Another step towards the end of the world

The '80's. The hideous fashions, the often times equally crappy music. The subject of many a VH-1 nostalgia trip. Now, like any previous point in time it's ripe for stripping any meaning out of and repackaging into as sterile a form as possible (I'm looking at you, reggae for kids). Think I'm kidding, then check out this little mangling of intentionally geeky new-wave nostalgia. That's right, it's Devo, only saccharine and pointless. Personally, I would have gone with The Jam as anime characters or Echo and the Bunnymen in adorable anthropomorphic claymation animals for my New Wave abomination. Now, there are several Disney boycotts out there, and amazingly none of them (that I'm aware of ) stem from this. Fortunately, I have a cyanide tablet ready when they release a DVD of The Clash in puppet form (give it time).

Olympic Fever: catch it?...anybody?

A few things are blatantly obvious while watching the winter olympics. First, when the hype overshadows the event itself, don't be surprised when people complain. Cases in point, the U.S. ski team hyped itself as "the best ever" before the first run. The results have been less than stellar. From here on out, I'm going to refer to showing up to work hungover and then mailing it in (then maybe spraining an ankle) as "Pulling a Bode" only because "Miller Time" isn't quite descriptive enough. Remember the shoe-peddling scheme "Dan and Dave", well it seems that history is repeating itself. But that's okay because according to him, fame is a bummer, and the Olympics aren't just about medals. Last time around, the media hype monster was Apollo Ono, but he actually won a medal (under protest). Both the American and Canadian hockey teams were eliminated. Hopefully Janet took the under. Maybe going into these competitions with glorified all-star teams isn't the best thing to do (see also: olympic basketball). Finally, skating. I figured that the hyper-competitive type with notoriously overbearing parents were confined to figure skating. Apparently the histrionics have embedded themselves in speed skating as well. And what's with the story of Davis' s mom threatening to sue an announcer if she uses his name? It's a little "no more wire hangers" if you ask me (if I'm threatened with a lawsuit, does that mean someone other than me is reading this crap?)

Goat-gate Goes Global

Good Grief. What a way to kick things off here. Well, what started out as simply a nauseating (as in don't read this wile eating) local interest story from WKU got picked up by the wires and by the weekend, had made it to links on Sploid and Fark. Great. Now I not only get e-mails from friends asking "isn't this where you live now," but I get to be the guy at work that has to convince people that not all fraternities do this sort of thing. The only question now is if any more outlets will notice? Countdown? The Daily Show? Letterman, Conan, et al.?

Arise!

A few years back, many folks had a website with random musings about nothing in general, complete with a bunch of links that probably didn't work thrown together with some pictures of a few jackass friends and an out of date resume. I had to make one for a basic computer class. I thought it was cool at the time. It seems that now their spirit lives on in blog form, so here goes. Enjoy. Or not.
And now, for no good reason, a picture. And the trampoline bear.