Comment about house house hippos means I'll be writing about them.

If you don't know what house hippos are, please watch the follwoing video:

Notice how at the end they clearly state that this was NOT real. Well apparently it isn't enough to just tell people something isn't real in the same damn breath as the deliberately obvious fabrication.

So they started this website: http://www.cca-kids.ca/tvandme/english/hippo/ . Now i was going to rip into the youth of today for being little media brainwashed drone loosers, but frankly making fun of children jsut isn't attractive, and I really don't think this page was for them anyhow.

I'm pretty sure they didn't get calls from Little Johnny Gullable asking where they can find and get rid of these house hippos. Oh no, I'm pretty sure those calls were coming from Daddy and/or Mommy moron. I have obviouly been annoyed this morning by somethign more then the general stupidity of people, but I figured I'd use this as an excuse to vent.

Know what's more annoying then people being gernally fucking moronic and actually thinking small house dwelling hippos are real? When people know their job, are supposed to be teaching others that job correctly, and have senority and expereince doing a job, BUT don't bother doing their job correctly and then get hugely bitchy and defensive when you call them on it because their lack of effort is causing you to get interrupted and have your time wasted. RANT!

Know what makes it easier to take? The fact you'll be one of the bosses sooner then later and will no longer have to deal with that shit because: A) They'll do things corectly when they are supposed to, because they are wary of wasting a bosses time (This is the far prefferrable outcome) or B) they won't, and your time will still get wasted, but only once, because you can fire their asses.

And that's my little power tripping rant for the day.

SD said... Cupcakes. So I say, bring it on, or them on, or.. ummm... whatever.

Cupcakes are a lot like sex. One is a delicious single serving bakery treat covered in icing, and made in paper cups, and the other is an act of stimulating procreation that doesn't have anything to do with cake, or baking or even icing.... most of the time anyway.

Wait, I'm starting over.

Cupcakes are like....Life. Before we're born we're liquid batter, in most cases, vanilla batter. (If you have anything but vanilla batter seek medical attention immediately!) Unfortunately (or fortunately depending how you look at it, I don't want predators after my batter that for damn sure) from what I hear, we aren't nearly as tasty as batter, but on the plus side, that means it isn't often people eat so much of us that they get tummy aches (except in Japan, I hear it happens a lot there. I heard the word for tummy ache is bukkake in Japanese, but I'm not an expert).

Step two, just like cupcakes, is that we get put in an oven and rise into delicious round treats, hence the saying "got a bun in the oven" except we aren't buns, we’re cupcakes, or a baby.

Then, when you get hot enough, and sit long enough people stick forks in you and when you stop leaving residue on them, they take you out of the oven. I think that’s how it works anyways; I got a D- in "health" and "not being mentally retarded".

If you happen to be "taken out of the oven" in a restaurant, they put candles in you and give you away for free. This is what we call "orphans".

Annnnnnnnd I just stepped WAY over the line. Are we done here? I think we are.

If you laughed at that joke and feel you need to redeem your conscience please visit this website to learn more about how you can help make the lives of "those poor restaurant cupcakes" better.

Geoffy's comment addressed: European Federalisation

Geoff, as I didn't specify "use your own Ideas", I shall gladly address the questions you copyrighted directly from various "debate idea" websites. I was going to make fun of you for not coming up with your own shit, but considering the whole reson behind your comment, that would make me a bigger hypocrite then the catholic church!
For the sake of those readers who would rather not hear the drawn out details and complicated arguments behind the conclusions I've arrived at, I've taken the hours of research I've done on the subjects and put together what I feel is the simplest, yet most accurate way to address these complicated matters.

Geoffy Question #1A) (Original Source) : Should the EU further restrict the powers of its member states to set their own tax rates?
Yes!

Geoffy Question #1B) Should proposed harmonization measures be passed by majority voting or remain subject to national vetoes?
Vetoes!

Geoffy Question #2)(Original Source) Provide points for the European Union to become a federal super state, with the consequent loss of national sovereignty for member countries?
No!
Point #1: Fuck super states
Point #1: Fuck em' HARD

Writers Block.. Who wants to help?

I suck at updating this blog, as I can't ever think of things worth writing unless something hilarious or maddening happens to me. I'm ultra laid back and that probably doesn't help, since nothing really winds me up.

I have a theory that you have to be one (or many) of a number of different annoying personality types to keep these damn things updated a lot, because everything would bother you. If you update your blog on a daily basis you might be one or more of the following things (answers include, but are not limited to everything I could think of at this time):
Tightwad
Anal Retentive
Bitch
High strung
Artist/Musician
Traveling
Drunk
Soldiering
Angsty
Emo
Lame
Rebellious
Lovey Dovey
Unstable
Emotional wreck
Divorced
Divorcing
Cheating
Being cheated on
Whore
Waiter/Server
Attention Whore
Etc.

Anyhow, I wouldn't say I'm totally outside that list, but I also can't think of anything to write about, so:

I am calling on everyone that reads this blog to leave a comment with a suggestion on something that I can write about. I don't care if it is a single word, that’s enough to make my mind work. DO IT! I give my solemn vow I shall write about everything anyone leaves a comment about.

Let the Writers Block Crumbling begin.

So a water main broke on the street in front of my house..

Notice How I said "my house is safe, so far" well I spoke to soon, my basement is le flood. It sucks huge.

I better get paid back on the pronto.

Evesdroppings fun times on a Wednesday Night.

Sitting at Don Cherries in Sarnia, enjoying a very very below average meal, which thankfully was accompanied by average wine that was very very cold. In walks one of what I can describe only as a good old boy. Gruff, blue collar, with a face that looked like it was nearing retirement, but probably wasn't.

He sits, and mulls over the paper for a while, until his friends, a couple more good ol' boys, swagger in and plop down hard with some exaggerated, and what I can only imagine were very firm, handshakes and hellos.

They seemed to be settling in for a stereotypical boys night out: A few beers while watching the hockey game that was playing on all the screens. All of them except the one in my little booth. I was watching, here it comes, Everybody loves Raymond, HA! No, that's a lie. I actually I had the Raps on, for a few minutes, until my food came, then I focused on the wine, and the old boys conversation.

They began to rhyme off their drinks, One had a coffee, the other had a milk, and the other one, well he just settled in for a hot cup of tea. Since my first judgement of the book by it's cover proved totally incorrect, I went with the next available option. I sensed a southern drawl from one of them. No drinking? Southern Drawl? Had to be Christ freaks...

That lasted about 4 seconds until they started talking about "boys at work dickin'" which I can only assume meant people being lazy by the gist of the rest of the conversation..... At least I hope that's what they meant. Their waitress gets back and interrupts all their fun talking aboutdickin boys and such, and takes their orders.

They all got 6 oz. new yorkers and fries with gravy.. no surprises there, at least that didn't interfere with my ability to judge them... Except what I just said a total fucking lie and they all got salads with dressing on the side! These were burly muthafuckers here, I donno how long they've been eating salads with f'n dressing on the f'n side, but they need to try something else, cause that's shit wasn't working!

I was just downright confused and flustered by that point, and I'm not blaming the 4 glasses of wine I had either. Damn people and their making me questions my stereotypes,what are they thinking!? Then they started up again, talking about, "Boom Boomin' down to fuckin' London, and fuckin boom boomin down ta Guelph and boom boomin all the way back up through" I'm going out on a limb and thinking that "boom boomin" meant hauling loads, aka driving a transport truck. That is what I HOPE it meant.

All the talk about Dickin' boys and Boom Boomin' and at least 4 glasses of the vino had my mind running a little wild I'll admit, I just wasn't sure what to think. Then the best part happens, the three dudes start totally making out, in the middle of Don Fuckin' Cherries, and no one even pays attention to them. It's like this happens all the time here in Sarnia, as it is so very known to be very liberal and pro gay rights, just like no one in Sarnia listens to country or works in the oil or chemical industries.

Okay, that whole part about the making out was a lie, I left before that happened, but honestly, tea, milk and salads with side dressing, three hyperbole macho men, in Don Cherries sports grill? I don't think it's possible they DIDN'T make out. That was the next logical step in that twilight zone of a scene.