|Also, dinner wasn't ready... AGAIN.|
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
|Whose a big pwesident? Whose a big pwesident? You are! Yes you are!|
Monday, January 24, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I plan on being judicious with this new power and not using it to the point of absurdity. I also plan to use it chiefly for products I actually endorse and not just random shit. Still, let me know if you find the whole thing obnoxious and I will cease. As I noted before, I am sensitive to the balancing act of my own profitability against your enjoyment, limited and transitional as it may be. Real post after the jump.
Monday, January 17, 2011
|Google's Artist's Rendition of me. I do not own a hat like that, Google. Nice try.|
Friday, January 14, 2011
|Nothing says "good times" like a dog mascot that resembles Cujo.|
|And neither should be confused with "manga" a Japanese form revolving around the relationship between school girls and their pet octopi.|
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
|We're kindred spirits, he and I. I feel your pain, brother. I feel your pain.|
Monday, January 10, 2011
First. I am a Republican. Now, most of the time, when someone gets to know me prior to learning of my party affiliation, they then, upon learning of my allegiance, do one of three things. 1) Laughter. Haha. Surely you jest. No, I'm serious, and stop desecrating Leslie Nielsen by stealing his material. Fucking plagiarist. 2) Confusion. Perhaps it is opposite day. Sometimes, people forget to mark opposite day on their calenders (or else, they mark every day but opposite day.) 3) Anger. As if I have betrayed everything they thought they knew about me. Sometimes, then they accuse me of drinking unicorn blood, to which I scoff. Do you know how expensive that shit is? I generally have to settle for a soy substitute.
|In the case of the meat, the substitute is preferable. Also, don't ever do a Google images search for "unicorn" if you value your sanity.|
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Let me start by stating the obvious. I am not a real journalist. I never went to J-School. I've never written trite copy for some independent rag. I've never toiled away a day, tracking down sources, rooting through public records, trying to get a story. I've never been to Iraq. I've never seen a disaster scene first hand. I'm not that guy. That guy is awesome, he's got some killer fucking boots.
I'm intentionally waiting for events to clarify before commenting. That is more than I can say of the mass media outlets who would have you believe Gabby Giffords is now a horrible zombie.
Later today, same bat channel.
Posted by Jzarzycki at 1:13 PM
Thursday, January 6, 2011
As a social networking tool is is abysmal, inferior both to Facebook and that-service-that-shall-not-be-named-but-rhymes-with-Cry-Place. Those other services convey more information about the member, allow the member greater creative freedom, and support a wider variety of media.
As an information tool, it is redundant. Not only does it present little more information than mere headlines, but it provides so little latitude that even titles need to be abbreviated in some cases. So, any user who wishes to relay information must link to another site. This makes Twitter nothing more than a shell. A link depository. And, again, it provides no unique service. One can just as easily use Facebook or the-service-that-shall-not-be-named-but-rhymes-with-Try-Mace to post links or else the reader can simply subscribe to the millions upon millions of RSS feeds out there to receive headline links directly from the source.