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7/29/2005
Stem Cell Research to kill millions of babies this year alone
7/28/2005
Finger? Thumb? What's the difference?
7/27/2005
Shuttle Discovery docked after terrorists found onboard.
Discovery launched into a clear Florida sky this week, returning the Shuttle fleet to space and beginning a journey of exploration to the Moon, Mars and beyond. Unfortunately, there were a group of stowaways on board, and not the foppishly-pedophiliac Zachary Smith kind.
“I don’t know how we missed it,” stated long time NASA TI-99-4a programmer Stanley ‘Munchman’ Carthridge. “Signs were everywhere; the entire loading station smelled like chutney, sitar music echoed through the air ducts, and even in photographs. I mean he’s right behind Cap’n What’s-his-face,” Carthridge sighed.
Discovery lifted off at 9:39 a.m. central time today following a flawless countdown. Over the next 11 days, Discovery’s seven person, and multiple terrorist, crew will demonstrate techniques for inspecting and protecting the Shuttle’s thermal protection system and continue assembly of the International Space Station. NASA also expects to get some idea of what an explosive sacrifice for Allah will look like in outer space. "It might be cool to know what an explosion would really look like, so that ILM could reference it for realism," said Star Wars dork (your name here).
Upon entering orbit, Commander Eileen Collins, Pilot Jim Kelly and Mission Specialist Soichi Noguchi found a series of detonators that were attached to key electrical systems. Images from NASA TV shows Ms Collins trying to alleviate the tension by acting like she was going to press one of the detonation buttons. The crew announced they were slightly amused and soon after requested a clearance from ground control to change out of their shit-stained space suits. That order was denied.
This picture released by NASA TV shows a man named Blahstin MahAssin - who NASA wishes to question in connection to the series of detonators placed around the Discovery. This image was just outside the space toilet on the aft deck of the ship where crew members commented that the area 'now smells like a camels ass dipped in skunk piss.' Requests from the crew to flush the excrement into the void of space were promptly denied by ground control.
In a disturbing turn of events, this image from NASA TV, shows Mission Specialist Stephen Robinson's helmet being violently ripped off by one of the terrorists impersonating an official US Dental Assistant. (AP Photo/NASA TV)
In this photo provided by the White House, President Bush helplessly watches the plight of the Space Shuttle Discovery from the Oval Office's Private Dining Room Tuesday, July 26, 2005. "This is turrible news for the space programs," said Prez G-Bush, "but if they blow up that space shuttle, it will show the world just how dangerous terrorism is." The President then had to excuse himself because he couldn't control his laughter.
The crew has made plans to anchor themselves to their seats and open the airlock doors to create a vacuum into space. This effort should suck the remaining terrorists out into space where the will be collected by Discovery’s robot arm and crushed to death shortly before the crew begins an eight-hour sleep period. Pleasant dreams, Astros!
The next STS-114 status report will be issued shortly after crew wakeup, or earlier, if an explosion is imminent.
I come for you...in your nightmares
7/25/2005
Three reasons for why the video game industry is doomed to fail
7/21/2005
BLOGGER DOWN! REPEAT, WE HAVE A BLOGGER DOWN!
With the news of Scotty's death, Euro Bombings Round 2, the over-reaction to GTA San Andreas, China kickin' our dollar out, the Arizona Suns killing 18 people, Brad Pitt surviving that illness, another shuttle delay, and having received 70 emails regarding my Erectile Dysfunction (I mean, how do these companies know?), I've made the decision to hang myself.
Once my wife collects that sweet, sweet insurance money, she'll have me cloned to continue my blogging efforts tomorrow.
7/19/2005
Google AdSense makes Absolutely NoSense
I have removed the Google AdSense bar to the right of my posts as it is the biggest bunch-a-crap, sham of a rip-off.
As I posted earlier, this site's traffic ballooned recently, bringing over 10,000 page impressions to potential Google customers. When I went to check on the AdSense report, I saw that I generated nearly $.13 in revenue! I wasn't expecting to make any substansial earnings with this banner, but it was when I saw the 'Your payments are currently on hold' comment, I wondered why that was.
Oh, it was because Google needs my social security number, address, phone number and whatever other information I would provide for a W2. Interesting. So Google is collecting a boatload of information, making money off of ads on my site, and getting it all for $.13? Whatta gyp! See ya later AdSense.
Hurricane prompts Bush to Wage War on 'Aquas of Evil'
7/18/2005
Presidential responsibilities outsourced to India
7/16/2005
Stop trying to making dicks larger
7/15/2005
Just FARK'n beautiful...
7/14/2005
Office Survival Strategies: The Feigned Miscarriage
Shuttle pilots look to the left. Crap pants.
CAPE CANAVERAL, Fla. - Engineers and NASA managers were working Thursday to sort out what caused a fuel sensor to state that there was a dome of explosive materials just a few yards from the launch site of the shuttle Discovery.
On Wednesday, astronauts had already climbed aboard the shuttle when NASA halted the countdown with just 2 1/2 hours to go, scrubbing the first shuttle flight since the 2003 Columbia tragedy. Pilot Eileen Collins, 48, tapped a fellow shuttle passenger on the shoulder and made a pointing jesture out the window towards a group of NASA scientists taking a smoke break atop a tank full of liquid nitrogen.
Shuttle managers had no idea whether the trouble was in the gauge at the bottom of Discovery's fuel tank, an electronics box inside, a 100,000-barrel capacity Liquid Nitrogen containment field around the shuttle or something else entirely.
"We felt like we had a good system," deputy shuttle program manager Wayne Hale said at a grim-faced news conference Wednesday. "I wanted to see this launch really, really, really bad." The disappointment came just a day after an embarrassing turn for NASA, when a plastic cockpit window cover fell off the shuttle exposing several murdered government officials. "How did those get in there?" asked a nervous Sen. Bill Nelson, D-Fla. The Senator went on to sweat, "we should investigate this a little bit, but the focus of this investigation should be on that window cover that fell off. That's the real murderer...I mean problem."
The space agency is looking closely at the possibility that flawed transistors in an electronic "black box" aboard Discovery might be to blame. Shuttle program manager Bill Parsons stressed that the problem could be anywhere. "This has to be looked at from end to end," he said. "We kind of need to keep our mind open."
The #1 R&B Song for 2005 is:
7/12/2005
Gots ta make this fast, man!
Give me a sec...one sec...ah yes, you were saying?
Line 10: PRINT "I am Lonely."
Line 20: GOTO 10;
Bomb disposal robot XJ290-Series C expresses its loneliness through a series of meaningless beeps and clicks while being ignored by fellow British police officers.
7/11/2005
Prayer replaced by Patriotism
7/06/2005
San Francisco Begins Training for 2004 Season
In a surprise move, the 2-14 San Francisco 49ers have announced they will begin their training for the 2004 football season. Analysts are confounded as this announcement comes in the summer of 2005, a full 5 months after the New England Patriots had already won the 2004 Super Bowl Championship.
Young 49er hopefull, Turdburglar Harrison, breaks free from two tackling dummies where he had been stuck for most of November and December of last year.
"During the Summer of 2004, our boys were working out some personal issues and were in no condition to think about football, much less practice," said head coach Mike Nolan. "Our hope is to get the team back on the gridiron, focusing 110% on the game of football and not on why my wife is leaving me."
7/05/2005
Role models and why kids should fear prompting their wrath:
There is no mystery why a whopping 90% of the football players that grace the annals of the Hall of Fame were from four states; Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. To the residents of these states, football is more than a season. Football is Chi, a burial rite, and in the top three of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs between self-actualization and esteem.
When I was a boy growing up in the southern suburbs of Pittsburgh, through the 70's, one thing was for sure; Fall = Football. In fact, from the late days of August running through most of January, any number divided by 'Football' would also equal 'Football'. Months at school were fraught with discussions of how the Steel Curtain would destroy Earl Campbell before he left the backfield or how Bradshaw would hand the ball off to Rocky for another TD and another Steelers win. Scores for our imaginary games would escalate into the stratosphere with the Steelers winning games 108 to 3. When these game would finally play out on Sunday to a 24 to 17 Steelers win, the conversation was about how the Steelers wanted to keep the game close for the fans.
More comical was the banter between our drunken parents during the game that would be echoed in the school yard the following Monday. Ten year old kids saying stuff like, "I wish Guerella would pull his head outta his ass and kick some field goals," and "That dumb Polack couldn't catch a pass, it's like the ball is made of soap or sumthin'." Good, all-American, 10 year old, playground discourse.
Little known fact: prior to 1880, going to church actually took place five days a week. When football was invented, church attendance dropped to record lows across the United States. Through a long boring story, church officials wound up switching church to one day a week, just prior to football on Sunday, to ensure that parishioners would attend to pray for their team's victory. It's on the internet, so you know it must be true!
I'm all over the board here, let's get back to the business of my subject line, 'Role models and why kids should fear prompting their wrath.'
Football players have come and gone, that's the circle of life. What has happened, and has been happening since the days of Joe Namath, is that superstardom and fame has clouded the once lofty position of the NFL Role Model.
(Hello, I'm the beginning of the end of the NFL Role Model)
Solipsists like The Boz:
The Fridge:
Neon Dieon:
Baby Sapp:
and TO:
become more recognized icons than the symbols of teamwork and leadership attached to say a 'Steel Curtain Defense.' I'm not going down the road of, 'things were better in my day' or 'kids don't understand founding concepts of my generation.' What I'm getting at is that when you have a team, a group, or a collection of individuals that are working towards a common purpose, you can find one individual in that gridiron pitri dish that you can gravitate to. Someone who shares your beliefs, someone who gets the job done, someone who you wish to emulate in your life. For me, it was someone who scared the shit out of me. For those too young to understand, I'd like to introduce you to my personal mentor and nightmare; #58, Mr. Jack Lambert.
For years, Jack Lambert was a symbol whom I would need to answer to if I ever made a mistake. If I thought I could do an end-around on my chores or that I could flea-flicker my way out of homework, Mr. Lambert would be there to put me in my place. I knew that if it came down to it, #58 would eat people if he wanted to; dislocating his jaw and sliding people down through his toothless maw.
Jack Lambert epitomized the 'shit your pants,' scared straight fear that simple parental authority couldn't hope to provide. If your dad came home drunk one night and chased you around the house with his belt, you know he will eventually feel some degree of remorse for his actions. Not Mr. Lambert. He will find you, again and again, then proceed to pull you apart in pieces until the whistle blows. Even then, that is a small consolation as you know play will start up again in 45 seconds. Over and over, he'll find you and he'll beat you. It absolutely will not stop, until you are dead.
I believe Mr. Jack Lambert's lasting, terrifying legacy can be best summed up in his 1990 NFL Hall of Fame induction speech where he said, 'If I could start my life all over again, I would devour you all as Saturn did his son.'
Is that too obscure a reference for ya?
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