I'm Famous! OR Drink Beer Every Day

I am now a published author (aside from what I publish myself :P)! I stumbled upon a great new blog called Beer Haiku Daily. I think haikus are usually pretty lame, about love and nature and junk like that, but hell, one about beer? That' totally rokken!

They accept submissions, so I figured I'd come up with something brilliant. The author of the blog and I composed haikus that complement each other so beautifully, it brings a tear to the eye. You can witness their majesty here.

Bear also got one published!

im camping on the river, see you monday

In my country, Bush = Pussy OR Politics can suck my dude eggs.

Damn blogtraffic things like blogexplosion and blogclicker bring me heaps of crap, otherwise known as political blogs. I hate every single one of them. I've stated this many times. Here's good reason why I abhor political discussion:

Your Political Profile

Overall: 35% Conservative, 65% Liberal

Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

How Liberal / Conservative Are You?

I fucking hate both sides of the argument. But, to be completely honest, I hate the right more. Here's a few quotes from Steve that go to show you why...

"Why do liberals insist on listening to the "experts" instead of having some sort of faith in something?"

"...millions of completely innocent people have been killed for no reason since 1972 except for being unwanted by their mothers and none of you liberals seem to jump up and down and cry for that. You only have a problem with death when they are a murderer on death row or are an evil terrorist out for American blood."

"Typical liberal. I can almost see the "I am smarter than you" liberal smirk dripping with condescending attitude."

"Show me a reliable non-biased resource with out any prejudice toward either party."
(I'm sure he has one that he gets all his news from)

"And Michael Jackson is truly innocent of any wrong doing as well?"
(Actually, YES. Innocent on all counts.)

Sheesh.

IE is crap

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Get Firefox. IE is garbage. Netscape is ugly. (I've never tried Opera, so I can't knock that one.) I had to resize a bunch of pictures, because IE gets all pissy and decides to put my posts way below my sidebar (thanks for letting me know, folks :P). And the sidebar is where you can find Firefox.

You can import all your favorites over to Firefox easily. You can view multiple web pages in one window, as opposed to opening a new one for every site. With the extensions, you can do a million things like right click a highlighed address to get directions, or right click some annoying banner that your ad blocker missed and make it disappear. Theres waaaaay too many extensions to list; you should just check it out for yourself. Believe me, once you start using Firefox, you'll completely forget about IE (except for Windows Update; you still need to do that through IE).

Just fucking do it.

Happy Flag Day

Hope your Flag Day goes as well as this guy's did...

I'm sure mine will.

If you're as old as I am, you'll remember this. (requires Real player)

YOU pick the Tickles!

That's right! This is it! The big one! The Final Four!

You pick the real Tickles. I promise that the real Tickles is up there. Now is your chance to officially cast your vote for who you believe he is.

Sure, I've lied to you in the past. Do you think I'd do it again?

Choice A:

Choice B:

Choice C:

Choice D:

Which of these is the real Tickles?

A B C D

Free polls from Pollhost.com

Mr. Badwrench pt II

I currently hate the world. Every fucking bit of it. I hate school, I hate AllState, I hate body shops, and I hate school. Allstate isn't doing shit for me, so either I'm stuck with the shit work, or I can get a fucking lawyer. Fun. My birthday is less than a week away, and at this point, I could give a shit. I don't want to get any older anyway.

I started some crap on myspace. I pretty much blog the same shit here. check it out when you're beyond bored. Here it is.

"I'm waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies."
Slayer - Disciple

Mr. Badwrench

Over 2 months ago, a stupid fucking kid sideswiped me. He fucked my car up and made it undriveable. I had to wait forever for his insurance company to accept liability. I took it to a local shop, and asked the guy to inpsect the car, and see how close the insurance company's estimate was. I told him about a few things that were damaged by the accident, and he told me he'd take care of it. I never got anything in writing at all. About 2 weeks go by, and I leave a message wanting to know what's up. A few days later he calls me and tells me that it's done. Kinda odd. I see the thing, and he did a shit job on my bumper. It's real bad. I ask him about it, and he tells me that it's just how aftermarket parts are. I ask him about the other damages I told him about when I dropped it off. He said that he looked at it, but didn't see anything wrong. He charges me the full price of the original estimate. He said that he did everything that was listed there. Next day, my car is still fucked. I don't really want to get into the specific details until everything is over (yeah, I'm fucking paranoid).

I tell him what's going on, and he says there's not much he can do about it. I ask the insurance company what to do, and they tell me that I'm going to have to have a diagnostic performed at my own cost to prove the damage came from the accident. I call around, and pretty much every shop tells me that there's nothing that they can do about it. Apparently, the shop that did the original work was supposed to have done the inspection for that damage while they had my car stripped down. Of course, he didn't even fucking look at it.

I finally managed to find a shop that was willing to even look at my car. The guy I took it took could tell from about 100 feet away something was wrong. I got fairly concerned when he began removing my front fender by hand. Turns out that the guy who worked on it in the first place did little more than slap some paint on it. It has yet to be determined, but a few of the parties involved are of the opinon that a few of the parts I was billed for were simply reused. That's kinda, um, FRAUD. This is going to get interesting