…it’s four letters."

I tell you all of that to tell you this. last night, several of the neighbors were over for some beer, rack of lamb and some fellowship, and we started talking about the pranks again. I was also talking about public pools and my disdain for the urine-water ratio, but further that I always made sure I was holding one of my kids when I was peeing in the pool, just in case they finally have a chemical that will actually turn the water purple if it detects urine.

Editor’s note. This part assumes that you had a friend or neighbor with their own pool growing up, and their moms were constantly telling you not to pee in the pool since there was a chemical in the pool that would turn purple if it touched urine . Now back to the story.

That’s when my neighbor Superios started laughing and said "We should just palm one of those liquid food coloring bottles, walk up behind someone that’s in the water, dump it in, and after the water starts turning, start pointing and loudly yelling "Holy crap!! That guy’s peeing in the pool!!"

And my someone, we mean someone we all know and would make fun of forever and a day.

How freaking great an idea is THAT?

And I think the added benefit would be that it would scare the shit out of all the kids that were peeing in the pool at that time.

Anyway, happy pranking everybody. I welcome comments or prank suggestions that we can try out during the summer.

15
Jun

Nine things I hate about cell phones and the people that use them

I recently read that approximately 80ish percent of Americans have cell phones. That’s over 200 million people. That is an absolute shit pot of dumbasses mixed in with your responsible users. In honor of that, here is my list of the top ten nine most annoying things about mobile phones.

9) Those fucktards that use the speakerphone in public, in the office, etc. Seriously people. I don’t want or need to hear you yapping your ass off everywhere. Not every phone is a Nextel, nor should it be treated as such.

8) A corollary to number nine. Those idiots that use the speaker and talk into the bottom of the phone and hold it like it’s one of the tri-corder things from Star Trek. This just in peeps. IT’S A PHONE!!! If you hold it up to your ear and talk into it like a regular phone, it works just fine.

7) The jawbone ear thingies are not jewelry. They are a phone accessory. If you wear one walking around the mall, at the movies, in the grocery store, or anywhere else but while in your office or your vehicle and you’re not talking on it, everyone is laughing at you.

6) The jawbone is stupid. The only thing worse than walking around not talking on one is walking around actually talking on one. I use it in the car, and only if I think about it. Except for the wired headsets where people are holding the talky thing right up a millimeter from their mouth. Or better, the asian guy I saw at the grocery store who had that wire going up and over his left ear, across his upper lip and across to his other ear. I call it the nerdy sanchez.

5) The only ringtones that are NOT gay are songs. and I think it has to be something cool like AC/DC "For those about to rock," and it has to be live. One exception is the sonar pinger thingy I use for mail. That rocks.

4) The fact that every person over ten has one. Remember when cell phones were for emergencies? Remember when we carried pagers and had to find a pay phone? Now, you can see a pack of a dozen pre-teens walking at the mall, and half of them are texting or talking. I mean, when did it become mandatory for a 6th grader to have something that costs $50-$100 a month or more? What is so urgent that Austin and Amber can’t just wait until their done shoplifting pens and smoking in the parking lot behind Bed, Bath and Beyond?

3) People with blackberry devices that text people with blackberry devices. Hey guys. You both work for the same company. USE THE FUCKING EMAIL!! Text messages are fifteen cents a piece and emails are free. You are literally just pissing away money.

2) Non-standard chargers. Why is this such a difficult concept. Every company that makes peripherals for pc’s makes a USB connection. Why on earth don’t the companies that make the phones just switch to USB? I must have forty five chargers with various plugs in the drawer of old phone technology upstairs.

1) A mobile phone isn’t a status symbol. It doesn’t make you cool or important or anything but rude if your use of it is holding me up in any way. Like if you are busy talking about Tony Romo and Jessica Simpson in the express line at Kroger INSTEAD OF FILLING OUT YOUR FUCKING CHECK ALREADY!!!

11
Jun

Celebrity Rehab 2 on VH1

As I’ve told you people many times, I’m a reality TV whore. Not Americas Next Top Model or shit like that, and I no longer watch Hell’s Kitchen either thanks to the cartoon that Gordon Ramsay has become, but I am down with and have been down with the following:

Survivor - the gold standard

The Biggest Loser

Rock of Love

Intervention (no celebrities, but trainwrecks everywhere)

Big Brother

The Amazing Race

Real World

Road Rules (for a while)

Survivorman

Dirty Jobs

Deadliest Catch

Ice Road Truckers

Ax Men

That VH1 show where D-listers like Matthew or Gunnar Nelson, Willie Ames and Dustin Diamon (aka Skreech) go on and try to lose weight while being idiots.

I’ve even held back my vomit long enough to take in parts of that Tilia Tequila dating show, Living Lohan, and others.

You get the point.

I like watching celebrities and pseudo celebrities being douchebags. And one of my favorites was Celebrity Rehab last year.

I loved when Adam Corolla and Dr. Drew had that MTV show called Lovelines where folks called in or stood up and asked seemingly unthinkable questions about sex, love, relationships, and how to talk your chick into trying anal. (Who would have seen where reality tv would go in ten years. This was racey stuff back in the day).

So when Celebrity Rehab was announced, I was giddy.  No, I really didn’t know who people like Seth Binzer or that MMA dood were, but we all knew the whore from American Idol and Mary Carey (the whore that ran for governor of California) and the whore from that Erkl show or whatever she was on before she started smoking a pound of pot a day and doing softcore porn.

And for the most part, the season didn’t disappoint.

So when season two was announced, I thought "YAY!!!!"

A sidenote for my readers here. Is it me or do I start nearly every paragraph with the word so?  How fucking lazy is that (in literary terms I mean).

Anywho, the cast began to leak out via various blogs and I was further excited.

Tawny Kitaen?  The woman that could even look hot and naughty while crazy in a mugshot?  Awesome.

Gary Busey?  the king of reality tv disfunction and insane acronyms.  "Remember kids.  TEAM = Together Everyone Achieves More."

Amber Smith?  I didn’t recognize her, but she’s way hot and was an early wonderbra model.  SCHWING!

Steven Adler?  Former drummer for my second favorite band ever who did so much coke before he was 23 that he had a fucking stroke and STILL didn’t quit?

Nikki McKibbon?  Alright.  I admit I had no idea who this was but then I read she was on American Idol a long time ago.  Then I saw her picture, complete with multi colored dyed hair, immediately making me think of the season 1 Celeb Rehab former American idol bad girl and I said, "Hell yeah!"

Oh, and Rod Stewart’s dumbass son is on there.  I predict he brings zero value to the show, but that’s neither here nor there.

Then, out of nowhere, I see this:

Celebrity?  Really?

That’s right.  It’s Rodney King.

You remember Rodney King, right?  The black guy who was so wrongly beaten by the LAPD after doing crack for days and driving the wrong way down an LA freeway at 90 plus miles per hour in a white Hyundai and the beatings resulted in the LA riots where people showed their frustration with race relations by stealing from their neighbors and beating the fuck out of the unluckiest guy in the world:  a truck driver named Reginald Denny.

Since then, good ol’ Rodney has had several incidents with the local PoPo relating to drugs, theft, drugs, auto operation problems, drugs, lather-rinse-repeat.

Will I enjoy this season?  Christ I hope so.  But I’m a little annoyed at this last part.  If Rodney King’s a celebrity, who’s next?  Tawana Brawley?  The odd fucker that had a sex change to go from female to male so (s)he could grow a full beard, wear a wife beater, and tour the news shows as the world’s first pregnant "man?"

For the record, that’s not the world’s first pregnant man.  That’s just another confused pregnant woman who is pledging their child to a future of playground ass-beatings and ultimately said child will end up killing all of his co-workers at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

06
Jun

FU Money? How about FU MONEY!!

You may or may not have heard, but last week a couple of home-related issues cropped up at Casa de FRT.

After fearing that the water heater was failing based on my three days of Army showers, it turned out just to be a failed thermocouple. I know that sounds kind of like a sprocket modulating introspector, but it’s actually a ten dollar part that costs $90 to install plus the $75 visit / up your ass charge.

Feeling like we’d gotten one over on karma, I pressed our luck and called an electrician to look at our storage fridge in the basement. (That’s fancy for huge beer fridge, in case you didn’t know). Turned out that the dust and crap from construction of our basement had clogged the filter and venting systems on the fridge and fried a circuity part thingy or the compressor.

$300 for the circuity part thingy +$75 up your ass charge vs. $650 for new compressor plus $75 up your ass charge.

I took a shot and sure enough, the circuity part thingy fixed it. We were admonished by the electrician to take a vacuum to the bottom of our fridges twice a year just to be safe. Yeah. Whatever asscrack.

So in a week that looked like we’d pay a grand or more for a new water heater, we actually got the water heater AND the fridge fixed for $550. It’s not the best use of our economic stimulus money, but whatever.

So Saturday, mein papa takes me to the bank where I get to cash in $1,300 in 40 year old Savings Bonds.

WOOT!!! Hey everybody!! Look at me!!! I have fuck you money!!

(That means that there was no way on God’s green earth I was spending this money on bills or groceries or clothes or anything practical. This money was going to be put to use like if a 12 year old found a hundred bucks on the side of the road or in his dad’s nightstand).

First up, the 1991 Club Car golf cart seen here:

My new whip

Then, after re-thinking the Rockband for Wii purchase, I decided that I would be purchasing said game for the XBox 360 after it returns from warranty replacement…again.

Next up, the Nikon 50mm f1:1.8 prime lens, seen here:

And then a few necessary auto repairs and some little crap.

Then yesterday, it was another ice cold shower. Called the plumber, he came out, and either the gas valve needed to be replaced for $400, or we could address the fact that the water heater was leaking / failing and pay $845 for a new one.

So all I have to say is fuck you, Fuck You money.




 

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