So we have that Mancow in the Morning show here and sometimes I listen to it on the way to work if I don’t feel like putting a cd in for the 5 minute drive.
Today that genius of a man was going off on something about how the country of Israel was the spiritual center of the world and that’s why people hated it.
I believe one of the things he said was:
“That’s why Hitler wanted to destroy Israel so bad.”
Um.
Yeah.
Wonder what will happen if the major pharmaceutical companies can’t cash in on this.
Here he is.
This is the guy I want to win this year:
No, seriously. He made it to Hollywood. AND the boy can sing!
He’s got music in his soul – like Taylor did.
He’s the best I’ve seen so far because of that.
Of course there are others I kind of liked as well:
That one round faced freshly scrubbed guy, Sundance Head, sang well also and has a stupid name so it would be fun to vote for him too.
There also was Matt Sato, the sweet gay boy with the nose zit who really touched me. Awwwww.
And there’s Chris Sligh.
He sings pretty well. He’s fat and has wild curly hair.
And he’s funny.
He wants to be the American idol to make David Hasselhoff cry.
Unfortunately he’s also all jesusjesusjesuomgsingpraiseandworshipjesusjesus.
But none of those seemed to really have the music inside them.
So… CASTRO BOY FTW!
(If any of them actually make it into the top 24, that is. Oh, and there’s still one more bad audition show.)
So the other night Rick was holding Busey and got a load of birdy crap on his hand. He passed the birdy over to me to go clean up as I said “Yeah, he took a big old dump on me this morning”.
And Busey said “HA HA HA”.
He’s singing the “pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty biiiiirDEEEE” song now.
So, I wasn’t going to do it this year.
I mean, after my grey haired retarded boy winning last year and putting out an album that’s only 40% shit on the shitty “recording contract”, I figured that I had reached the pinnacle of my addiction as far as American Idol was concerned.
Plus, the Burning Crusade came out.
But, unfortunately, Blizzard Entertainment has its head up its ass and the “working as intended” seems to mean that the server is crashing every ten minutes.
So I watched it. And it was funny. But I might just be over my addiction.
We will see.
One thing though…
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS IS THE DAY DOING ON AN M&MS COMMERCIAL???????
What. The. Fuck. Has Matt Johnson pulled a Bono?
That was probably the single most disgusting thing that has every happened on the teevee.
I feel dirty.
Oh my god. I haven’t smelled that much B.O. since the all-night anime room at the sci-fi con.
Robert Anton Wilson has died.
Thank you, Galen, for introducing me to the great man so many years ago.
I have no idea where to beging to eulogize a man whose works have played such a big part in the definition of my woldview.
I won’t say the “forming” of my worldview, because Uncle Bob didn’t really do that to people. He just explained the things that you already had inside of you in a way that made you say “Oh yeah, that’s it!” . Heh. Eureka!
For those who have never heard of the man – go find a copy of Illuminatus! if you’re a fiction buff, or Prometheus Rising if you prefer non-fiction.
See ya later, RAW! Hope wherever you’ve gone to you can see the fnords and they still can’t eat you!
Hail Eris!
“Goodbye, you magnificent bastard. You join the ranks of Bill Hicks, Frank Zappa, and Hunter S. Thompson: for decades frustrated malcontents like me will be saying, “You know who we really need now?” and thinking of you.”
– Anonymous comment from the RAW Data blog.
I think I’m going to start posting some guides to the internets.
Today at work I found out that someone I work with didn’t know what youtube is. And I won’t even go into some of the people in my WoW guild and their lack of internets savvy. WTF, guys?
We’ll start off simple:
RULE 34 OF THE INTERNETS
Rule 34: If it exists, there is porn of it. No exceptions.
I think we’ll tackle the classic shock sites next.
