Comic for Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

Posted: 6:50 am, Tuesday, May 23rd

Pretty busy at the office today, and got home late because the team (thankfully) whupped up on Lifetime last night and there were beers to be quaffed in celebration. Unfortunately, this means I missed the Drink at Work night, which upsets me greatly, but hopefully they will have another, not on June 5th, since these things seem to be on Mondays and that's our last Monday game in the softball league. Lifetime was about as good as you'd expect Lifetime to be, so we won by mercy rule. Whoo-ha.

This story about Bollywood films being set in tech support call centers started off weird and got tremendously... well, I guess sad isn't really the term. Disturbing? Upsetting? I think upsetting. It started off weird and got tremendously upsetting. The funny part is that Bollywood flicks set their romantic comedies in tech support call centers, and the upsetting part is that they refer to their jobs as "crutches to help white morons run their lives." We haven't been spreading much good will these past fifty years of global dominance, that's for certain.

Interesting question over on the NDNation boards about what your personal record is in attendance of Irish games. I came out with a shockingly good 17-6, considering that I went to school for three of the Davie years. I will say no more for fear of jinxing the team. I tried calculating my record for Sox games a while back, but, unfortunately, I started off with a terrible record - I think the Sox lost the first five games I ever saw them play. Add to that the fact that I can't really look up the Sox results as easily as I can the Irish ones to jog my memory on games I can't quite recall, and this becomes Mission: Impossible (pre-Cruise). I do know that 2.0 will be seeing her first game at Fenway this Saturday (looks like Schill's turn in the rotation) and is already jumping out of her skin at it. She's 1-0 in Sox games, having just finally seen them last June when they krunked the Phils 12-8. Anyway.

Oh, speaking of baseball, you know what I would do if I caught a Bonds home run ball of some significance? And I actually would do this, because I value baseball history and think the Hall of Fame is a priceless treasure, even if it is run by neocon fuckwits right now. If I caught 714, 715, 755, or, God forbid, 756, I wouldn't eBay it. No, I would take a wood-burner and brand an asterisk into each side of the ball, and give it to the Hall of Fame.

Man, Vin Scully is fun to listen to.

Oh, I need a MySpace disaster. Um, we'll go with this toolbag from Pittsburgh, largely because he has that awful James Blunt song going on despite his gangsta pose. But to make it up to my Pittsburgh readership, here's an awesome video that Deadspin had over the weekend of two Penguins ripping the hell out of a Northstar. (off-color sound)

bullfrog

your MySpace disaster thinks "scene" is spelled "seen" --as per his comment on his pal "Hairball's" page. Um yeah, and like myself, Hairball would like to meet Rob Dinero.

OWch.

I wuz tryin to get some stank on my hang-low, but she went and hit me upside the head with a smoothie.

What was that from, Cops?

Zero

Must've been - one of 2.0's friends told us about it a few months back. I think she tried claiming it as a story from a friend of hers' experience, but if other people know it, Cops sounds like a likely source.

From Urban Dictionary:

smoothie

(n) a device used to remove the wrinkles out of clothes by way of heat

see also : iron

I was tryin to get some stank on my hang-low, when my lady hit me with a smoothie.

That video was unbelievable! It made my fucking day, you tit-fucker!

I thought you'd like that.

bullfrog, do you realize that since you've started your myspace nightmare of the day, I have grown to HATE myspace? I don't really know whether to thank you or not...

I'm just glad to know someone's actually clicking those links. I kill more braincells wading through the bowels of MySpace in a single day than I did in four years of collitch.

For instance, "braincells" is not a word. I knew that three weeks ago.

The Sox blogs have been tearing A-Rod apart for hitting with an accelerated bat head the past few days, a phrase stemming from this article that I finally just read. Um, wow.

My elementary school cafeteria (all elementary school cafeterias) had the absolute most disgusting-looking food object I've ever seen - the spinach. In sixth grade, my buddies and I locked on the spinach for whenever we needed a cheap joke/descriptor of craptitude. "You look like the cafeteria spinach," "he fell into a vat of cafeteria spinach and was eaten alive," stupid stuff like that. Our teacher made it to about January before he finally just burst out with a plea in the middle of class, "Enough about the cafeteria spinach, please! It's too easy! Think of something else!"

A-Rod is the new cafeteria spinach.

http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/articles /2006/05/22/thought_processor/?page=full