Cookie Monster has changed his tune...

..when will the madness end? When will people be accountable for their own actions? I can't believe that Sesame Street has made Cookie Monster sing about cookies as a "sometimes food". Ok, seriously, if I had a kid and (s)he came up to me and said "can I have a cookie" and I said "no" and (s)he said "well Cookie Monster gets to eat cookies whenever he wants to!" I would then remind them that Cookie Monster is a PUPPET, he's NOT real, you are a KID and you can't have cookies all the time. The day Cookie Monster is to blame for all the fatass kids in the world, is the day I eat my own foot. I'm sure the fat kids have nothing to do with the poor eating choices of their fat, lazy parents.

A kid came up to me at the museum the other day, he was flexing his fingers. I asked him what he was doing. He said he was "getting his fingers warmed up to play video games" when he got home. He was 10 and weighed at least 180 pounds. Yeah kid play video games and eat cookies while you're at it.

82% Blizzard Download...

I have a little downtime while waiting for my download to finish...yeah, I'm downloading the latest patch for my herion.. er...World of Warcraft., I mean. Geez that game is addicting, and fun to boot. It sure has made this winter go by really quickly. I guess like herion would, so I'm not really lying when I say it's like heroin.

• Cannot account for days of my life.
• Spend work in a daze because of lack of sleep.
• Find myself thinking about my next fix when I get home.
• Continuous obsession with discussing and talking about it with other addicts.

Hockey Night in Grand Forks, ND....Hidel-LIIIIIIINDBERG! 

Blocked Call.

Telemarketers always seem to phone at the most inconvenient times. Ok, ANY time is inconvenient for a telemarketer to call.

Lately, I've been getting annoyed with the amount of telemarketing calls I've been getting on my cell. It seems unfair that people would sell your cell (ha, sell your cell) number to telemarketers. You just can't escape them...

It's true you can NOT escape the telemarketer. Not on your cell, not in your house, not at work...not even on the emergency phone in the elevator. That's right, the emergency phone in the elevator! The other day, me, Steve, Darren & Alison were riding the elevator up to our apartment when the emergency phone in the little box rang, "should we answer it?" Yes, we should and YES it was Capitol One asking Darren if he was interested in one of their low-interest rate credit cards.

Wow.

With a little help from your friends..

Why is it that when you pull an album out in front of anyone over the age of 40 they assume you don't know what it is used for and they think that it is time to reminisce about the days of real rock and roll and not that "rap crap that you guys call music". I got the pleasure today of listening to a recent wagon-inhabitor who decided his life belonged more in a bottle and thought it necessary to describe in detail (down to the type of drug used) all of the times he saw Three Dog Night and Joe "The Rocker" Cocker live. Oh he certainly didn't forget to tell me the story of how he and his buddies were on their way to Woodstock and smoked too much hash and ended up in the Yukon.

I don't hold it against you that you still rock out to Santana's "Black Magic Woman" when you hear it on the classic rock station for the 1 millionth time, don't make fun of me when I jam out to my occasional Tupac.