Monthly Archives: July 2011


You know I love crazy profanity laced tirades. In this clip from Hell’s Kitchen, this cat is so embarrassed and humiliated by the piss poor performance of his brigade, and chastises them so vehemently, passionately and emphatically that he seems to dislocate his jaw from the effort of shouting FUCK! and its variants in rapid fire fashion. That’s some next level “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry,” Christian Bale shit right there.

If the embedded video doesn’t load, click to watch
Hell’s Kitchen 16 Chefs Compete at Hulu.


As opposed to my neighbor, Jerry

True story: because it’s never to early to start shilling Christmas shit, the 2011 Hallmark Keepsake Dreambook is here in July. For those not in the know, it’s a catalog of all the ornaments and decorations that Hallmark offers. A lot of them are licensed designs of well known characters. My girl picked one up and was thumbing through it when she came across this:

Twilight Hallmark Ornament

A timeless classic that should be hanging on everyone's tree.

“What the fuck does that have to do with Christmas?” I wondered aloud. “I’m pretty sure Native American werewolves don’t celebrate it, and vampires are against holy water, crosses and all that other religious shit. What a stupid license.”

My girl comes back with, “They’re just Twilight characters. They’re not REAL vampires.”

On the horizon

I haven’t been online much the last couple of weeks. I fell behind on some recurring projects I enjoy doing, like my Follow Friday videos, and keeping this blog updated. Was in full swing migrating more of the old entries over, then went into the holiday weekend. I was going to dedicate some free time this week to doing more of that, but the iTunes store had a big sale on games, and because I’m on a shoestring these days, my low budget ass took advantage and picked up a bunch of choice titles for 99¢! As such, the free time I intended to use to work on the blog got pretty much pissed away by a range of quality time wasters. I did get some other stuff done, actual productive stuff. Really, I did.

Read the rest of this entry

%d bloggers like this: