Archive for August, 2005

Move over N.W.O. there’s a new boss in town . . . GOOGLE !

Tuesday, August 30th, 2005

So we all know it. It’s inevitable. It’s just a matter of time before it happens.

With all the Google Images, Groups, Webs, Maps and so forth it’s just a matter of time before Google takes over the planet. Here are my steps that I think will happen just before we are sitting in our living room with a big TV on and the big “Google” logo on it and then we hear someone scream from the screen “Get up, it’s time for our two minute HATE!” Here are the big things to watch out for:

- Google ends up installing a chip in our heads that allows us to “Google” things we think of, see, hear, taste and people we meet.

- Bill Gates and Steve Jobs bow down before the Google headquarters screaming “We’re not worthy. We’re NOT WORTHY!”

- Al Gore will be drawn and quartered for heresy with his speech that will forever be known as the “I created GOOGLE!” speech.

- Kim Jong Ill will try to purchase Google only to have Google’s CEO shoot lightning from his fingertips while yelling “UNLIMITED POWER!” (had to throw a Star Wars joke in somewhere)

- Our Google screens in our houses will be constantly back and forth telling us whether we are at war with “Eurasia” or “East Asia”.

- Jay Leno will be digitized and available on Google and finally . . . for once . . . he will be funny.

- Kirstie Alley will be put to death for trying to EAT Google.

- The rainbow flag will no longer stand for “Gay pride” but will be replaced by “Google Pride”.

- Every conversation you have will be saved by Google TV’s around the world and will have “hot links” to other peoples conversatons. Paris Hilton will be one of the most linked people.

- Much like 1984, there will be a mandatory “Two Minute Hate” where we the people of Google will yell hate-speech at screens showing photos of and .

So watch for these steps and if they start to come true grab the kids and head for the hills just like all the boys that were part of the WOLVERINES! in the movie “Red Dawn”.

*all information in this entry was found doing a Google search*

P.S. Kitson is the SHIT SON!

One more reason that I am NOT GAY !

Friday, August 26th, 2005

A lot of the time people wonder if I am gay, not sure why but they do. I have nothing against people being gay but I always wonder why they think I am. Maybe it’s cause I am a good dancer, guess I will never know. . . .

I do however have one more thing to add to the list of why I am NOT gay: very bad gag reflex.

I was brushing my teeth the other morning and decided to brush my tongue. Good idea, bacteria is there and bad breath starts there. Well, I got about halfway back on my tongue and almost threw up my toast and raspberry jam breakfast. I thought “Wow, that sucked. Let’s try again.” Second time: even closer to vomiting had to abort my mission.

So yet again another reason. Now you might be asking “Why does that matter?” Well, I guess you don’t get out that often or maybe you are a very “conservative” person in relationships. If you need more information on why this matters check out this site and it may give you some insight.

Prom 2K5: The Return of the Mack!

Thursday, August 25th, 2005

So last Saturday The Boys (Luka, Matt and Scotty) and I decided to throw a going away party for our good friend MacKenzie, Makie for those close to her. When Makie arrived she and I did our “new and improved” Hello handshake. This is something we made up the night before.

Let’s take a look back at the night before (dreamy music playing)

Scene: Friday night at The Osprey. Time: 12:31 a.m. Location: The back deck.

Jason walks out through the door to the back deck and notices his friends. He doesn’t say anything just looks around, slightly smiles and then takes a sip of his Vodka-Cran. He then takes a second glance around, locks eyes with Makie and says: “Hey, wanna see me touch my asshole from the front?” He then squats down like a 2 year-old who has had too much fruit and with his right hand, index finger extended, proceeds to reach between his legs and touch his asshole “from the front”, while the whole time keeping eye contact with Makie. After touching his asshole from outside his shorts he comes back up and stands up straight and takes a sip of his drink, never laughing, as if he did it all the time.

Makie: “Holy shit, where did that come from?”
Jason: “Just made it up. It should be our new handshake.”
Makie: “Sounds good, but how about we hold up our hands with one finger extended, like this. Then we will know that we want to do the handshake. ”
Thus the “Touch The Asshole From The Front” was born.

Back to the story. . . . . . . .

So Makie arrives, we make everyone laugh with our new handshake and the night moves on. We proceeded with the night by making some fine mixed drinks and me mixing the new Budweiser “B Energy Drink” with mass amounts of vodka (don’t knock it, it tasted great). After about three of my new “Bodka’s” I thought I would take a power nap. Now why do I need a power nap when I have been having energy drinks . . . ask Budweiser. I go to the living room and lay on the Sheep skin rug and grab a pillow and close my eyes. Next thing I know Scotty is wondering what I am doing and we start chatting. We talk about how we are at “Our Prom” and the meaning of that is because we are with our friends, not trying to hang with all the cool kids. We are doing what we want and don’t care what anyone thinks. We start talking about other things like photography, music, love and just other random bullshit. After about 30 minutes of this we decide to get up and join the rest of the party. As I am walking into the kitchen Scotty turns around and looks at me and says: “Did we just have pillow-talk on prom night?”

My reply to one of best friends in the world: “Yes Scotty, we did. I am so glad we went to Prom together.”

Oh the stench of hypocrisy . . . smells like TOFU !

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005

My friend Chris and I were talking about his “Poetry Slam” that went down this last week and a funny story came up.

I guess one of the poets decided to mention the word “penis” in her poem. Penis. Not a big deal, right?! WRONG!

Some other girl that was there competing in the SLAM was offended by the word PENIS being spoken so vulgurly and in her presense none the less! The continuing part of this story is the young girl that was offended works at a local grocery store . . . let’s call it Market of C. No, too obvious . . . M. of Choice. That’s better. Well, she works there and is a bagger, shit I keep forgetting to be more P.C. . . . she is a “courtesy clerk” there. Anyways, the young girl ended up confronting the lady at her work saying that she was “offended and didn’t like hearing that word in public”.

Okay here is what is wrong with this whole damn situation. I would say it’s totally fucked up but then some hippie would get mad at me (even though they shouldn’t be reading this blog, it’s bad for their complexion). So let’s say the situation is totally “To-fucked up”! (you know, like Tofurkey, hahahaha)

I am shocked and OFFENDED that this girl is offended. I mean seriously . . . PENIS ! PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS (I hope she is reading this) PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS! If that word offends you then you are going to have a tough time when you grow up and have kids (it’s kind of an intricate part of the process).

I just think it’s funny that in a town like Ashland someone can get offended by the word PENIS ! I thought they were suppose to be all open-minded and shit out here. Guess I was wrong.

PENIS, god I hope she reads this.

GO BAYSIDE !

Sunday, August 21st, 2005

As I sit here writing I am just lounging at home, taking it easy on a this wonderful Sunday afternoon. Your mind starts to think up weird things when you have too much time on your hands. Here is the list I have already thought of today.

1. Why don’t they make bagels as small as the ones you get with “Bagle Bites” pizzas?
2. Who decided to put vanilla in Pepsi. I want to meet him . . . . then kick him in the neck.
3. Should I get a second job working at 7-11?

And the last one was spawned by a news story I saw this morning while cooking some eggs.

4. Why do we need cell phones that you can talk to and have it write out a text message using voice recognition? You are talking to your phone to write someone a text! Just fucking dial their number and TALK TO THEM! Why can’t we go back to the days when cell phones were just CELL PHONES!


Oh Zach Morris, how I wish I lived in your world.