Monday February 19, 2007 29
Quote:
“To the video game industry, I’m going to do the same thing Richard Simmons did for exercise.” - Me (It is meant as funny and not a jab at his possible sexual orientation)
I see your seven and and raise you thirty.
Last week the Wall Street Journal ran an article about people who gave e-mail up for a week. Congrats to Jeff Clark (a friend of mine) and Moby (world famous DJ) for their success. Where were the reporters in 2005 when I gave up Xanga and my iPod for 30 days? Not only that, I did it when my site had reached its highest levels with over 2,500 unique view a month. (And before someone jumps up and says “You did it for Lent.” I didn’t actually do it for Lent, but I happened to give it up at the same time as Lent.)
The point is real men do everything in sets of thirty. Thirty beer. Thirty women. Thirty ninjas. Thirty bullets. Seven is the generic go to prime number; the numeric equivalent of a slut.
Now each media outlet is copying the Wall Street. On the Today Show one of the producers attempted to last a week without a cell phone or e-mail. Where Jeff and Moby succeeded, this man miserably failed. He acted as though the cell phone doubled as his dialysis machine. He broke down, on national television, crying about it. That brings up the number one rule of survival…
1.) The people who whine the most get eaten first.
The all new FFFAAA
According to the O’Colly, in an apparent budget crunch the Federal Aviation Administration has turned duties over to the youth of the Future Farmers of America. When asked how he felt about his new flight responsibilities, champion cow shower Tom Bingham observed that “Planes have wings and go real high.”
Why does a free newspaper say “25 cents” in the corner? For geeks out there, #FFFAAA is a terrible yellow color.
Sexy Politicians
Has anyone read the pornographic version of Lord of the Rings? It features Frodo Tea-Baggins, Samwise Gametes, and Gandolf the Gray Donkey.
I misquoted in the last post. I can’t believe I have to write this, but apparently Howard Dean’s looks are nothing compared to that hunk of man John Edwards is. Here is an actual transcript of a conversation from last weekend (I recently purchased my own stenographer)…
Laura: “It should have been John Edwards. Mary and I have a thing for John Edwards. He is more ravishing than Howard Dean.”
Mom: “Yes, he is.”
Me: “What the hell?”
Is Edwards truly the hulking sexual beast that Dean can never hope to be?
