Jan
19
2009

Here's my challenge, my Pepsi challenge if you will... give me way less money, say $500,000, and I will design a new logo for Pepsi that kicks the sissy ass of this piece of shit. In fact, Pepsi could simply pay me $250,000 and I will save them about 40 million in rebranding by telling them to stick with their old/better logo. After I cash the check for $250K I would tell them their cola tastes like ass! Ass and sugar. It will be such an awesome burn because what are they gonna do, I already cashed the check (and waited for it to clear).
I will never understand why a company feels the urge to constantly spend millions and millions to simply tweak their logo in a misguided attempt to make it "hip" and "edgy." It is extremely rare that this rebranding will end up superior to the existing identity. The only successful rebranding that comes to mind is FedEx.
These Pepsi jerks should learn a lesson from Coca-cola and 1) stay consistent and burn that logo into our minds for 100 years so we see it in our sleep and 2) make their drink taste more awesome and less like liquid balls. I realize this implies I know what balls taste like, well I do, they taste like Pepsi.
Jan
16
2009

I would like to preempt any desire you might have to tell me to "burn my TV." It's not going to happen so I don't want to hear it. I don't need to be told to turn off the TV and pick up a book so fight that urge you fucking hippies.
Now that we have that unpleasant talk out of the way I can explain why I even know who this guy is. You see, I used to be like you and would ignore programs like TMZ. That was until they placed it between my 5:00 Simpsons and my 6:00 Simpsons. I have a little TV on my desk but I don't turn it on until 4:00 for People's Court. Have I ever told you how much I love People's Court? The mere mention of People's Court makes me kiss my fingers while making the "muah" sound like a cartoon Italian chef on a pizza box.
Anyway, thanks to the programming change I started listening to TMZ while working. I would occasionally glance over but only to make myself feel superior to the idiots who
actually watch this crap. A few disapproving glances turned into watching an entire "story" about Pauly Shore waiting for his car at the valet stand. Next thing you know I'm watching a hard hitting piece on Tori Spelling and that husband of hers waiting for their car at the valet stand. Before I knew it I was watching a full 22 minutes of C and D list celebrities waiting for their cars at valet stands. AND LOVING IT!
The more boring or mundane the activities these "celebs" were engaged in the more I wanted to watch. Look, there's Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo drinking coffee. OH LOOK, it's Seal walking through a parking lot not saying a word. What's that you say, you have a 2 second clip of that guy from Scrubs going through airport security?!? Be still my beating heart!
If you have not seen the show (loser), the format is a bunch of TMZ gossip hounds sitting at their morning meeting pitching ideas to head TMZ guy and sippy cup lover Harvey Levin (FROM PEOPLE'S COURT). They hold up a piece of paper with a photo on it and say "I've got Hulk Hogan eating a sandwich at the mall and he looks really fat" followed by a clip of Hulk Hogan eating a sandwich at the mall while looking fat. THAT'S THE ENTIRE SHOW and I fucking love it!
To get to my point, one of the main TMZ gossip guys who appears on the show every day is this surfer dude with long blond hair. He's kind of the star of the "morning meeting" and usually gets the most screen time. Apparently he even has a name, Max Hodges. The weird thing is Max, who reports on celebrities, is starting to think he IS a celebrity. I guess he kind of is in a weird way. The point is, he's starting to act like a douchebag and he's wrecking my little TMZ utopia.
I just realized how long this post is and how few of you care. Burn your books and watch more TV!
These guys follow every move Max Hodges makes.
Jan
14
2009

Have you ever seen someone and in less than a second you just know they are a tool? It's a subtle observation because they basically look normal but maybe it's something about their hair or their choice of tie that clues you into the fact that they suck. You just don't like the cut of their jib!
Well this happened to me while waiting in line today at Jimmy John's. From the beginning it was destined to be an annoying event. I walked in and stood behind a guy who was obviously in line. I mean, when you stand in front of the register at the "order here" sign it means you are in line, right? Turns out not always. After I realized this guy wasn't doing shit I asked if he was, in fact, in line. He turned and looked at me as if I had just asked if I could fuck his wife and said "noooo" like I was an idiot for asking. Strike one. Then his douchey friend emerged from the back (probably pooping and not washing his hands) and I just knew instantly that this guy was trouble. Both of these guys looked "normal" in their Dockers and sensible hair cuts but I knew some shit was about to go down. Literally.
Like most Jimmy John's this space was small and echoey so nobody had to strain to hear these guys discussing raw sewage and poop. It wasn't so much that this discussion of human waste grossed me out (it obviously did a little), it was really more that I don't understand jerks like this who have zero awareness of the world that exists 3 inches past their fat faces. How do you not know to move out of the way after you order? How do you not notice the humans standing behind you who obviously think you are in line? How do you not know that the lunch crowd does not want to hear about how your family's smelly shit is backing up into the yard?
How did I get to be the smartest person on earth?
Jan
13
2009

I am fighting back the barf in my throat after searching for these photos. This is going to be a short post because 1) what can really be said about these douchebag turds that you can't figure out just by looking at their lame asses and 2) the barf.
(old man rant warning)
These kids today think they invented all this shit but we were the first ones to walk around looking like complete assholes in the 80's.
Let it die! It was a playful mistake in 1984 but now it can only be described as lame.
I'm going to go listen to the Cure and punch myself in the face.
Jan
07
2009

We get it, God loves you best! Now stop having children you weirdos!
There is no doubt in my mind Jim Bob (shocker) and Michelle Duggar are addicted to the constant attention they receive for having such a ridiculous amount of children. In fact, they even have a show on TLC called "18 and Counting." They remind me of parents with Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy disorder. They must be the talk of Arkansas every time they go to Wal-Mart or Pizza Hut. They are like people who cover their face in tattoos, "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!"
I think it's really sad that there are couples out there struggling to have just ONE child while this woman poos out kids like she's a dog at a puppy mill. What really kind of sickens me though is the amount of unwanted children in the world who would give anything for a home, even with these creeps, but the Duggars just can't stop fucking long enough to consider adoption. How does this sound... have 8 or 9 kids and adopt or foster the other 10. Everyone wins.
By the way, these assholes have said they would love to have more children. If that isn't a cry for attention I don't know what is.
Jan
05
2009

Let me set the scene for you...
You are waiting in a long line at a restaurant. Well, actually more like a local hot dog or burger joint that is always busy. It's a long line that holds more people than the amount of seating in the restaurant. To the untrained eye, the eye of a selfish prick for example, it seems almost certain that you will get your food but will be unable to find an open table at which to feed your fat face. So it looks like you have a real problem on your hands. Oh my god, what should you do, WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?
I'll tell you what normal people do, they wait in line, get their food and sit at the table that inevitably opens up just in time. Now the amateur, or "asshole," will choose a different path, a darker path. They will rip apart the fabric that holds society together. These jerks will send a member of their group to save a table although they still have a good 10 minutes of line to wait in. I have two words for these people... go-fuck-yourself-you-table-saving-buttholes.
As soon as you jump the line to save a table you throw the entire symbiotic relationship of the people
waiting and the people
eating. In these types of restaurants the crowd generally eats quickly and leaves which means by the time you get your food a table will be waiting for you. But these selfish jerks fuck it up for everyone. They create panic and discord in the herd. They need to be stopped.
The real reason this gets me so red in the face is not so much that I am worried I will not find a table, rather it's just another case of my fellow man acting selfish and remaining unaware that other people exist. Just wait your turn like everyone else.
Jan
02
2009

I literally forgot to write for the blog today. The last two weeks have been an endless parade of meat, cheese and booze.
Here's me as a little kid. Look how angry and disappointed with life I am already. I am obviously putting the photographer and his crappy studio on my list while this photo is being snapped. Click on it to zoom in and see all my baby rage!
Dec
31
2008
Happy New Year Everyone!
Now that that's out of the way... I hate New Year's Eve. Well, really I hate the pressure of making sure it's an epically awesome night. I hate being forced to look back over the past year only to realize you have accomplished nothing and you are still the same dumb ass you were exactly one year ago. I hate year-end lists (except for my
Food Network douchebag list which is awesome). I hate thinking "maybe this year will be the year it all happens for me" while secretly knowing it will probably be worse than the previous year. I like parties. I like getting drunk.
Whatever, 2008 was a steaming pile of horse shit, good riddance.