To be honest I don't even remember having this. It's like a time capsule into my apparent dementia.

- Pete.

Who you gonna call?

Oh yeah, on Monday I washed my awesome expensive cell phone.

It's a total loss, it still has all the pretty buttons but will most likely never turn on again. It makes for a great paper weight.

No, I really wasn't smart enough to get the insurance.

I have my old school samsung phone again, same number. Plus it has the ghostbusters theme for my ringtone.

Did anybody realize that summer's 3 holidays pretty much use all the same decorations? Memorial day just turns right into the fourth of July and then people use the red white and blue decorations for Labor Day. Hey if you were really uninspired you could use them for a "very patriotic Halloween."

Corn chips may have a shelf life of 175 years if the bag isn't opened but be warned once that seal is broken those things won't last you 35 minutes.

I'm looking at you still pretty new bag of fritos! I want my two dollars back.

Back in Blog

So how long has it been this time? A month? Well maybe it was more like 26 days.


Well I don't know if I have any stories this week. It's not like I've gotten incredibly drunk and fallen off any playgrounds lately. I don't feel all that compelled to write lately, I blame it on spring, allergies, construction, and the fact that all my favorite TV shows are back on the air.

Is anybody bothered by Wendy's square hamburgers? I mean I know as a former Wendy's burger flipper that the burgers are square because at Wendy's, they don't cut corners. But does meat normally come in squares? Square cows? I just don't know if I can trust anybody that hands me food in exchange for money anymore.

Granted their burgers are the best fast food burgers around, because they were never frozen and weren't cooked a mere six hours before you ordered your sandwich.

Wow when did I start sounding like a commercial. People, don't listen to me, eat what you want. In fact don't eat hamburgers at all, I hear it's bad for the environment. Don't ask me how it just is.

PS. This post is for Justine, who begs me every day to write about the time that Tina's dog wandered into the store and made me jump a foot in the air out of suprise.

Namedropped.

Enjoy the Silence

So what was that 7, 11, 162 days since my last post?

Okay well I was right the first time with 7.

Seven is a great number, and a great movie. I mean not only is it a kick ass movie with a "head in a box!" but they spell it as Se7en.

Don't complain to me that I spoiled the ending of the movie. Yes there is a head in the box, don't act shocked after all the movie has been out for 13 years.

Now this post was never intended to be about Se7en, and it's awesomeness. I mean "head in a box!"

Okay I'm rambling.

I used the fabulous internet to buy myself a new car adapter for my ipod. And the verdict is, this charger is a piece of crap. It charges my ipod just fine, it transmits the music from my ipod just fine. However there's a really high pitched tone that plays over the music non-stop. As long as it's plugged in and the radio is on the station the high pitched squeel drones on.

I'm sure they use the same kind of high pitched awfulness to torture terrorists. I can't even enjoy music anymore. I hate this, give me a good ipod car adapter or give me death.

I mean Se7en. It's a number in a word! Genius!

It's Like Surround Sound, Except Awful

The car adapter for my ipod doesn't work anymore. Well it works, it just comes through in cruddy one channel sound. It's only ideal if you enjoy what sounds like somebody playing rythm guitar under water. Since I'm addicted to playing music while I drive, I'm really mourning this loss.

I feel like those idiots in that commercial. You know that one. It's for the Hyundai or Kia or some other Korean car and the people forget where to put gas into their car. Well that actually happened to me today. Nothing makes me feel more like an idiot like circling the gas station trying to figure how the hell to get gas in my car.

I'm actually going to miss President Bush, I so enjoy blaming things on him. Today I blamed the fact that I spent 3.45 a gallon on him. I mean I love blaming everything on this man. I'm out of orange juice? Blame President Bush. The batteries in my remote died? Blame President Bush. Can't find a parking spot? Blame Bush. Then I retaliate by saying, "If Gore won, remotes wouldn't even need batteries anymore."

The Pringles I bought today tasted nasty, however... what the hell was I doing buying Pringles?

I promised myself I'd write in here today. What's it been like two months? I casually look down at my previous post and yeah it's basically been two months. I really don't own any apologies if nobody really reads this right?

Well I should drink my soda before the ice cubes melt. Maybe later I'll rant about the people that call soda "pop" I mean that's hellishly ridiculous.