Archive for January, 2005

Picking My Battles

Monday, January 31, 2005

All the Jews and all the Christians and all the blacks and all the whites and all the boys and all the girls had a big giant war to decide who was the best. When it was over they were all dead, so it was hard to declare a decisive winner, but I think it [...]

Bored in 60 Seconds

There is an article in the New York Times today about how these cryptography graduate students at Johns Hopkins University have cracked this uncrackable code. Basically, a bunch of car manufacturers have employed a Texas Instruments system that embeds a chip into the key, and the ignition will only start if the system recognizes the [...]

Take Me. Now.

I’ve got some real concerns right now, because I’m down to the final disc of season one of FOX’s hit drama The O.C. This show has been a real emotional bedrock for me over the past month or so, and I’m just not sure what I’m going to do without it. I mentioned this to [...]

Look, You Own The Most Successful Topless Bar In New Jersey

Thursday, January 27, 2005

I kind of wish that when I explain my problems to Clown Coffee, that he wouldn’t just quote the Sopranos to me. Especially since he seems to get mad at me when I tell him it’s not helping.

Stop! Ladies, Pray! A Man!

“It’s like, you’re waiting for a bus, okay, and you’re just waiting and waiting and waiting, long past the point when you should stop. And by now you feel like a real asshole, and it’s cold out, and you know the bus is probably not even coming because some woman threw up strawberries on it [...]

Venti Frappafuckyou

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Someone at work has made a little money jar and put it next to the coffee maker, you know, like they think they’re somebody. What the f? The whole point of that coffee maker is so I can have free coffee. If I wanted to give you money for coffee I’d make you wear a [...]

Spice

Have you ever seen the movie Dune? You probably have because it has Sting in it. Do you remember the part where the guy played by Kyle MacLachlan has to stick his hand in the itchy-burny box and if he can keep it there for a long time he will become an ultimate fighter? That’s [...]

Think of Pizza, Then Multiply It By 100

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

A SLEW of sloppy love letters from hotel hottie Paris Hilton to her ex-beau, Worker #3116, have fallen into the clutches of PAGE SIX. The mushy missives, scrawled in a childish, blocky hand, shed light on the relationship, which ended last July after Paris was photographed with bruises on her face and a fat lip. [...]

Dear Diary, It’s Me, Moby

Either Moby keeps an online diary, and there’s really no other word for it, or else a twelve-year-old has hijacked Moby’s “blog” and turned it into her own personal space for feelings n’ stuff.

Challenges

Last night, as you know, was the finale of Real World Road World SuperFight! in which girls and boys from previous MTV shows compete for novelty-sized checks and novelty-sized travel vouchers. Did the boys win? The boys won. Do the boys always win? According to the boys always win. But there was a redeeming [...]

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