... But You Can Forget About Getting to RC1

Ok, so the above headline is a little out there if you don't care much for tech or follow software releases, but trust me, it's funny. I'm funny.


Kotaku, a gaming blog, had an enty on the above t-shirt. Now, I think it's clever in a totally nerdy, pimply, sitting-at-my-computer-playing-MMORPGs kind of way (NPSATCPMMORPG). But as saturation and marketing goes, only the NPSATCPMMORPG kids are going to buy it AND their friend(s) are probably the only people who will laugh at it. But what I find hilarious is the irony that is "... some styles up to 5XL." If you have to order a shirt in a 5XL, let alone have "I BETA TESTED YOUR GIRLFRIEND" screened on it, you're probably not going to be "beta testing" any girl anytime soon. Sorry for the reality check.

Badvertisements: Fighting For Brain Damaged Children with Leprechauns

I get it. Fitzgerald. You're both Irish. You're from Ireland. Ireland = green. That's why your ad's green. Cute. Oh, and that mascot of yours. You know, the leprechaun with the boxing gloves in that fighting stance? Why isn't he holding a beer too? I understand when negligent people harm children, there must be retribution (usually monetary, because that's the only way we'll feel better), but Fitzgerald & Fitzgerald subway ads are just as bad as "ambulance chasers." When your ad contains the phrase "$ Millions of Dollars $" in bold type font, you're asking for any project dweller with a kid with ADHD to call you up, so you can make up some mental disorder and blame it on the paint chips she let her child eat because she thought they were homemade Pringles. And I'm sure the 30% fee doesn't keep you up at night.

Oh and if you couldn't read the preceeding paragraph, ellos hablan español también. [Thanks www.freetranslation.com]

Not All Terrorists Are Human

My family recently got a new dog and I travelled an hour and a half to see him. I don't care what anyone says about adult dogs, but no one can have anything bad to say about puppies. They're so damn cute, it's sickening. So, please give a warm welcome to the new member of my family, [name pending].

Save a Dog; Save a Life

The ravages of Hurricane Katrina have not only made refugees of people, but animals as well. As devastating as it is on humans, we must not forget the dogs and cats that we include as part of our families. If at all possible please make a charitable donation to the Humane Society's Disaster Relief Fund. Your contribution will go directly to the disaster animal relief work.



All these dogs need your help and there are thousands more.

Overheard at OverheardinNewYork

Nonverbal Communication (A NYC Short Story)

I'm in a bus stuck in traffic. I look out the window down at this woman driving alone in her car. She's talking on her cell phone. After watching her continue to talk for 15 seconds or so, I see her suddenly put the cell between her ear and shoulder, release the steering wheel and use both hands to give the "in quotes" gesture. I'm sure this helped alleviate any possible misinterpretation of what she was saying to the person on the other end of the phone.

--Lincoln Tunnel

Why are people so stupid? WHY?!

Gurrrrrl Power... Pee Power

I'm sure all you ladies out there know that the toilet was invented to oppress women. I mean with all the sitting and squatting and hovering, I'm surprised men haven't force women to just lie on their backs and pee on themselves. Well, now you can shout out, "NO MORE!!!" Go Your Way is distributing a product called P-Mate.

This disposable (thank God) device allows you stand with the boys and pee without the embarrassment of "Number 1" soaking through your new capri pants. This teeny peeny lets you write your name in the snow.

Now, if we're gunning for equality here, someone needs to invent some sort of contraption that'll allow us men to go to the bathroom sitting down. A man can dream, can't he?

Oh, On Your Way also sells about 5 other products-- music CDs. Yes, alternative fememine urination devices and CDs go together like PB & J.

Drum Corps is NOT Marching Band

It’s been over two months since I’ve last posted an entry into my blog. I’m such a slacker. That, or nothing interesting is happening in my life or in the world. Either way, it’s really sad. Oh, and just give you a heads-up; it’ll probably be another 2 months until I post my next one, which, of course, will be accompanied by some lame excuse. Hope you’re all looking forward to that.

Last week, Josh and I went to Boston to see the 2005 Drum Corps International World Championships. The Cadets (formerly the Cadets of Bergen County; formerly the Garfield Cadets; formerly the Holy Name Cadets) performed a show entitled The Zone [Dreamscapes with Four Parts… and a Door]. The show mixed Kill Bill, Dancer in the Dark and some crazy original works that, when put together, created an eerie, moody and very contemporary show. This is not your John Phillip Sousa playin’, half-time football marchin’, band fags of America honkin’ shows.



This is a screenshot from their show. Now I know it isn’t much as a still, but that formation on the left ripples in and out and works its way down to the bottom of the field. It’s ridiculous to see in motion.

As you’ve probably have guessed, I’m a huge fan of drum corps, but Josh, not so much. I mean he loves the visual aspect of the sport, but if it were gone from his life I’m not sure he’d care. But he was a true sport coming with me and staying at the stadium until 1 a.m. to see The Cadets perform their finale. (On a side note: the corps I was in, the Crossmen, didn’t make finals this. They placed 14th overall with a score of 84.05. Thought you’d like to know).