If you're a fan of Batman, then this article about the next movie might freak you out a bit. The names at the end are cool, but c'mon, Cher? Any thoughts?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Giambi's Mustache
Ok, I will admit that I have absolutely hated Jason Giambi for the past several years for the fact he did steroids, openly admitted it, and continued to play baseball (along with 98% of pro baseball players). It's just something that I felt passionate about: you cheat - you ruin the game - you don't play any more.
However, as time passes the impact lessens and you get to see them for who they are - guys that are simply trying to keep up with the game and perform the best they possibly can. Not that that excuses taking performance enhancing drugs, but they're human and make mistakes and it takes balls to admit your mistake and continue on. I can appreciate that.
Here's a sweet video interview with Jason Giambi discussing his steroids related mustache.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
This Is My Official Announcement
Michael Phelps, I challenge you to a race. I will pit my little league "Sportsmanship Award", my high school "P.E. Award", and my "Best Frozen Pizza" award from last years frozen entree cooking competition against your 8 gold medals from this year. It took me 13 years to collect those 3 awards, what can you say about your 8 golds, you did it in a week. Woop-de doo.
Here is the challenge: you have to swim the breaststroke 200 meters while I run on the pavement next to your lane. First one to the finish wins. No holds barred. I have a feeling I'm going to smash whatever your world record is.
I know you won't accept, because you know I will defeat you with my sheer athleticism, so I hereby crown myself the winner of 8 gold medals from 2008. Take that Mark Spitz.
Where's my interview?
Monday, August 11, 2008
Pain
I don't know if you guys heard, but I had major life-threatening surgery this past Wednesday.
Due to complications in my nymphnloids, emergency surgery (left cranial bypass) was done on my central thyroix in order to correct a limp I've been dealing with since the war. Recovery hasn't been easy, but I'll be fine after 3 months of psychotherapy and a couple weeks of solitude in the Swiss Appalachians. No need to pray for me, the shriners have that covered. The medication they have me on gives me some wicked heartburn, but nothing nearly as bad as this guy: 
Peace.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Gap
Hey hippies, I own clothes from GAP.
Chew on that.
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008
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