repower my fucking arsehole

i'm all for charity but when the fuckers spam me four or five times a day, they can shove it up their fucking arses!

it's the new illiteracy

it's been a long-standing pet theory that one is not allowed to purchase any vehicle from land rover without first having the salesman insert a micrometre to see if you are a big enough arsehole, but apparently illiteracy is also required. from page 15 of this week's economist (click the image to see it in all its gory detail):

pubic rancid

what passes for rapid transit in the land of the eerf home of the evarb is the most depressingly awful crap imaginable. makes the commute to the unloved corpse even more hateful.

smirking goof in a bubble

this rightwing moron says dubya deserves credit for fixing the disasters of his own making. eh? the examples proffered are not unambiguous successes: the surge? the wall street/gm bailouts?

incredible example of repuglicant doublethink. or is it nonthink? repuglicants think the smirking goof in a bubble will ever have a nixonian rehabilitation in the eyes of history? not a chance ...

a brilliant idea

i like this: dub some like it hot (1959) with the voices of japanese pop singers. that could be almost as good as what's up tiger lily? (1966), if done right.

that's right ...

change you can believe in ...

did you answer my mail?

dunno what's with the shitbrains who spam gmail accounts. i get tons of crap from ‘me’ which means the arsehole rewrote the from: header with the to: value. very clever for a script kiddie. so what's the point of sending something that pretends to be from me? only a total idiot would be fooled—of course, there are plenty of same ...

same shit, different arsehole ... continues

the deluded barry fans are now cheerleading the same constitution busting bullshit the reviled scrub admin created. this is change?

heck of a job, barry ...

dub&darth must be so proud of you! oh wait ... darth is trashing you? heh! wonder why.
sure glad i'm not sullied by voting for this progressive. 'course, haven't the vote.

compelling

there's an advert for the eyefone on the back of this week's economist that's about as compelling as ... well, you name it.

i still haven't got an eyefone & most probably never will. it's cute, but what's the point? & the att/apple advert for it reinforces the notion. i mean, a woot app? a fractal app was fun to be involved with, but woot? how about a browser bookmark?

pointless

not that it's unusual for the wankers who hold the exalted high ground at the gruesome lady, but this is a particularly pointless waste of time ...

same shit - different arsehole, part two ...

if this doesn't depress you, nothing will. change, eh?

illiterate tobacco addicts

why is it that tobacco addicts appear to suffer from extreme illiteracy? even when faced with the obvious, these morons light up & inflict their foul fucking habit on everyone. the tram driver had to chastise this morning's retard. there appears to be a need for a no moron left behind effort ...

your morning psychopath

there's a peculiar breed of psychopath that occasionally intrudes on life. this morning, being a thirteenth friday, i got one. waiting for the tram to depart the mountain view station, ipod blaring porcupine tree in an attempt to remain disassociated, a critter bounded into the coach & started talking at me. i pulled out an earphone & said, “eh?”

“oh, you're a frenchman!?” says the psychopath, thrusting his hand at me.

“no”

then he starts asking me if this is the shortest path to san jose. eh? what sorta stupid psychopathic question is that? i put my earphone back in, but the psychopath was not to be discouraged that easily. he talked some more at me so i had to remove my earphone again. he was asking if the 54 bus would be faster. wtf is a 54 bus? i said, “dunno” & put my earphone back in.

the psychopath bounded out of the tram & spoke to the tram driver. then he came back & sat down in the seat across from me & started talking at me again. irritated (more), i pulled out the earphone & said, “eh?”

“i didn't mean any disrespect!” huffed the psychopath & bounded down the coach to bother someone else. disrespect, eh? you gotta wonder what gutter this critter crawled out of.

he found another victim, one politer than me. sucker ...

one hit is a coincidence ...

... two or more is a trend.

what's with all the referer hits on ‘which of all these fish-bones is you?’ the first one was some pathetic pornographer. then a number of weird companies. now some other twonk's blogger page. visiting any of these pages & searching their source reveals no link to my content. so wtf?

money for an idiot ...

much as i loath giving this twonk a link, some headline writer created the perfect byline for his moronic musings ...

change = same shit, different asshole

this is change?

pathetic pornographer link

a twonk pr0nographer left an inappropriate referer link to ‘which of all these fish-bones is you?’

definitely not some goon show fan.

stupid thing is the pr0n photos are professional & flawed—the chick's point'n'shoot isn't pointing in the right direction to have actually taken the shots. there are other clues. sorry to be giving this moron so many clicks ...

technology trainwreck redux

whilst ranting about the slow death of yahoo, overlooked the swifter demise of an even deader company. lots of good people lost their gigs on friday—but not my little pony! unbelievable that that arse still is still employed given the excellent job he's done of driving sun straight off a cliff. what a fantastic business model! nobody wants to buy our shit: open sores anybody? plus he probably got a huge bonus for his brilliant ploy of changing the stock ticker. that really helped.

oh wait ...

cavett asks ...

"Do freshman philosophy classes nowadays debate updated versions of the age-old questions? Like, how could a merciful God allow AIDS, childhood cancers, tsunamis and Dick Cheney?"

don't let the door hit you on the way out ...

read this, arsehole!

why is there such a huge buzz about 43's reading list? of course, dick(head) cohen, being one of the many enablers of scrub, is to be ignored, but other whores are ranting on about this. who cares what that fucking idiot reads? really? he's some sorta fucking intellectual—who knew?

another peculiar search string

how'd this prat end up on my bloodnok site?