Have you ever read a story and had no real idea of what was going on? I have.

WTF was that Twenty?

Posted by: shank at 08:29 AM | No Comments | Add Comment
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Someone said this word the other day, and it made me want to twist their head off and mount it on a spike as a warning to all other would-be morons.

Beautimous. Even typing it makes me cringe. It's ugly sounding. No matter how you pronounce it (byoot-eh-mus, byoot-eh-miss, etc), it's horrible. Not to mention the fact that it's not even a real word; but that's just an aside because there are some good words out there that might not qualify as real.

There are several other words that could be used in its place, and they're all much better. So one could logically surmise that anyone who chooses it over the others is one of two things, or both: 1) a moron, or 2) obviously being an ass if for no other purpose than they enjoy being an ass.

Both offenses deserve public ridicule, at the least. In fact, if memory serves, there are some counties in Alabama where failure to impose physical punishment for something like this would be a seperate crime in itself.

Posted by: shank at 07:41 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment
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Until we get around to posting something worthwhile, which, to be honest, isn't slated to happen until sometime in early '08; I offer up a blog for your review. A close associate of mine has traded in her cushy job, her Arlington high-rise apartment, and all the associated conveniences of young professional big-city livin' for a ten year old Volvo station wagon and a year on the open road.

She sums it all up pretty well:
"Graduated from college. Worked for a year in DC. Have decided to chuck it all (except health care) for a road trip. Cue the Sound of Music opening montage."

So go, read, leave comments, LIVE VICARIOUSLY!

Posted by: shank at 12:37 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment
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Not a whole lot going on, apparently.

Went to the Carolina football game on Saturday. At least the weather was nice.

Sunday I drove around in the 'Sploder looking for new places to go mudding. Yes, I am all that is man. Well, if all that is man amounts to doing donuts in muddy dump sites until the windows are so covered in dirt that you can't see out of them. Good times. I found this really awesome area that's a material site for one of the local developers. It's easily several acres of open marsh, with no trees or anything - just mud. My shrink says it's important to make time for my inner child. And just who, exactly is my shrink? Why, the advertising geniuses at Miller Brewing, to whose ads I'm exposed for easily an hour a week, considering the football that goes on around my house.

I'm sure you all caught the recent OJ arrest. Lately, it seems that celebrities are acting more and more like crackheads. I mean, we've got Britney who's really gone pretty far down the path to trailer trash. I've got to admit that the only thing that seperates her from anyone who lives in a double-wide is her bankroll. And if things keep heading this way for her, she won't even have that. And Madonna recently called herself an ambassador for Judaism; which is just so far out there I can hardly process the information without disentegrating into bouts of laughter. That's like Whitney Houston claiming to be a poster child for A Drug Free America.

The Wife and I are getting further and further into this home-buying thing. We've talked to builders, checked out a few existing homes on the market, and spoken with a few lenders. The money thing is virtually a non-issue. Our credit is in the stratosphere, so really all I'm going to do is shop interest rates. We know what we can afford, what we want to spend, and what we want in a house; and there's plenty of overlap there. I'm most interested in negotiating upgrades and incentives out of the builders, and playing builders and sellers off of eachother. I truly enjoy negotiation tactics; and a market like this only helps me. The best part is when parties start to tire, they just want to make the sale; that's when you hit 'em. I mean, you can't abuse them or anything; but you can lean on 'em and that's when they really loosen up.

Posted by: shank at 01:43 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment
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Real estate agents: Client advocates to be trusted with securing a good deal for you, or money-grubbing bumblefucks who should be kept on a short leash and fed info on a need-to-know basis?

I have no idea, that's why I'm asking you; the educated commentariat.

Posted by: shank at 12:51 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment
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IÂ’ve watched this about a hundred times.

And the sequel.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at 09:49 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment
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IÂ’m vindicated at last. IÂ’ve written many posts about people microwaving popcorn at work. The stench of burning popcorn permeates the whole floorÂ…in some instances several floors, like mustard gas. I never thought it was dangerous but it infuriated me to the point of wanting to physically beat someone down. Well, that foul stench has been declared lethal.

“… doctors there believe they have the first case of a consumer who developed lung disease from the fumes of microwaving popcorn several times a day for years.”

Any stench that foul is bound to be lethal.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at 09:46 AM | No Comments | Add Comment
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Michigan who?

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