:: Finally, an Update: Random Thoughs ::
It's been a while hasn't it? There's been stuff going on here but for whatever reason, I just haven't felt like writing. But anyway, here's some random thoughts interspersed with stuff that's actually been going on here:
Football season is starting soon. And it just felt like it was just last month that I was talking shit about Terrell Owens.
The Girlfriend was out of town the last week visiting her family in Michigan. While I did miss her, I did enjoy the uh, what's the word? Ah yes. "Quiet." I enjoyed the quiet.
As a turtle owner, this story caught my attention. I have to ask: HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?!?!?! It's a TWO FOOT wide TURTLE. Was the owner a cripple?! How does a turtle that runs slower than Andy Richter after a ham buffet even get out of the block?! Seriously? And how does anyone not report seeing a random turtle ambling down the street? Is this a common occurrence in South Carolina? Someone tell me, please. Sorry about the rant, I'm just weird about turtles.
Now that it's been used about 3,264,937 times over the weekend, I never want to see the phrase "Boston Massacre" ever again.
For a guy who didn't even know what Marsala was until I started working at my current restaurant I make - according The Girlfriend - a pretty damn good Veal Marsala.
I read a story that women are able to determine a man's character within a second of meeting him. The report doesn't say anything about whether the women are actually correct.
The Girlfriend and I saw "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" before she took off. It was the stupidest movie I've seen in a while (and that's saying something). But it's the funniest stupid movie I've seen. Not quite as good as "Old School" or "Anchorman" but just funny as "Wedding Crashers" but with a better ending. Let me put it this way; The Girlfriend really liked it and she absolutely hates Will Ferrell.
As good as Will Ferrell was, the cast made the movie: John C. Reilly as Cale Naughton Jr., Leslie Bibb as Ricky's disturbingly hot wife, Gary Cole as the absentee dad, Michael Clarke Duncan, Andy Richter and Sacha Baron Cohen as he gay French driver. (With a name like that, you wonder if he's gay in real life. Come on, "Sacha?" And as stupid as it was, those with discerning minds can tell that it takes a certain amount of intelligence and talent to write stupid that funny. Just thought I'd point that out.
Jon Benet Ramsey's "real killer" was found? Didn't see that one coming. (Always thought it was the mom.) I heard forensic specialists wanted to reexamine her body for more tests except, apparently, her mother had the body exhumed. You know, to change her outfit. (Yes, I'm going to hell.)
According to this article, rap music is blamed for teen pregnancy. I always thought it was Catholicism but I've been wrong before.
Milwaukee is, apparently, the hardest-drinking city in America. It's just too bad that the only beer they have is so crappy (Pabst Blue Ribbon, Olde English 800). Or maybe they're too drunk to care. We may never know.
I'm used to dating women who get complimented by other women for their hair. The Girlfriend isn't quite used to dating a man who gets complimented by other women for his hair. Just so you know, I'm not exactly sure how to react, either. (Full disclosure: It is kinda flattering.)
:: Miscellaneous Ramblings by Dan-E at 11:49 PM [+] ::
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