Archive for March 2006

10 Things You Never Wanted to Know About Mojo…


Well, it’s been a little while since I’ve participated in a meme, but since Tara was nice enough to go ahead and tag me, I’ll play along.

What the Hell is Wrong With Fox News?


Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with Fox News? Why in the hell would they try and sensationalize this story of a serial killer in Daytona Beach just to scare Spring Breakers? Is it because the debauchery that goes on during Spring Break offends their conservative souls? Or is it because creating dramatic controversy from misleading facts gets ratings? You decide.

Music Nostalgia


I recently came across a CD in a CD Player that I hadn’t used in years. It was an Acer CD-R that was blank except for my trademark “X” that I put on everyone of my CDs with a permanent marker. I actually thought it was probably some dumb mix CD that I must have burned for a friend a long time ago who never picked it up. Imagine my surprise when I listened to it and discovered it was the First CD I Ever Burned from Napster!

Linkapalooza - 3/24/2006


I haven’t posted all week, and it wasn’t because of the thrashing my blog got. It’s just been one hell of a week. So to close out five days of crap, here’s another set of 10 links you could find yourself… but why would you? You can get the damn things here!

Negative Bitch Slap… Bee-yotch!


Well, I mentioned how I submitted Gangstas & Hugs to be reviewed by I Talk 2 Much, and by god, they did just that! I have to tell you I thought I was ready for just about anything, but maybe I was a tit bit wrong about that. Bitter Bitch ended up giving me the coveted Negative Smack™, which means my blog is awful.

Why I suck at talking smack.


I wrote a few days ago about a little exchange my youngest brother and I had, and it involved the time of a UK Basketball game. My chum, JJ, wrote a little comment that made me want to talk a little smack. This cascaded into a little game of MySpace commenting in which I ended up looking like a chump. Here’s the comment that started it all.

The Hills Have Eyes


Disclaimer: While I will not give away any real spoilers in this post, if you are one of those people that hates to know anything about a movie before you see it (like me) and you plan on seeing ‘The Hills Have Eyes‘, then you might want to think twice about reading any farther.
The hills do indeed have eyes. I saw this one on Saturday night, and man, I don’t think this horror-movie fan has ever seen a more disturbing film ever. I liked Saw, Saw II, SE7EN, Hostel and all those other semi-grotesque freaky-deaky flicks, and most of them even made me cringe. But none of them hold a candle to how really terrifying the remake of Wes Craven’s The Hills Have Eyes was.

What does that make you?


Had a little IM exchange with my brother at work today. Nothing really exciting about that, except that it turned out to be pretty funny when I found out he was wrong about something. Let me give you a little set up first. See, the first round of the SEC Basketball Tournament is today, and our struggling University of Kentucky Wildcats play Ole Miss. The point of contention was what time the game started this afternoon. See, I already knew it started at 3:15 EST, because part of the office here at work is going to watch it then and they sent out an email that said so.

MultiPlayer Dysfunction


Or ‘MPD’ for short. What is it you ask? Well, it’s what us people over the age of 25 that play Halo 2 call wanting to break the necks of twelve year olds. I’ve said it before, but I hate how those immature shits act online. Its gotten to the point where I barely play online anymore. It’s basically just a bunch of immature highschoolers acting out their aggressions on XBox Live. I could give two piles of monkey doo how much middle school or high school sucks for you… you need to get a hobby where you take out your pent up frustrations physically.

Gilligan’s Island Theme Remix


Who would have thought that a remix of the theme song from Gilligan’s Island could be so entertaining. Oh, if only I could beat-box like that bad mutha!