Huzzah! I'm In A Wiki!

Of course it's a wiki based on freedom of speech. Which usually means "Assholes spouting racism"apedia. But hey, it's a wiki. And I take it when I can get it.

Sadly, all the hoopla and excitement is about post I have made regarding the execrable Spaceman, Gary Bell. So I have to thank one of his fans, a Jim Dandy Goodness hater, for mentioning me.

Blaaarrrggghhhh!

Jim Dandy, Talkin' Truth to the Net Rights

I owe Gary Bell a beer. Even the Nut Rights love his stuff.

Jim Dandy is the Gold Standard

I read that post and I can barely remember writing that crap. What is it with the run on sentences? The bad punctuation? I am fucking illiterate and I apologise to you, my dear reader, for putting up with my craptastic emissions. It is a wonder to me that 10-20 people come here to read this blog everyday. Why? Why do you do this to yourself?

Cause me not smart.

Oh well. More Gary Bell it is then.




And now that Herb is gone, we are going to tackle economics. That will piss him off more than any movie.

Who Is This Going To Piss Off?

As we have been told, blogs are a complete waste of time.

In that vein, I have this question; can you buy ruffled or ridged salt and vinegar chips in London? I can't find them anywhere I shop, and this seems impossible to me.

I'd be more banal, but I'm busy watching Burn Notice. So cool.

I'm Not Sayin', I'm Just Sayin'

Boy, talk positively about a movie and suddenly you're guilty of cock-blocking your buddy and turning him into a Michael Coren fan. Such awesome power.

So I guess I can't talk about Burn Notice, a show that combines the best of Magnum P.I., Miami Vice, and Macgyver. Plus, you get Gabrielle Anwar.



And I guess I can't mention Breaking Bad. This might be the best show on television, but I can't recommend you watch it as you might not love it to death and holy freaking woop, that would be a disaster.

I can tell you that a movie about piss, and shit, and losers, was highly thought of on this blog. Do not watch it. Creepy dudes in fur suits are also a favourite, as is monkey on monkey crime.

From here on, if I mention anything, suggest a book, or say that I saw a movie, run the other way. Fast. Like you're being chased by Dobermans. Or bears. Or gorillas with shivs.

But don't fucking whine.

Thanks to Nick and Norah, this is my last post..

Okay you got me. Great joke. I rented Nick and Norah trusting that your thumbs up was sincere. Instead, as this lame excuse for a movie limped toward its pathetic end with "Fluffy" band finally found, I found myself hoping that a "bear" would appear so I wouldn't have to be pissed off. After 90 minutes of suffering through Michael Cera stuttering drivel, and smug earthy music chick dialogue, I realized I had been duped and those glares from my wife, who felt she would have been further ahead doing anything on the "list" than watching this dog, made me realize that in terms of a physical life, it was about to be a "month of sundays".

I can take a joke as good as the next guy, and I accept that blogs are generally a big waste of time but time wasted by one's own choice. Tricking me into watching a Michael Cera movie crosses a serious line because it took precious free time and wasted it unnecessarily. That is 90 minutes of my life I will never get back.

So in the end, you got me. You win. Bravo. But, I am out. Fugesy, Fysie, you can keep playing in this sandbox if you want but I would rather read, if not watch on TV, Michael Coren than put my trust in a blog that would even consider it ethical and cool to trick someone into watching "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist".