More WTF

A list of stupid, inane, moronic crap that makes me wish I was plankton...

Michael Jackson to make a comeback with the New Kids on the Block. I could make the requisite "Michael Jackson and little boys" joke, but I know you already went there.

Jose Canseco: "Madonna wanted me to impregnate her." I don't know which is worse, the fact that she wanted him to do that or that he willingly admitted this. Wait, Canseco has no shame. Scratch that. This is just F'd up.

Mini-Me Sex Tape. I read it. You have to, too. Sucker.

I was going to list more stuff, but I think I'm thoroughly disgusted now.

Good night.

A Sign of the Times?

Apparently, the First Amendment is not allowed at Republican events.

Though I'm sure the Right to Bear Arms was in full effect.

The skinny: A woman was forced to leave an event in which John McCain, the presumptive Republican nominee for President of the United States, was speaking. Why? She was holding a sign. The sign said simply, "McCain=Bush." Apparently, that is offensive.

Well, it is offensive, but that's not the point I'm trying to make here. Or is it?

Here. Watch the video...

So she was ticketed for trepassing. At a public event. On public property. Because her sign equated McCain with Bush.

Hell, if the Republicans don't want to be compared to Bush...

(Thanks to the Planet for this post.)

Addictions

A friend of mine calls it "Crackbook," and he's right. As much as I hate to admit it, Facebook is addictive.

Try it. Seriously. The next 72 hours of your life will be sucked away as you try to find old classmates and add all the frivolous, yet annoyingly features and applications to your profile.

And you WILL do all of that.

The classmate search thing is interesting, but it brings out your inner cattiness. That hot girl from college that would stop you in your tracks as she walked across campus? Yeah, likely not so much now. She's gotten rather large now.

Just like you, porky. People in glass houses...

And then there's the application called Mob Wars. I'm hooked.

You start out as a petty thief and work your way up to Marlon Brando.

(Again with the fat jokes, you say? Hey, pal, settle down. This is my blog.)

You pull jobs, earn cash, buy guns, get into fights, get experience, get points, pull bigger jobs, earn more cash, buy more and bigger guns, etc., etc., and so on.

It's effin' insane.

There's no graphics, no blood spurting all over the screen. Just words and numbers.

No matter. It's still cool as hell.

Try it. Come on. Take a hit off the pipe. Join Crackbook. You know you want to.

All your friends are doing it...