There’s no such thing as either a trustworthy Government, or a trustworthy Business. But at least it’s in the immediate, unavoidable interests of the Business to live up to its obligations; Government never has to close up shop when they overspend their budgets or fail to provide services as obligated.
I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that the personal trainers at my 24 Hour Fitness branch have an ongoing contest to see which of them can get their client(s) to do the most idiotic “exercise” possible.
When you’ve got a plate full of steak and sweet potatoes, the broccoli gets neglected.
You know you’re overexposed on the Internet when you do a Google Image Search for a term like “punch mma” and there’s a picture of you on page 3 of the results:
Why are the people who advocate the supremacy of the “white” race almost always the the worst examples of it?
Of course, that’s just a vapid witticism; it’s the reasons are fairly obvious. But still, it irks the crap out of me.
One of the best things about working from home, aside from the 50′ morning commute, is the ability to watch shitty daytime television while you’re working from your couch.
Like, for example, an episode of Magnum, p.i. where Thomas Magnum and his killer fuckin’ moustache are in London, and he’s somehow developed psychic powers.
Hell yeah.
I usually sit here and have Napster running in the background, playing random tracks while I write crap. It’s got this cool quick playlist thing that lets you add all songs from an album with a single click and is pretty useful as a digital jukebox.
Anyway, I load it up and notice one of the featured artists is Ice Cube, who I guess has a new album out or something. I click that, it adds it to my playlist.
After a few seconds I’m not really into it and notice the swanky icons for Presidential playlists with Obama and McCain, songs from their campaign and personal favorites. Obviously I click the McCain one and go back to posting. It ran through some very middle-of-the road crap including the Beach Boys, Sinatra, and Neil Diamond. Whatever, I’m ok with them.
After about an hour it’s run through and I decide to click on the Obama list, thinking I added it onto my queue.
Some U2 song with pseudointellectual lyrics that make no fucking sense, but could easily be spun against Obama (“The more you see, the less you know…). In fact I think I heard Limbaugh clowning on that a few weeks ago.
The song was over, and this came up:
And for a split second before I realized what was going on, Obama had earned my vote for being the coolest motherfucker on the planet. I guess I’d clicked on the U2 song by itself instead of the whole list though, because the rest of Obama’s list was just as boring as McCain’s.
Damn. Now if Obama really had the nuts to put Ice Cube on his soundtrack, I might vote for his gun grabbing ass.
Yarr…
300 mg of caffeine, a chest workout, and listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack will do crazy things to a man.
