A little background of why this is VotD- now I do always laugh at this part whenever I see this episode. On Friday in work, I was briefing through some celebrity rag while taking a quick whiz and there was a picture of Pauly D getting his hair cut and a thing underneath that says he washes his hair every day. So I thought, well of course you do, you only use about a gallon of hair gel a day. Then thinking that made me think of this article, where a "silo of hairgel" was apparently requested to the intern (yes, I know the writer is not a real intern). And then that article made me think of this scene and all I kept hearing is the "Mary!" line the rest of the day and I couldn't stop laughing and I still cannot stop laughing every time I think of it:
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Quote/WTF Of The Day
Charlie Sheen's response to being fired:
Oh, and just for the record, Mr. Sheen....the Big Brain have been winning long before you have.
This is very good news. They continue to be in breach, like so many whales. It is a big day of gladness at the Sober Valley Lodge because now I can take all of the bazillions, never have to look at whatshiscock again and I never have to put on those silly shirts for as long as this warlock exists in the terrestrial dimension.
Oh, and just for the record, Mr. Sheen....the Big Brain have been winning long before you have.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The WTF Of The Day
COLD CASE: Video not enough to solve '08 killing of S.J. man | Courier-Post | courierpostonline.com
Damn. I had a huge, and I mean HUGE, crush on this kid in middle school. I mean to the point where I actually- okay I am very embarrassed to admit to this- had people drive me by his house a couple of time (What? I just wanted to see what his house was like!). He kind of disappeared after middle school and I always wondered what happened to him. And his friend mentioned in the story? Crush on him, too. He was in my eighth grade math class. Sat in front of me. I got the chills when I read this story. How horrible. He sounded like he turned out to be pretty good, considering he was such a rebellious asshole in middle school. I got them even worse when I realized a friend of his in middle school, Ryan, I had a huge crush on him as well in seventh grade and he died a few years ago in like a motorcycle accident or something. What the hell?
Damn. I had a huge, and I mean HUGE, crush on this kid in middle school. I mean to the point where I actually- okay I am very embarrassed to admit to this- had people drive me by his house a couple of time (What? I just wanted to see what his house was like!). He kind of disappeared after middle school and I always wondered what happened to him. And his friend mentioned in the story? Crush on him, too. He was in my eighth grade math class. Sat in front of me. I got the chills when I read this story. How horrible. He sounded like he turned out to be pretty good, considering he was such a rebellious asshole in middle school. I got them even worse when I realized a friend of his in middle school, Ryan, I had a huge crush on him as well in seventh grade and he died a few years ago in like a motorcycle accident or something. What the hell?
Videos Of The Day
I probably would still be searching for the name and singer of this song if it was not for the wonderful iPhone app my sister has:
YouTube - Bruno Mars - The Other Side ft. Cee Lo Green & B.o.B
I like the howling at about the 0:14 mark. And then....THIS:
Puppy and Ice
I just ca....*melts on to floor*
YouTube - Bruno Mars - The Other Side ft. Cee Lo Green & B.o.B
I like the howling at about the 0:14 mark. And then....THIS:
Puppy and Ice
I just ca....*melts on to floor*
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Quote Of The Day
The quote that started it all for me, Charlie Sheen on whether he owes CBS an apology:
No. They owe me a big one. Publicly. While licking my feet.
Random Thoughts
Well, at least I can say I am a little bit of a better mood than I was yesterday. It could very well have to do with a little something called IT’S FRIDAY. I was so excited today was Friday I almost got up at work and did the Friday dance with the Breakfast Club.
I almost died of shock the other day when I was given a records request and not only did it have a subpoena, it had a check as well. I was overfilled with glee until I happened to look at the check. It was for $6. I looked at it a couple times to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. And then this is what I did. I hunted down the chart. Then I counted the number of pages in the chart. Then I looked at the check again. AND THEN….and then I busted up laughing. Six dollars! Bitches, please! I ended up having to type up a letter demanding a check for whatever remained of the bill. But what I really wanted to do was send them the first six pages, then compose a letter of cut out letters (you know- like ransom letters) informing them if they to see the rest of the chart, they have to send a check for whatever the rest of their bill was.
Maybe I would have added a problem trollface at the bottom. Depends on what my mood would be at the time of composing said letter.
I am getting annoyed in work because I have to log under two different Windows names to scan and to do other things. The log-in under the scanner was not given Adobe PDF. And it was not a problem until I realized there are times I need to preview the shit I have scanned. So then I have to close out of our work program under the scanner log-in and log-in under my name and while it does not sound that bad, it is actually an enormous pain the ass. Especially since I have had to do it a lot more than usual (mostly because, thanks to having obsessive compulsive disorder, I have to check and recheck my work repeatedly). And for some reason or another, our worthless IT department will not install it for me. I feel like telling them, look, give me the software, give me temporary administrative privileges and I will install the fucking software myself.
Our IT department is worthless. Every time I call, I get one of two things 1) the answering service or 2) they cannot help me with my problem.
I received a letter from my insurance company last week blabbering on about pre-existing condition crap. I have not gone to the doctor for any real condition. I have not been formally diagnosed with anything so what the hell are they blabbering about? I fucking hate insurance companies. Always with the not wanting to pay shit. And I swear every letter insurance companies compose is deliberately worded in the most difficult possible ways. Every letter I receive from my insurance is like reading fucking Klingon.
I need to call them and find out what is going on and I am waiting for a day I come home from work in an exceptionally hostile mood to deal with them. I think PMS should be rearing its ugly head very shortly so that should be an absolutely fantastic time to deal with them.
See and now they want to start this bullshit which means it might be even harder for me to go get a colonoscopy. I give up trying to get a colonoscopy. I take it I am just not meant to get one. Stupid fucking digestive system. It is has been behaving most of this week, but not today. Oh no. I am right back to being constipated again. And last night I had such a violent case of heartburn and let me tell you- belching up a mixture of KFC and strawberry Jell-o is not very pleasant.
I have a question for you, digestive system:
I almost died of shock the other day when I was given a records request and not only did it have a subpoena, it had a check as well. I was overfilled with glee until I happened to look at the check. It was for $6. I looked at it a couple times to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. And then this is what I did. I hunted down the chart. Then I counted the number of pages in the chart. Then I looked at the check again. AND THEN….and then I busted up laughing. Six dollars! Bitches, please! I ended up having to type up a letter demanding a check for whatever remained of the bill. But what I really wanted to do was send them the first six pages, then compose a letter of cut out letters (you know- like ransom letters) informing them if they to see the rest of the chart, they have to send a check for whatever the rest of their bill was.
Maybe I would have added a problem trollface at the bottom. Depends on what my mood would be at the time of composing said letter.
I am getting annoyed in work because I have to log under two different Windows names to scan and to do other things. The log-in under the scanner was not given Adobe PDF. And it was not a problem until I realized there are times I need to preview the shit I have scanned. So then I have to close out of our work program under the scanner log-in and log-in under my name and while it does not sound that bad, it is actually an enormous pain the ass. Especially since I have had to do it a lot more than usual (mostly because, thanks to having obsessive compulsive disorder, I have to check and recheck my work repeatedly). And for some reason or another, our worthless IT department will not install it for me. I feel like telling them, look, give me the software, give me temporary administrative privileges and I will install the fucking software myself.
Our IT department is worthless. Every time I call, I get one of two things 1) the answering service or 2) they cannot help me with my problem.
I received a letter from my insurance company last week blabbering on about pre-existing condition crap. I have not gone to the doctor for any real condition. I have not been formally diagnosed with anything so what the hell are they blabbering about? I fucking hate insurance companies. Always with the not wanting to pay shit. And I swear every letter insurance companies compose is deliberately worded in the most difficult possible ways. Every letter I receive from my insurance is like reading fucking Klingon.
I need to call them and find out what is going on and I am waiting for a day I come home from work in an exceptionally hostile mood to deal with them. I think PMS should be rearing its ugly head very shortly so that should be an absolutely fantastic time to deal with them.
See and now they want to start this bullshit which means it might be even harder for me to go get a colonoscopy. I give up trying to get a colonoscopy. I take it I am just not meant to get one. Stupid fucking digestive system. It is has been behaving most of this week, but not today. Oh no. I am right back to being constipated again. And last night I had such a violent case of heartburn and let me tell you- belching up a mixture of KFC and strawberry Jell-o is not very pleasant.
I have a question for you, digestive system:
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Random Thoughts
I need to start writing down on a calendar when I get into bad moods and try to find a pattern. There seems to be no relation to my menstrual cycle so I can't blame it on hormones.
I have been in a horrible mood the past few days. I don't want to talk to anyone and whenever I finally do, it generally turns into a fight of some sort. I am exhausted beyond belief. It just took me about 10 minutes to finally get up off the bed. I drink 2 cups of coffee every day in work and that usually gets me through the day, but right now, I am still ready to face plant the keyboard. I am colder than normal and my whole body is burning. This is exactly how I felt right before my last period, but I just got over it, so I doubt it is that. Every little thing is getting on my nerves. Every day I drive home from work, I want to hit the gas pedal and ram into someone because everyone is getting on my nerves. If I could ever just drive home one day and not have some old fart in front of me driving 10 miles under the speed limit, I would die of shock.
I never would floor it, of course, but it is oh so tempting.
People are getting on my nerves everywhere. I am tired of TV being more important than anything in the household. I am tired of no one at home listening to me. I am tired of small talk. I am tired of people asking me stupid questions. I am tired of being interrupted every time I talk. I am tired of hearing about my sister's wedding. I am tired of every single time talking to my mom only to have her look up and say "what" because she was too busy watching TV. Oh, sure, she can't hear anything I say (her words), but if I am in my bedroom cursing someone under my breath and she is in another room, then suddenly she can hear every fucking word I say.
I love my family, but there are so many days I really do not want to come home ever again.
I am tired of getting annoyed with my acquaintence in work because I honestly think she really does like me. But she is so damn annoying! Head against the wall repeatedly annoying. I am tired of hearing her whine everytime our boss gets mad at her for leaving early or whatever. She does leave early a lot! Why does she not see that?! And I am sick of her interrupting me every single time I am in the middle of talking. And I am sick of her butting into all of my conversations. Almost every single time I am in the middle of a conversation with someone, she has to come up and make some kind of immature comment like "hey talking about me" or "hey shouldn't you be working" or something incredibly irritating and yes, I know I am borderline psychotic, but I just want to scream BITCH NO ONE IS FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!
And I have to laugh at this. I've already discussed the cute guy that comes in every so often. She thinks he is cute too. But she has a boyfriend who she just wuvs oh so much. She also is insecure as shit and is always flying off the handle at things she thinks are flirting with her boyfriend. Yet she made a comment one day that if she had known the cute guy was going to be in, she would have worn something different. I just looked at her like, bitch are you for real? She knows I had a bit of a small thing for him and even though I more than likely wouldn't have pursued anything if he was single, I guarantee she would have done something if she was single. She puts me in the mind of someone who would do something like that. Just because she can.
I don't know what the hell my problem is. I am turning into a fucking raving maniac.
I have been in a horrible mood the past few days. I don't want to talk to anyone and whenever I finally do, it generally turns into a fight of some sort. I am exhausted beyond belief. It just took me about 10 minutes to finally get up off the bed. I drink 2 cups of coffee every day in work and that usually gets me through the day, but right now, I am still ready to face plant the keyboard. I am colder than normal and my whole body is burning. This is exactly how I felt right before my last period, but I just got over it, so I doubt it is that. Every little thing is getting on my nerves. Every day I drive home from work, I want to hit the gas pedal and ram into someone because everyone is getting on my nerves. If I could ever just drive home one day and not have some old fart in front of me driving 10 miles under the speed limit, I would die of shock.
I never would floor it, of course, but it is oh so tempting.
People are getting on my nerves everywhere. I am tired of TV being more important than anything in the household. I am tired of no one at home listening to me. I am tired of small talk. I am tired of people asking me stupid questions. I am tired of being interrupted every time I talk. I am tired of hearing about my sister's wedding. I am tired of every single time talking to my mom only to have her look up and say "what" because she was too busy watching TV. Oh, sure, she can't hear anything I say (her words), but if I am in my bedroom cursing someone under my breath and she is in another room, then suddenly she can hear every fucking word I say.
I love my family, but there are so many days I really do not want to come home ever again.
I am tired of getting annoyed with my acquaintence in work because I honestly think she really does like me. But she is so damn annoying! Head against the wall repeatedly annoying. I am tired of hearing her whine everytime our boss gets mad at her for leaving early or whatever. She does leave early a lot! Why does she not see that?! And I am sick of her interrupting me every single time I am in the middle of talking. And I am sick of her butting into all of my conversations. Almost every single time I am in the middle of a conversation with someone, she has to come up and make some kind of immature comment like "hey talking about me" or "hey shouldn't you be working" or something incredibly irritating and yes, I know I am borderline psychotic, but I just want to scream BITCH NO ONE IS FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!
And I have to laugh at this. I've already discussed the cute guy that comes in every so often. She thinks he is cute too. But she has a boyfriend who she just wuvs oh so much. She also is insecure as shit and is always flying off the handle at things she thinks are flirting with her boyfriend. Yet she made a comment one day that if she had known the cute guy was going to be in, she would have worn something different. I just looked at her like, bitch are you for real? She knows I had a bit of a small thing for him and even though I more than likely wouldn't have pursued anything if he was single, I guarantee she would have done something if she was single. She puts me in the mind of someone who would do something like that. Just because she can.
I don't know what the hell my problem is. I am turning into a fucking raving maniac.
Webpage/The Awesome Of The Day
It's about time!
Charlie Sheen (charliesheen) on Twitter
WINNING!
Let's set something straight here- I am not an anally overly politically correct person. But I do tend to take offense a little easier to mental illness criticism. I do not think it is funny if Charlie Sheen does actually have some type of mental illness. But the shit he keeps spewing out is fucking hilarious. I have not laughed this hard at the things a celebrity has said in a very long time. In short? I am not laughing at him. I am laughing at the things he is saying.
Charlie Sheen (charliesheen) on Twitter
WINNING!
Let's set something straight here- I am not an anally overly politically correct person. But I do tend to take offense a little easier to mental illness criticism. I do not think it is funny if Charlie Sheen does actually have some type of mental illness. But the shit he keeps spewing out is fucking hilarious. I have not laughed this hard at the things a celebrity has said in a very long time. In short? I am not laughing at him. I am laughing at the things he is saying.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Quote Of The Day
Because I think of this every time my mom has the new Criminal Minds show on:
Jefferson's Brother: My brother's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill you and he's gonna kill me, he's gonna kill us!
Jeff Spicoli: Hey man, just be glad I had fast reflexes!
Jefferson's Brother: My brother's gonna shit!
Jeff Spicoli: Make up your mind, dude, is he gonna shit or is he gonna kill us?
Jefferson's Brother: First he's gonna shit, then he's gonna kill us!
Picture Of The Day
A picture of Hermes with a brain slug on his head. Why? Because it has only been sitting in my Silly Pictures folder since November 27th and for some reason, I looked at it earlier and couldn't stop laughing.:
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