Thursday, January 25, 2007

Sore LOSER


No class, no grace, no charisma, no personality.
Why don't I like this guy? Since his mumbling
nonsensical departure from the Jets I've despised
this guy. He may be a great coach but he's a
miserable human being.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Satan's Wedding Party


Anyone who knows who the guy on the far left is,
please let me know. This was going to be about
Judy Garland's daughter but I came across this
photo and had to post it. I wonder who had the
courage to catch the bouquet?

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Who you callin' a Train Wreck?


This time it was the NFL who called her a train wreck. Maybe if she wore
some underwear she wouldn't drink so much. Or vice versa.
Still cute as hell but HOLY CRAP!

Thanks to Lioux for turning me on to this.I actually still really like her but she needs a 12 step program like yesterday.
Hope she gets some help because she's still really easy on the eyes.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Make them go away


Just because I'm from Jersey doesn't mean I automatically
have to like these idiots OR Springsteen. When did they
become big anyway? I must have been passed out at
some dive in Sayerville.

Conspiracy on MLK Blvd

Somewhere along the way I seem to have been tagged as a joke in my college's student database. "Hey, let's fuck with this kid'd account so nothing ever goes as planned!" someone must have said.

Financial Aid: Yes your loan was processed and approved, the funds have been given to the bursar.
Bursar: We don't have the money.
Me: Where the hell is the $6600 that I'm currently paying back to NJClass Loans then?
Financial Aid: At the Bursar's office.
Bursar: It's at Financial Aid.

Me: Can I register for the spring then?
Registrar: Not until the Bursar removes your billing hold.
Bursar: Not until Financial Aid gives us our money.
Financial Aid: It's all taken care of, I don't know why they won't remove the hold. Talk to them.

There was less red tape in DC, and that's saying something. This place seriously must be conspiring against me. All I want, all I need, is my last few classes, so I can take my damn diploma, which probably is written in crayon by a retarded monkey in a top hat, and get a job that allows me the bliss of sitting in a cubicle and giving 25% of my money to the government in taxes, and the remaining 75% of my income can go to paying off my loans like god intended, leaving me nothing.

I don't like this school, I don't particularly think my major was all that interesting, and I don't think anything I learned in a class is applicable in the actual workplace. Basic HTML classes don't mean anything when it comes time to set up a business network. CSS is nice, but your time is better spent on other components of a commercial site, like making it function, and making it secure. Doing script kiddy shit in Access is a waste when if you're doing anything sizable, you need Oracle anyway. I hate this more than I can describe, and it's just making me angry.

Mage out.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Guilty Pleasure

A few months ago I came across this awesome site. Since finding it, I've become a huge fan and look forward to enjoying my Monday morning coffee while reading others *secrets*. Sometimes they're funny, sometimes sad and sometimes just flat out disturbing.

Not only did I buy this book for a BFF this Christmas, my SIL bought it for me.

And it's awesome.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Harmless but still painful


I had a friend of mine who hated these 2 so much he would get angry just talking
about them. We used to imagine how these idiots would cover "L.A. Woman"
or "Whole Lotta Love" with their smarmy mugging and gesturing to each other.
Then Pat Boone and Richard Cheese stole our idea.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

It's the one with the elephants


I was nursing a hangover and my girlfriend at the time
insisted on watching this horrifying mess. I still hurt.
Worst movie I ever sat through all the way to the end.

Concert Going in Hell


If I wind up in the hot place after I slip this mortal coil,
Satan has this triple bill waiting for me.