If I Had My Own Kingdom

I have decided that if I had my own city, town, kingdom or whatever...that all people who wear their baseball hats sideways would be thrust out of the community. That's right...banished.
It is something which makes me laugh (at, not with) and drives me crazy.

So, next time you see one of these Sideways-hat-wearers, go on up and straighten that hat up. Give it a good twist, and top it off by saying, "Not on my watch!".

*please note..I will not be responsible for any resulting beatdowns, swarmings, muggings, 4-arm shivers, or any other acts of physical harm that may result from your actions. Please note that Sideways-hat-wearers can be highly unpredictable, and have been known to straighten their hats to avoid public scrutiny.

Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down

Rented a couple of flicks on the weekend...with great results. Both were great films:

1. Sideways. Two guys, a starving author and actor-past-his prime, tear it up in the California wine country the week before one of their weddings.

2. Upside of Anger. I didn't think it was possible for Kevin Costner to pull out of tha tailspin he started with Waterworld...but I guess it is.

I'd like to give a big thumbs down to all the people I have seen lately with the Canadian Tire "spinning" wheel covers on their cars, be they Corollas, Crapaliers, or what have you. They are knock-offs of the already cheesy chrome rims made famous by the world's most intelligent bling-bling'in hip hop (hooray!) artists in their videos, and eternalized in Chris Rock's "Never Scared" show..."Come on man.. don't buy drugs.. but some rims! They spinnin nigga they spinnin they spinnin nigga they spinniiiiiin!". These are perhaps the cheesiest things I have ever seen...maybe coming just short of the people who persist in adorning their Oldsmobiles with undercarriage neon. Here is an ad I saw online:

Note the red directional arrows for those of us who can't visualize what a circular spinning motion looks like. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! They go AROUND!". Just what your 1984 Lada needs to bring it back to life. It doesn't help...it makes it worse. The only thing suckers can hope for with these is that the girls outside the Bingo hall are hypnotized by the spinning motion and your Koss 8 track...

We R in Need of a Musical Revolution

OK...apparently this is big news: P Diddy has once again decided to change his name: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050818/ap_en_tv/people_diddy

"We had to move the P. We had to simplify it. Diddy is more personal. We are entering into the age of Diddy. It's a new era," the rap mogul said in a recent interview with "Access Hollywood".

Diddy? People are starving, wars are happening, and Puffy's collective of yes-men and advisors are sitting around the table discussing the necessity of dropping the P in his name?

"We had to simplify it"?! Yeah, because P Diddy is a stumbling block for a lot of people..."What's that guy's name....something...Diddy....G Diddy?". Who cares?

More nonsense: Diddy — whose monikers have included Puff, Puff Daddy and Puffy, says Diddy is "a little bit more personal. I've let down my guard. I'm fully exposed. We are going to have a lot of fun with it. It is the return of hip-hop, rock 'n' roll superstars and they call them Diddy. I'm going to start talking in the third person everything."

And so one can assume there will be a succession of terrible names to follow:

• Puff the Magic Diddy
• Spliff the Magic Fatty
• Spiffy
• Jiffy Pop Daddy
• Diddy Cracked Corn (featuring "I Don't KR")
• Starship "We Built This Diddy" Combs

Perhaps he should spend less time talking to himself in the third person and look for his picture in the dictionary under megalomaniac.

Straight Up Now Tell Me

Somehow...someway....psuedo-celebrity Paul Adbul has saved herself from the clutches of the "Fox" investigation into her "alleged" inappropriate fornication with AI contestant, Corey "Andy Warhol Was Right" Clark.

Here is my depiction of the investigation:

Fox: Did you fondle, touch, diddle, tickle, reach around, go Chuck Norris on, grope, stop short, or perform any sexual act or have any other relationship with Mr. Clark, beyond that of a schoolgirl crush? [cough cough..."say no"]
Abdul: Yes.
Fox: I'm sorry I didn't hear you correctly...could you repeat that? [cough cough..."say no"]
Abdul: No.
Fox: Excellent. So we have an understanding?
Abdul: About what?
Fox: Yes. Exactly.
Abdul: Can I go now...I have to meet Cor...err...Corey Hart for coffee.
Fox: However, until the heat dies down, we feel it would be best if we all had a break from you. And frankly, we feel you are getting a little tubby so we've enrolled you in a Fitness Protection Program in Des Moines, Iowa. Until you return, a garbage bag stuffed with newspapers will spew pre-corded Paula-isms during taping of this season's show.

Lightning Strikes Twice

OK. Flash back about 4 months. I'm on the bus going to work, it's like 6:15 am. Get on the bus. Immediately across from me is this character holding a homemade electronic device with wires sticking out of it. I promptly question myself about the idea of maybe switching buses. Anyway, this guy starts talking at me (not to me) about how this is an ATX Power Supply tester, and goes on and on about this thing and that thing, much to my chagrin. Anyway, my stop arrives, so I close up the copy of Dose that I was trying to read and place it back on the pile of other free dailies as I leave the bus...well... Handsome B. Powersource wouldn't have it, instead saying "Uh...excuse me...but could you please get that off of here...I don't appreciate being called a diseased Englishman!". Apparently DOSE is English slang for an STD...which this guy shouldn't be worried about since I don't think internet porn can give you an STD. Ok, so there are apparently freaks of all kinds on the bus.

Fast forward to tonight. I sit down at Tim Horton's after my class, to have a coffee and read Dose while waiting for my ride. Out of the corner of my ear I hear somebody placing an order for a coffee and 12 peanut butter cookies. Curious to see who has such a jonesin' for PB cookies, I turn and who do I make eye contact with! Yes, you know it, it's Electrode P. Mc.PowerSupply! And wouldn't luck have it...he sits right across from me (complete with bag of electronics and massive electric coooler). Here's the gist of what followed as I peered down at my copy of Dose.

Me: (dont' talk to me..don't talk to me....)
guy: I noticed your bag [100%martial arts]...are you a teacher there?
Me: Student.
guy: I heard that makes you pretty limber.
Me: Yes [rehearsing appropriate throw and follow-up technique for unwanted conversation starters].
guy: [reaching into bag...pulling out magic light stick]. I've got my Christmas tree for next year. See, I have cats and they won't be able to make a mess of this. I got them from an old server. I'll use one for my tree and one for my project.
Me: Great.

[here's where things go really awry...I get sucked into approximately 30 minutes of painful one-sided conversation about electronics...which I can abbreviate in the following summary]

guy: Well, you see I'll just run a 40 watt bulb in the top, then I'll cross-mojonate the cables, run my mosfet into a double bypass into the the 1xn switching system. Of course, I could run everything through dry circuit switching....blah blah blah...and I've got a linux box at home that I haven't touched for months, people are always trying to crack into it, but I've got a 16 character password...numbers, letters, and ASCII characters...try cracking that one!! Hardeeharhar!

me: [hand literally over my mouth to physically avert a total outburst of laughter..releasing some of the tension by laughing or smiling in agreement to whatever the f$%^ he was talking about. My brain was overloaded with electronics lingo, which for some reason he assumed I would understand]. Coaxial cable?! Hahahahaha!

guy: Looks like Dose on the table.
me: Yeah.
guy: They chose an awful name for that paper. You know it means diseased Englishman!?
me: Uh...yeah I have heard that somewhere.

The guy polished off 6 cookies and then reached into his cooler of what I can assume was body parts, and polished off the other six cookies.

Thankfully..I was saved by the arrival of my ride, and whisked away.

moral of the story: cats ruin Christmas trees.

Sphynkter

Alright..I just saw the new Backstreet Boys video on Much...and it is surprisingly hilarious. The premise is this...the "boys" are a bunch of mullet-having 1985 era rockers, cruising in Camaros, scoring chicks, doing donuts, and rocking out onstage with Poison-esque choreographed moves, playing guitar with white gloves on, etc..

The piece de resistance is when the guys fire lasers from their guitars and vapourize the shirt of a well-endowed concert-goer. The flapjacks are then blurred out of course, but hilarious nonetheless.

Check it out. The song is pretty catchy too.

http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/backstreet_boys/videos.jhtml?popThis=popVideo(57068)

Zellers Hash

Whilst my little one and I were at Zellers earlier...I spied a sheet of paper next to the register, which said "Zellers Hash" and had a series of bar codes below it (for different weights I would assume). Apparently sales of regular consumer goods has not been fantastic and they have resorted to not-so-shy tactics of selling contraban at their front lines. That said, other things finally started to make sense...the pan flute version of Bob Marley playing in the background, the glazed look on the eyes of the staff, stacks and stacks of snacks located within arms reach of the "Zellers Hash", and the throngs of guidance counsellors and high school art teachers milling about....

Think about it.

I told you it would happen!

I always said it would happen....now who's laughing?!!!

According to today's news: "U.S. Appears Headed for a Peanut Surplus "
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050809/ap_on_bi_ge/farm_scene_1

"There's always somebody who wants to take a shot at the peanut program," said Chambliss, who challenged the industry to find new uses of peanuts.

To which I ask: Who's going to something about the elephant obesity that is sure to follow?!

Here are my suggestions for new uses of peanuts:

1. Stuffing for pillows.
2. Replacement for the Euro, or currency for small rural towns.
3. Commodity in elephant "Work-for-Food" programs.
4. Low-efficiency fuel. Prototype engine inhales peanuts, spits them out the back in large quantities, thus pushing vehicle forward. Pro: cheap, snackable fuel. Cons: trail of elephants and allergic children left in your wake.

As Seen in Ottawa

White Convertible LeBaron...cruising past DQ, blasting Haywire's smash hit "Standing in Line" circa ~1986. Complete with mullets x 2. I can only wonder if perhaps the car once belonged to Jon Voight.

New Slang to be Aware of: Muffin Tops

We've all seen 'em....now you know what to call them....summer's plentiful bounty of muffin tops.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/gossip/story/330221p-281994c.html