Robots & More Angry Mexicans...

What a tease I am...

I forgot to mention that this story is coming on Sunday!

Protest!

Today, hundreds of Latino school students here in Las Vegas walked out of class and held a protest march through the city of Las Vegas, in response to the house bill that would crack down on illegal immigration.

Let me start off by saying that I am actually proud of these kids for taking an interest in what is going on around them. For actually paying attention to what the government is doing and for actually taking a stand against something they feel is wrong.

I, however, don't think they properly made their point.

All the protesting aside, they marched chanting 'Mexico'. They waved Mexican flags (some even waved Puerto Rican flags - which makes no sense at all) and as some (a lot) passed my camera made a point of flashing gang signs!

This goes for the weekend protests as well. Although, in the LA protest I did see numerous people with American flags and other red, white and blue on them.

But why, if you are protesting the possibility of being booted from the country, would you do everything in your power to all but shun the country you want to remain in? I do understand the point you are trying to make, but trying to make yourself even more separate from America isn't going to change a lot of minds.

Reaffirming my position on it, I believe in open, yet secure borders. Anyone who wants to come here, should be able to do so - assuming you come through legally and don't have a criminal record (or known ties to terrorism). We have enough criminals here as it is, we don't need those from other countries. I'd even vote for an amnesty for illegals, so that they can apply for a work visa.

I do think, though, that Mexican's, especially those running around waving the Mexican flag, protesting our government's desire to enforce a law, should maybe use there sudden sense of patriotism and work to change their own government. A corrupt government, like the one in Mexico, can only operate if the people allow it to. However, it seems that the people of Mexico (and the government) would rather (see them) flee to America than improve their homeland.

It's almost like the whiney fucks here who threaten to move to Canada every time someone they don't like is elected.

Again, good for the kids for taking an interest and a stand. You're bringing attention to the issue, which is great, even though I don't agree with how you did it.

WOW!

I'm not sure what will gather people's attention more... The fact that I am having my picture taken with a pretty woman (our new overnight reporter, Kyla) or the fact that my head is the size of her whole fucking body!

That ain't normal. No wonder my neck is always so sore...

Who's Space?

MySpace!

Yeah, I am totally dorking out now. I signed up with a profile on MySpace.

Find me on MySpace and be my friend!

Yeah... Now I'm cool.

Not really.

I should be in bed........

Serial Killer in Training or Future U.S. President?

One of my favorite computer games is Civilizations. The jist of the game is that you build a civilization, from scratch over a period of 6000+ years. The goal? Domination, of course, either via culture, diplomacy, technology or, of course, warfare.

The most recent one, Civ 4 is pretty damned cool and is unfortunately how I am spending a majority of my free time. However sometimes, the correct game play mechanics just aren't that fun for someone with my personality.

So here we are, around 500 BC when I get a little bored. I was given a crappy starting location by the computer, so I decide it's time for a little payback.

I go into the World Builder (pretty much a game editor) and give myself a couple dozen MBT (Main Battle Tanks), mechanized infantry units, Navy SEALs, helicopter gun ships, and of course fighter/bombers complete with carrier.

Now, obviously it wasn't a challenge taking on all the computer units with units from 5000 years in the future. But it was fun.

In Civ 4, when the units die, they tend to scream and cry. They also fly backwards and do all sorts of other things that stroke the evil villain within. Now, these are much funnier in motion, but still, some of the stills tell a pretty good job. Clicky to enlarge!


'Stand your ground, men. There's no way he can beat our arrows!'

'This will teach you for not wearing underpants!'

'Holy shit, that hurt like a mother fucker!'

'Your white flag is no match for my cannon, beeyach!'

'The scream was weak, but I'll give the landing a 6.7...'

'DUCK!'

'Your 120mm cannon is no match for my wooden club!'

'Hey! Watch it, fucker!'

'They killed Kenny! You bastards!' (Apparently the vest could stop a .45 at point blank, but was no match for a pointed stick!)

'THIS IS FOR KENNY!!!!!!!!!!!'

'Ooog no get hazard pay for this shit...'

Insomnia Sucks Jellyfish Balls...

I hate not being able to sleep. it's got nothing to do with me not being tired. I'm fucking exhausted. I just cannot sleep.

It's not something that's new for me either. I've had this issue for years. I will finally fall asleep, when I am too damned sleepy for my body to stay awake, but then I will end up oversleeping as I will probably wake up at 2:30 AM... Grrrrr...

I've been reluctant to take sleeping pills, as I don't want to develop a dependency. But maybe I should start popping one as I pull into my car hole.

For the record, the picture is just to fool you into thinking this post was going to be interesting. But now you realize it's not. Too bad! You've read it, you can't unread it!

More Fun Than a Bucket of Bird Flu...

If you ever told me that I would be spending my overnights here sitting in an edit bay listening to a driving instructor tell how your neighbors shitty driving would raise your insurance, I'd have cock slapped you and said 'Whatchu talkin' about, Willis?'.

I have been SOOOOOOOOOOOOO bored. I used to like the occasional days where I could pretty much ignore the scanners and edit a VO/SOT and do a lame, backdrop live. Now that I am doing it on a daily basis, not so much.

I almost got in trouble yesterday. I already wrote about shooting the deck pour. Well I stopped at Starbucks and met John and Peter from 3 & 5 and we chatted for way too long. I miss those guys...

Back on topic, it's not really the fact that I am having to do it, it's the fact that I have to do it with other peoples stories. Unless breaking news happens, it seems that the morning show acts like we're forbidden from doing our own thing. It becomes a four hour long version of the 11.

So I get stuck having to pull apart a package from yesterday (or in today's case, a week ago) try and pull enough VO out to make it look decent and slice out the sot and hope to hell that the photog didn't cover it with video in order to be creative. Usually I just hunt down the raw tape and relay the SOT.

My only saving grace is that our new reporter who's been stuck with bitter old me is a pleasure to work with. I don't know if I would have managed to hold on to my sanity if I would have been stuck with some prima donna Bill Hemmer wannabe. I would have been the first time someone had been arrested for beating a man to death with an HMI light.

We've also got a new EP (executive producer), Rob. I'm going to have to watch what I write now, 'cause Smitty's out there keeping an eye on me for Rob, I bet! Anyway, he's got wild new ideas for the morning show.

Now normally I'd be one who is opposed to change, but given the rate of cut and paste crapola I'm doing now, anything would be better than this.

Unless of course we're put on one of those free advertisement lives for one of the casinos. If that happens I might just have to break out the trusty HMI...

No Smoking...

For the record, I am still not smoking.

I just took the graphic off the sidebar. However, it's a record. Two months before I got too lazy to update it daily. Usually my attention span is far shorter than that.

Ooooo! A kitty!

Stop Complaining!

Nothing has been happening!! I didn't leave my house all weekend, furthering the fact that I have no life except if you count the life of a hermit as a life. Work has been amazingly boring.

How boring was it?

It was so boring that I was actually excited to go shoot county road employees pouring concrete onto a new overpass just because it gave me a chance to exit the building and go do something.

I'd shoot myself if I had any bullets.

I just know that one of these night, all hell is going to break loose and I will have forgotten how to shoot it...

Remakes Don't Always Suck...

Up until last year there really wasn't any good science fiction on. And when I mean good, I mean sci-fi with hot chicks and guns and shit getting blown up.

Hell, the last time we had any sci-fi with shit getting blown up was the Dominion Wars arc of Deep Space Nine!

There is, of course, Stargate: SG1 (I have yet to watch Atlantis...) which has a lot of shit getting blown up, and Sam is pretty hot, but there really isn't a 'space ship', per say.

So maybe I should re-qualify that as 'recent science fiction with a space ship as a central plot point'. Yeah.

Anyway, just finished watching the season finale of the new Battlestar Galactica that airs on SciFi. Personally, I think this is one of the greatest SciFi shows on. It's got great sci-fi elements, like space ships, faster than light travel, shit like that, but it's still realistic. There are no transporters, their guns use bullets, there is no magical scanner that tells you what the Cylons had for dinner.

Plus it's got hot chicks! (Capt. Kara Thrace played by Katee Sackhoff and Lt. Sharon Valerii played by uber nummy Grace Park just to name a couple!)

Anyway, my point is that while it's in reruns, you should check it out - or even rent season one from the local video store or Netflix/Greencine.

And for the record, I managed to watch 15 minutes of an episode of the original before my testicles began to hurt. I hate 60's and 70's science fiction!

Dispelling the Myths! 10 Facts About Erin...

Hello all. I feel that it is necessary to straighten out some of the myths that surround yours truly and explain to you people what I am really about! And yes, I am only posting this because it has been so fucking slow at work that I have NOTHING interesting to blog about.

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MYTH # 1
Erin has an unhealthy obsession with anime.
FACT:
My obsession with anime is not unhealthy. For it to be considered unhealthy it would mean that my obsession with anime would impact my day to day life in a negative way, and it doesn't. I don't miss work to watch anime, I don't skip interacting with people for anime and I realize that anime is not real. I am not in debt because of anime either. There for my obsession is no more unhealthy than people who are really into sports or who like to masturbate!

MYTH # 2
Erin has an unhealthy obsession with anime girls.
FACT:
This one is closer to fact, but still off. I am a person who appreciates the female body. I also appreciate anime. So the natural order of things is that I appreciate anime females!

MYTH # 3
Erin is gay.
FACT:
Not! In the words of the mighty Seinfeld, 'not that there is anything wrong with that', it's just not for me. Although I do have a lot of respect for gay men. Anyone who can bring them selves to kiss a big old hairy fucker has bigger cajoles than me. Actually, I think that more people should be gay. Think about it... How many gay people have you heard of going on nutso shooting rampages in schools or Denny's?

And wouldn't the world just be better if there were more lesbians around? Who wouldn't want to walk down the street and see chicks kissing?

MYTH # 4
Erin's obsession with anime has caused him to not have a girlfriend.
FACT:
The fact that I am overweight, ugly and just plain boring is why I don't have a girlfriend! I didn't have a girl friend long before I even knew what anime was! There is no cause and effect here. Let's move on.

MYTH # 5
Erin is a right wing wacko.
FACT:
Far from it, my fine feathered friends. Naturally, as a Libertarian I am going to lean more right than left, as true conservative values are for small government - which is one of the cornerstones of libertarian philosophy. However, being apathetic towards organized religion (I think religion would be a wonderful thing if people weren't allowed to gather in groups to discuss it) and more in favor of freedom rather than security I fall far to the left of 'right wing nut jobs'.

Besides, if you look at the current administration and the so-called 'neo-conservatives', they tend to be more towards the left than true conservatives. I can say that because since the 'neo-conservatives' took office, government has GROWN, spending has GROWN, true conservative and libertarian goals like the privatization of social security and the elimination of the income tax have NOT been implemented.

My political views are complex. While I am totally supportive of a 'we leave you alone, you leave us alone' policy of military isolation, I fully support the right of this country to launch a preemptive strike against a threat to the United States or our allies. That said, I do not believe Iraq was a threat and I think now it will be harder to justify preemptive military action against a real threat to both the citizenry and the international community (even though I support an 'up yours' policy of getting approval from the United Nations).

As far as the military goes, I think all European bases should be closed (please tell me again why we need a base in Germany) and the only overseas bases that should remain open are Korea and Japan; as we still have a UN mandated obligation in Korea and it's kind of important that we protect the anime coming from Japan. Plus we have an obligation to protect Taiwan.

Another thing that distinguishes me from the right wing wackos is that I, like any sensible American, would rather risk getting blown up by a suicide bomber than lose our freedoms. I will never understand why people think we need to give up our rights to be protected. It happened once because airport screeners did not do their jobs. It won't happen on an airplane again, trust me. No flight full of passengers will ever allow an airliner to be hijacked again.

If it happens again it's going to be related to the fact that we have 2,000+ miles of unguarded border in the south and 4,000+ in the north.

I support open immigration. My only requirement is that you come through a checkpoint. I think work visa's should be low cost and I think that you should be able to pay back the cost of them via payroll deductions. That way people can come here, and get work legally. I think permanent residency should be easier to obtain. Believe it or not, you can have open, yet secure borders. Let's build a great wall of China around the U.S. If it kept the Mongolians out, it sure as hell can keep drug smugglers, terrorists and day workers out.

Sorry for the political rant!

MYTH # 6
Erin wants to be a news photographer forever!
FACT:
Ah ha, ha ha, heh ha. Erin wants to make television shows.

MYTH # 7
Erin doesn't really have a show in the works.
FACT:
Do so!

The Erin & Gosnell Show, 10 minute vignettes based on the hour long comedy, The Chronicles of Erin and Gosnell. We probably would already have most of the episodes shot if I hadn't moved out here. It's still going to happen, just not as soon as I wanted.

Everyone who reads this blog can be on one of those shows were you talk about me before I became famous. It will air right after my tragic death in a sloth racing accident.

MYTH # 8
Erin likes Las Vegas.
FACT:
Yuck. I think this is the second worst city that I have ever lived in. Milwaukee was the first. However, I do have to admit that I have begun to see some of the brighter sides of this city, most of which seem to be brought out by tragedy. If only people were nice to each other during non-tragic times.

MYTH # 9
Erin's name is spelled the girl way.
FACT:
Erin is not a feminine spelling in my people's homeland of Ireland. In fact, ever hear the phrase 'Erin Go Bragh'? It means 'Ireland Forever'. Erin is the ancient Irish name for Ireland. So, while you bastard English may have made it a girls name, it's not!

MYTH # 10
Erin doesn't really exist. This blog is just a figment of the readers imagination.
FACT:
I do exist. I think, therefore I am. Yada, yada. I must exist. I tried to walk through a wall the other day so I could spy on some girls in a local college locker room, but I just ended up with a bloody nose and a big bruise on my head. Sad.

Reviewed...

And I'm not talking about being DYCK'd, even though I was, I mean from work.

It turns out that I am not nearly as incompetent as I thought I was, and that people at work actually like me.

Either that or they were afraid I was going to eat them and they gave me good reviews because of that.

Either way I'm getting a raise (Woo!) and some new KLAS shirts! Hizzah, I think.

Tagged...

The current object of my obsession, Rain tagged me. So here we go...

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

1. Runaway - Linkin Park

2. Renegades of Funk - Rage Against The Machine

3. 99 Problems - Jay-Z

4. Gold Digger - Kanye West

5. Knucklebones - Munk

6. 1st Ending of Shakugan no SHANA (anime music, obviously)

7. YOU! (Opening to Shuffle! - more anime music)

I'm not tagging anyone because, with a couple of exceptions, never play along.

Erin Winking Memorial Crappy Award W/Gratutious Anime Fan Service Trophey

Awarded to AMO for her excellence in photo captioning. Display it proudly, or file for a restraining order. Either way, you earned this moment.

Smaller Version

NASCAR :: Day Two

Sorry for the delay!

Day Two was a piece of cake compared to day one. First off, I knew what I was doing now. I knew what was expected of me, and I knew my way around.

I again arrived at 7:00 bright and early after accidentally waking up at 4:00. My self and the other local UT's (pronounced 'Yuts' - think 'My Cousin Vinny') worked hard making sure that the dirt in the parking lot didn't blow away. At 9:30 we rewarded ourselves with a great big FOX provided lunch.

Have I mentioned yet how cool these union gigs are?

Anyway, after lunch we wandered over to the track and gathered our belongings. I was once again on battery, with the same crew. At around 12:45 we took our positions in the in field for the pre race festivities.

If I may divulge for a moment, I just want to declare my intentions to be a NASCAR driver, as I have come to find out that all NASCAR wives/girlfriends are really fucking hot.

That said, and no I don't have any pictures, I decided to wait in the pits for my crew, as yesterday in the Busch race they hopped in a pick up truck to do an interview and didn't need me. I figure why walk all the way across the infield (and I can't walk across the logo otherwise the NASCAR police will whip me) when I won't be needed.

Well guess what. They fucking needed me.

"21 BATTERY! WHERE ARE YOU?"
"UH, IN THE PITS, I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!"

So I speed walked across the infield (my fatass is not going to attempt to run in front of 150,000 people...) only to find out that they just wanted my spare headset for the security guy.

Well whatever. So I hung out in the infield, got smacked around left and right by the drivers, the drivers wives/girlfriends, fans and security till finally we were able to run back to the pits for the national anthem and the flyover. The Thunderbirds, which are based out of Nellis, did it. Heh, the Busch race only got a bunch of unmarked F-16s.

The race went pretty quickly. A few cautions, and a couple of times where my crew tore off towards the garages to do interviews with drivers who were out of the race. Was kind of annoying to look at the race for a few moments only to see your crew bolting down pit road.

Not breaking my 'no running in front of 150,000 people' rule, I walked to catch up with them. I was in the zone on the batteries, so I knew they were okay.

I swapped out the camera battery twice and the transmitter and monitor batteries once. I did a pretty good job, I think. My job was to really only give them a new one when they asked for one, but I made a point of keeping an eye on things so that they wouldn't have to ask for one.

Hopefully next year I can move up to monitor or director or executive producer.

After the race was over (I forgot who won, but we were next to his pit all day) we all curried back to the FOX Sports compound and ate a yummy dinner. Then it was back to the track to tear everything down, pack it away, and jam it into the trailers, as they needed to hit the road and be in Atlanta in two days.

Of course what we were tearing down was on the roof of the fucking speedway. I don't do good with heights, but somehow I managed to keep my shit together and help them get everything taken care of.

We were eventually dismissed around 8:30. I hurried home quickly (quickly, as defined by the massive amounts of traffic leaving the race track even though the race was over for three hours, is one hour) and decided that I would take a quick one and a half hour nap before work.

My one and a half hour nap ended up being a three hour nap that encroached 45 minutes into my KLAS work shift! I hate waking to my phone ringing. But I think if they hadn't called me, I'd still be asleep!

No worries though, didn't miss any news and I skipped lunch which made up for my hour of sleeping. I officially decided that I would consider 12-1 my lunch hour.

My foot held up pretty well this weekend. It hurt, but not as bad as it normally did. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that I took twice the recommended dosage of Aleve Arthritis. I'm still alive, so apparently you can take more than three in a 24 hour period!

But don't forget, I'm fat so I have a lot more blood!

Can't wait till next year! Maybe I will get into NASCAR this year too, since I have Sunday's off!

More Pictures

More pictures can be found here! Click if you'd like!

Hometown Destroyed!

You can see some pretty wild pictures on the website of my hometown newspaper, the State Journal-Register. Apparently we had a rare occurrence and a tornado swept through the city of Springfield, Illinois.
I say rare because due to the juxtaposition of the city in a small valley, tornadoes and lots of other serious storms seem to side step us.

Sunday night though, Springfield got, for lack of a better term, bitch slapped.

Seems everyone is okay though. My mom wasn't at work yesterday (probably because it's part of the 75% of the city with no power) but I didn't hear anything about damage where she lives (south and east of the city in the country), and most of the serious damage was to the south and west. Apparently the suburb of Jerome was flattened. My friend, Jerry, told me Macarthur Blvd south of where I used to live is all but destroyed.

What's worst is that I wish I was there. Not because of any town pride or loyalty to my fellow Springfieldians, but because I really wanted to be outside shooting in that stuff. In fact I probably would have been having the time of my life.

It's a sickness, I know. But I do feel better about admitting this since there were no fatalities and only a few minor injuries.

UPDATE Talked to my mom this morning and all is well! Her bar lost some siding, but outside of that no major damage.

A note to news anchors. The S in Illinois is silent.

NASCAR :: Day One

I've never really been a real 'fan' of NASCAR, but after seeing a race in person, I might just become one!

The day started out simple enough. Peter (from 5) and I carpooled out there. I drove and we arrived (after a quick stop at Auto Zone since I forgot I didn't have any windshield wipers and it was rain/snowing) about a half an hour before our call time at 7:00. It took us a bit, but we finally found the FOX Sports compound where we filled out all the necessary employment paper work.

We then went to the catering tent and hung out there. We continued to hang out there, snacking on bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches until 8:30, which was our union break time.

The sky was looking a little frightful. It stopped raining, and the sun was attempting to make an appearance, but we were still worried that we weren't going to get the race in.

After our break we got our assignments. I was assigned 'BATTERY'. My job: To carry around spare batteries, and upon someone needing a battery, I would give them the spare!

But, then I would have to rush (and I use that term loosely) to the tech trailer and turn in the dead battery and get a fresh one!

Tough work.

I was with camera 21 for the Busch race. I learned that there is seven people for each pit camera...

• Camera Operator - Operates the camera!


• Pitcher - He's connected to the camera operator via a short cable and transmits the signal to the catcher.


• Catcher - He receives the signal. He's required to move the receiver in the direction of the pitcher to maintain line of sight.


• Battery - Me! I explained what I did.


• Monitor (or Jerk Cam) - Carries around a portable LCD monitor for the talent to see what's going on.


• Talent - Ummm... The guy on camera. Camera 21 was Dick Berggren.


• Field Producer - He does producer stuff, only in the field.

For the race we also got a security guy!

It was pretty cool being able to walk around in places I have never been before. We were on Pit Row as the cars pulled in from qualifying. In fact, one almost got me! I wish he would have. How cool would it be to be able to tell someone you were hit by a NASCAR?

After the qualifying we took lunch (being in a union is good!) and then headed out for the actual Busch race. The weather broke and while cloudy and cold, there was nothing to cause delay in the race.

I honestly didn't do much. After all, I was only needed if someone’s battery was going dead. My camera ops battery had a good 2 and a half hours on it, so for about two hours I just hung out and watched the race.

Finally I decided that his battery needed changing, so I swapped it out and then jaunted back and picked up a fresh one.

The race continued on, with mostly green flag racing, and come dark the final lap was run. After that I think we did the most activity all day, the rush to stash our gear at the tech trailer and race back to the TV compound so that we could go home.

I'm due back there at 7 am tomorrow - not sure why, the race isn't until 1, but whatever. So long as I am getting paid, right?

Day 2 will probably not be blogged until Monday night, as I will probably have to go straight from the track to work at 8! Ish.

more pictures!

Link to the rest of the pictures I took... Click if you'd like!

I Really Don't Like This...

Working the weekday shift that is.

I know what you must be thinking. What kind of fucking moron wouldn't want to work Monday thru Friday? Well, to be perfectly blunt, this fucking moron.

My weekend shifts were really cool. I had to be at the station twice. Once to pick up my gear, and once to drop it off. I usually didn't have to be in a live truck - which makes cruising through the rough neighborhoods looking for any action a little easier. I had no one telling me to go check out this, or 'a viewer called' about that.

I took my lunch when I got hungry and I got to sit down and enjoy it with my overnight friends from 3 and 13.

Even my weekdays weren't too bad. Granted, I had to be in a live truck, but my AdPro's (that's my new acronym for 'Adorable Producers') usually didn't bother me. I was in my truck with two scanners and because I wasn't sitting at a computer playing on the internet or watching Conan, I was paying attention to them!

If I wanted to I could meet up with the Three Stooges (I say that as lovingly as possible) from 3, 5 and 13 and we'd enjoy a nice latte at Starbucks.

It's all changed now.

I have a reporter now, so I'm on a very short leash. I can't go anywhere without her, in case something happens that I would be stuck on all night. So I am tied down to the assignment desk half listening to the scanners while playing on the 4 websites that my station hasn't blocked while watching 11PM news reruns and Conan.

I feel like a tiger that's been taken from the jungle and forced to dance on stage with two flamboyantly gay glitter queens.

I wonder how long it will take for me to bite someone’s neck?

I did manage to break out long enough to have a Jack in the Box with my homeboys John Farrell (from 3) and Sol Binkier (from 13).

There has been one upside to this. Good old John backed out of a freelance gig due to his eyes being lasered by Cobra Commander and his children (John's, not Cobra Commander...) coming to town. He was nice enough to refer them to me, so I get to work for FOX Sports this weekend doing the NASCAR Busch and Nextel Cup races this weekend. Yay!

I am sure my foot is going to be uber pissed come tomorrow night, but I will survive. I got me some Aleve Arthritis medicine and I plan on taking about 6 as soon as I get up.

I look forward to the work, though. This will be my first BIG freelance gig. Hopefully I do a good job and they will keep me in mind for future stuff. I am already putting together my resume for IATSE (The ((INHALE)) International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees, Moving Picture Technicians, Artists and Allied Crafts of the United States, Its Territories and Canada ((EXHALE)).) so that I can hopefully get some work with them and get the hell out of news and get back into television production where I belong.

This tiger is tired of walking back and forth in this bullshit fake jungle. I want back to doing what I'm trained to do; what I am paying back $100 a month in loans for the next 52632 years for; what I want to do; and it's NOT news.

Mast Farm

Actually, I missed one.

Three Greatest Inventions Of The 2000's

• Diet Vanilla Cherry Dr. Pepper.


• Bit Torrent.


• My Camera Phone.

Caption This! WINNER!

"I know it's big breaking news! I'm driving as fast as I can!"
AMO (Is That Thing Heavy)

Lots of great captions, but this one wins because of the 'it's funny because it's true' aspect!

You don't win a prize, but if you like I can Photoshop you a crappy trophy!

I'll do another one soon. That one was pretty fun. :)

I'm Back, Nobody Cares...

Except Rain, apparently.

The irony. The most interested person in my blog is a police officer. :) She must realize that I am absolutely obsessed with chicks that can kick ass. And of course they get double points for carrying guns.

Is it wrong for the thought of a girl holding me at gun point turning me on?

Eh, when did I start worrying about right and wrong anyway?

I'll have a full post tomorrow.

No Blogging, No One Cares...

Just an FYI, I will not be blogging again until after Thursday.

I have my reasons, but most of them have to do with lack of money and COX not wanting to give me free internet access. Unlike the nice person letting me use their signal as I sit here along SR 160 doing traffic lives.

wOOt!

Blogging Sucks...

Well, when I have nothing to talk about it does. And I have nothing interesting to talk about since I have a policy about never blogging angry. And since I am angry this week, well, I can't really blog.

Maybe I'll find an old story that I thought was interesting and blog about that.