MILLER FORTUNE IS A PREMIUM GOLDEN LAGER UNDISTILLED AT 6.9% ABV [!]. IT BOASTS A RICH, MALTY AROMA, A LIGHT BODY, AND A CRISP, CLEAN FINISH. BALANCED, YET UNEXPECTEDLY BOLD.
Like last week, driving the kid to school is an adventure in poltergeists. This time, we hop in the car and this
starts playing. Immediately. Spontaneously, on my phone. On Pandora. In my pocket.
Is it an electronic glitch related to Kid 2′s failing phone?
Is my phone possessed?
Since it only happens in the car, is my Car possessed?
Based on the nature of the songs, I am leaning toward the latter. I think the car is trying to get things synced before going full on Christine on me.
James Bond is often only as good as his villains, which is why the Internet went nuts when rumors began circulating late last week that 007′s next adversary might be played by Chiwetel Ejiofor. The Oscar-nominated 12 Years a Slave star would be not only the rare black actor to face off against Bond (at least, as his prime antagonist), but also one of the few actors to take on such a role at the apparent height of his career…
According to Esquire, the 10 best are: Continue reading
Thanks for showing up, but fuck you all in the mouth for not finding a way to perform, make up or not. Continue reading
I am kid 2 us driving to school. We stop at the Kwik-E-Mart for a beverage and some cash. We hop back in the car. As the car starts, from somewhere, the first few bars of this…
start blasting. However, the radio is off (because: kid driving). WTH? Where’s that music from?
Kid 2: Dad, that’s you.
Yep. It’s me. Pandora is playing. In my pants.
Karma: Only because that is where the phone is.
So, I am at a loss. Is it an impossible pocket dial? A poltergeist? The
Thought Police NSA being cute?
Winston Smith: [observing the Prole woman from their hideaway] The future is hers… we are the dead…
Julia: We are the dead…
Big Brother: [voice] YOU ARE THE DEAD!
Was it Oprah, being all Dr. Phil about my life?
As we all know, KISS is finally being inducted into the hall of fame. And yes, they’re doing it on drama overload – invite all the past members, no performance because they’re all babies. All that shit that is all over the media.
Last night I was listening to “Calling Dr. Love,” a
tone poem of tribute to the lost art of romance when my radio told me that the Bee Gees song “How Deep Is You Love?” was on another channel. I thought why not? Why have these renaissance men, the thoughtful philosophers behind “Lick it Up”and “Plaster Caster” and “Let’s Put the X in Sex” not covered this song? Continue reading
…Undersheriff Michael McCabe tells The News: “Hailstorm helps us capture fugitives from the law, people wanted for murder and rape” and can be used only with a search warrant. He said the federal Homeland Security Act bars him from discussing Hailstorm, but he elaborated at length about what it doesn’t do.
“It’s not a tool to spy on people, unequivocally,” McCabe says. “It does not record cellphone conversations. . . . Hailstorm does not capture personal information on anyone or store unintended target data. It does not take photos of anyone. It doesn’t take videos or fly in the sky. It’s a tool used for criminal investigations and it’s legal and lawful.”
Yes. Who would ever understate the technical capabilities they have, or specifically deny what is obvious or misuse an offical device for an unoffical, off label purpose? Certainly not the cops, and certainly not with DARPA/DHS “snooptech.”™
Deja Vu All Over Again - My little one has some teen (and other) angst going on for a while now, and thinks the path to peace is following the example of the older sibling a few years ago. The whys and whethers and if/when to call in FEMA are for another time
Just to make my job in piloting the Minnow more impossible, my neighbors have elevated the freakshow quotient of the status quo. In good news, Jimmy and Timmy Wang no longer couch surf across the street – they couch surf in Jimmy’s minor daughter’s 1 BR apartment. In bad news, they’re STILL both across the street all the time, to mooch food and beer. And now they’re packing. Continue reading
1.0 x 10 ^1.
Unfuckingbelievable. Who woulda thought this thing would last past the free trial at Blogharbor? Not me. Not my then-wife, but only (partially) because i never told her about it.
Now we’re a business and a media empire (as much as a blastocyst is a president or Justin Bieber
can spell is an insightful curator of the human condition).
And yet, I missed the anniversary. It began February 16, 2004.
Missing it may be because we had two weeks of, uh, revised domestic scheduling, leading to lots of IRL pursuits and frolics. And late hours of Warcrack. And time with my IRL children. And way too many carbs.
The very first post, as I recall, was “I need to sneeze.” [Ed.: Second, according to our fact checkers. We killed that long ago, but the first first one is still here, albeit redated.] We were Gene Simmons before Gene Simmons was Gene Simmons and before a Twitter(er) ever twatted.
— Gene Simmons (@genesimmons) February 19, 2014
That was on “Everybody and the Girl,” which I meant to call “Everybody and their dog” after some line in a movie. No, it was not intentionally porn, although we did repost porn for a little while.
Why porn? Because we could! Woo hoo intertubes!!!
Because that name was stupid, we renamed it Brain Farts on Acid. More accurate, except for the acid part. Then, I remembered a letter I got from before there was a site. One last name change and a pricey domain later and here we’ve been ever since.