A Note to eBay Sellers

This is the second time in as many weeks I have gotten a note like this in packaging of the auction item I had won, and I have noticed these type of notices popping up recently:



Thus, my simple note to ALL eBay sellers who send this type of crap-tastic note either via e-mail or a nice hard copy...you send me a note like this, you AUTOMATICALLY are downgraded to the best you can get is 4 stars when I rate your ass.

1. I don't give a shit about eBay's rating system and how your little ego may be hurt. Awww.

2. How 'bout sending your crap your selling out faster, and not notoriously padding your auction winnings with extravagant shipping costs to the winner?

You want all 5 stars? Then perform the service like it, and don't lecture me on your rating. You will not win a place in my heart.

Go cry in your bowl of Captain Crunch...

I'm just sayin'...

If this were serious...could you imagine how attached one's ass would get to the porcelain god? This would be a smelly, painful, long day. I'm just sayin'...

As Seen This AM

First, we can't use proper grammar or spell correctly. Second, and perhaps worst of all, we can no longer wipe thy own ass.

The people @ Pizza Hut are morons

A great pizza chain that has built itself up and become one of the top chains (if not the top chain) in the country is about to commit suicide.

They are going to re-brand their name and call themselves "The Hut." How stupid is that?

Apparently, the whiz kids @ Pizza Hut want to change the name because it goes with the texting generation or whatever.

Texting? That's your reason? Wow! That reason is stupefying.

A Belated "L Word" finale rant

Okay, the rant isn't belated. I just watched the series finale of the "L Word".

Consistently within my blog writings I have noted how writing makes a tv series fantastic. I have waxed on and off at how "The Wire" was the best drama series ever made for tv because of the impeccable writing.

Well, I never watched "The Soprano's" saga, but I have seen many a series finales: "Mad About You," "Cheers," "Seinfeld," "NYPD Blue," "Six Feet Under," "The Wire," etc, etc, etc.

And one revolving theme throughout most of these finales: They usually suck big potatoes (Dan Quayle take notice, THAT'S when you ad the 'e'). For some reason, writers have issues killing their babies in a humane way.

They have this sick compulsion to drag their shows through the worst mud you can possibly imagine.

In humanity, people need closure. For some reason, most series finales fail miserably at this simple task. "Six Feet Under" may have been the best finale ever. They had closure. This doesn't mean the main characters all have to die to get this closure.

However, you can't leave essential plot lines you so painfully setup and developed to hang in the wind.

The "L Word" finale did exactly that. Not only did the writers totally fuck the finale, they fucked the entire last season. Brutal.

My snarky, personal reply to Palin...

...as an admitted pervert, I think it's time this word not be taken so nastily. Moreover, I take personal offense at Palin putting Letterman in pervert status. He made a silly joke, and a silly joke should not, I repeat, should not get your ass elevated to the status of being a pervert.

As a pervert of sorts, I demand a much higher standard for entry into this club: And for Palin to attempt to give Letterman the keys to this club is bogus.

Finally, pervert should seriously stop being a dirty word; Much like the word liberal.

I realize I live in a puritanical state where seeing a man's penis on ANY film is ghastly and shocking to the virgin eyes of citizens...but, I seriously wish we could grow the fuck up.

My Mother - My Goodness

OY!

My mother not only got re-married in a swift-shotgun-like wedding 3 days before that "Christmas" holiday thing, not only was a missing mother during my massive stay in the hospital, not only has lost her sense of self and personal identify and struggles to even recognize the true meaning of words like "I" and "me"...she has apparently become - a money-grubbing old woman.

This just keeps getting better and better as the months since this farce began.

I am angry at this latest item to be dropped into my lexicon, but I am also just sad...sad from looking at the sad sack of shit she is becoming before my very eyes.

The Obama Burger eatery

Okay, so it's not really the Obama eatery, but after they tried Five Guys...I felt the need to go. And my sister being in town, gave me a great excuse to try it.

Being a bloke who doesn't eat red meat very often, and hamburgers are VERY rarely consume, my palate may not be the best judge in this area. However, a good cheeseburger with some fixings was had.

Best part was sitting out on the stoop because there were no open tables, and the lovely spilled ketchup that was soon to follow; Causing a lovely ketchup slime art installation. This lovely artistic piece will be available for viewing by the public until...it rains!

I am being haunted...

After I awoke and was actually aware of my surroundings to the point of being coherent (this took a few days, pain killers can be fun it seems) I ended up staying awake in the ICU for a whopping 36-40 hours. I forget the actual total because this was 7 weeks ago or so.

However, I became coherent in the early AM (around 9). After my mother and "The Guy" left my ICU room seemingly early, I was awake all night. During the late night hour one freaking ad kept playing and playing: The Hair Cuttery ad here in the Hub.

If you live around the Hub or have traveled to the Hub, or have seen this ad with this attractive woman doing a little dance while this song plays on the ad...it's catchy.

But, now that I am out of the hospital, whenever I see this ad on the tv, the freaking song sticks in my head. Worse, it pops up in my head just out of the freaking blue.

I liked the ad as I was in the ICU and the lady in the ad was fantastic to look at, and the songs was catchy. But, wow...how I didn't know it would follow me for 2 months and counting.

A sad state of affairs in my armpits

I have just noticed something about my body that is different than what I had seen before my massive surgery...I HAVE NO ARMPIT HAIR!!!!!!

I have NO clue as to where it went, why it went, or if it will return. However, considering I am about to mark 2 months since surgery day, I have no hope. My facial hair is growing as usual, so, this may be a bad sign.

I'm going to have to check the surgical notes from the procedure to see if they mention chopping off my armpit hair. As one could see from the pic I posted, the surgery was not really close to my armpit, so this is a big puzzlement to me.

The oddities in my little life...OY!