themuy

okay, i finally have the archives working. it took me way too long. it wasn’t pretty. i questioned my skill set. i am now a disillusioned web lackey because i can’t figure out how to do stupid blogger archives. oh well, now that they work i will work on making them prettier. thank you. idiot out.
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This sounds oddly familiar: a story about working, or lack thereof.
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It sucks that Benjamin Orr has died. In memory of the man, the muy has posted an mp3 of one of his best songs, Let’s Go. Enjoy.

I know someone who could use this recipe: Succulent Squirrel
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“I remember that look of the officer as he was dragging John Lennon’s body to the back of his patrol car. How he looked at me and cursed me. I never knew what those curse words were but I could see them on his lips. He was very, very angry and upset. A detective came in and he said ‘Mark, I want you to come up and maybe answer a few questions for us. This isn’t like the movies, Mark. Nobody’s going to rough you up.’ That was a very surreal, unreal existence then an utter panic and feeling of just sheer terror and wanting things to go back to the way they were before I had pulled the trigger.”

–Mark David Chapman

There is justice in the world after all: Lennon Killer Denied Parole
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“I’m almost at the battery!” This is a good one, read it: The Battery Story.
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This is you: Naked man flees Wisconsin police
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Does anyone remember the redneck yell, “aoooooooggaaaaa!”? It is performed with a falsetto, kinda like the generic yell given in large crowds or stock car races. Well, I just realized that I don’t hear that much anymore, or maybe it is because I am not often in places where a lot of rednecks congregate. Maybe I should get out more. At any rate, if you know what the hell I am talking about, please let tim and I know by means of the muy’s message board. Aoooooogggaaaaa!!
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If you’ve been watching the Olympics on NBC in the good ol’ US of A, then you have no doubt seen the series of commercials for John Hancock. You know, the ones that show overly dramatic situations that have some vague connection to financial freedom. My favorite of the bunch is the one where a newly separated husband and wife are talking in their kitchen about their problems. It is a vague snippet of their conversation, something about “it’s not about the money” and “(my girlfriend) wants me to move to California.” Basically, their marriage has crumbled and we are the lucky ones who get to eavesdrop on a truly heartbreaking moment. At the end, the wife is telling her (now) ex-husband that he needs to go tell their son what is going on. Yippee!

Every time this commercial comes on, I want to throw my television out the window and move far, far away from the United States. It makes me sick. This commercial uses extremely personal situations for the sake of selling insurance and investment advice. These rat bastards are using fear to sell their product and that makes them the basest of human beings. “If you don’t have a stable financial base, this crap could happen to you. Aren’t you scared? Wouldn’t that suck? Well, don’t worry, we at John Hancock are here to save the day.” Bullshit! Fuck you, John Hancock!

There, I feel better now. We now return to our regularly scheduled program. Thank you.
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‘Soap’ Star Richard Mulligan Dies— I remember watching him portray Burt Campbell on Soap and laughing my ass off. This guy was the master of the “double take.” Remember when he was abducted by aliens? And then the alien impersonated him? That television show kicked ass. And so did Richard Mulligan.
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