Monthly Archive for November, 2005

Aspiring Country Music Star

I have no idea who this guy is, but he’s pretty damned funny.

Taking A Profit

Damn, I wish I had an Xbox 360 today. Not because I really want to fire up some new games (which I wouldn’t mind) but because a $400 system is going for about $1500 on eBay. Ah, supply and demand, it’s a beautiful thing.

And Now, Deep Thoughts, By Madonna

From a recent interview:

“At the end of the day when I’m standing at the golden gates, I’m sure God doesn’t give a shit how many records I’ve sold or how many number one hits I’ve had,” Madonna said in an interview with Britain’s Observer. “All He gives a shit about is how I behaved, how I treated people. So understanding that, and still doing my best making records, is the conclusion I’ve come to. I think about that more now than I used to.”

I guess I can skip church this week.

You Can’t Smoke In Here

Many places these days have enacted smoking bans. Which means you can’t smoke while indoors. If you want to light up, you have to step outside. Which is all well and good, unless you’re on an airliner in mid-flight.

Oddly enough, the perp in question was drunk and French, but not necessarily in that order.

If Einstein Were A Meterologist

On the way back to my hotel this evening, I was listening to the weather report on the radio. The forecast was as follows:

“Tonight we’ll have temperatures in the early 20’s.”

Guess I’d better dust off my spats…

Scary Stuff

Someone over at Double Agent is pretty damned good with a Photoshop brush. They have a gallery of what stars will look like in the future, and it ain’t pretty. Here’s a sample:

Gwen Stefani

Nicole Kidman

Paris Hilton

And last but not least…

Jessica Simpson

Man, that last one is just giving me the creeps.

Move Over Dodger Dogs

There’s a new sheriff in town. Snoop Doggs.

The rapper’s new venture is foot-long hot dogs ? he’s signed a contract with Platinum One Media. Snoop is launching the line of wieners with help from business partners, Franco Petrucci and Jeff Earp.

Can I get an “Ewwwwww!”? Especially after this quote: “Imagine a long, skinny hot dog just like Snoop.” That’s gotta be a blow to his ego, I can’t believe he agreed to that wording.

This finally gives credence to the misunderstood lyrics of “Purple Haze” by Jimmy Hendrix, who some people understand to say, “‘Scuse me, while I puke and and die.”

Another Place To Find Me

The fine people at have seen fit to integrate my little corner of the web into their site, and I am most honored. You can see my content here. Of course, once you’re there, you’ll want to view the rest of the site. I mean, how many bloggers get to share web space with the likes of Charlie Daniels?

To steal a phrase, “Just Damn!”

Harlan’s Legacy

While sitting here in my hotel room, sipping a glass of single malt and puffing on a fine Cuban Honduran cigar, I was browsing a few news sites and came across this tidbit of interest.
Apparently, KFC, who now appear to have gotten over the stigma of the “fried” adjective and are actually calling themselves Kentucky Fried Chicken again, have decided to film a few commercials that they hope will never have to air.

Amid rising fears of an avian flu pandemic, Kentucky Fried Chicken is preparing a consumer education plan to reassure customers that it’s safe to eat chicken, AdAge reports. The company recently revealed their contingency plan to a small group of analysts and investors. The program includes TV advertising to educate consumers that eating cooked chicken is perfectly safe.

Now I’m no scientist, but with all the recent discussion of an avian flu pandemic jumping from birds to humans after some form of transmogrification, it does seem that we may indeed be in for some trouble with this particular form of influenza. It seems KFC wants to educate the public that once cooked at high temperatures, the virus will be eliminated, and the chicken will be safe for consumption. A more likely scenario in my mind is that if a pandemic does break out, heading down to the local KFC for a family dinner will likely be the last thing on people’s minds. More likely, they will be barricaded in their homes in an attempt to quarantine themselves from the general virus-bearing public.

Of course, I could be wrong. One item conspicuously missing from the article? The chemical which makes you crave the chicken fortnightly.

Wal-Mart Is Evil

At least that’s what the liberals all seem to be saying. So you shouldn’t come within at least 500 feet of one of their stores.

Unless, of course, you can cash in with a book signing or something.