Hung like a wookie...

I've decided that now the titles of these posts don't have to have anything at all to do with the posts themselves. Cause really, what's the damned point of giving away what i'm going to talk about in the first line. I want to keep you in suspense, hooked, draw you in and let you go when i'm done. You're screwed you have to listen to me now if you want to know what this post is going to be about. See, you know, once i've realized that you're probably going to read the whole thing once you're in this far, I can just ramble on and on and on and on and on and on and on...so for my noble following, I shall begin the rant :)

The new thing I realized I can't stand to day are people that hold signs on street corners. I saw this one guy with a sign that said "Bring Our Troops Home" and sure I agree with him, but that doesn't mean I like him holding up the sign. I was thinking, I should walk up to him and say, no, leave them there, we should add more guys, leave none of them home, send them all abroad. Or something like that. I might have felt a bit like a jackass, but it's still better than being the schmuck holding the sign. I think I'm gonna get sign made up that says "I hate pedestrians" and hold it up while walking thru crosswalks for hours on end. Sure, again, i'd feel like a jackass, but still better than being someone holding a serious sign. The other ideas for signs would be "People can read suck" or "Reading this sign causes impotence". And think if it really did. You know you would send it to that guy you hate (an ex or a good friend's ex or your mortal enemy, whatever). I mean, what better revenge than causing impotence. That would be absolute torture and I personally don't even want to imagine it.

The other thing that I'm realizing (watching cartoon network) is just how cracked out a whole lot of commercials and/or cartoons are. They really don't worry about looking sane, they just do what they do. I mean, think about the fruity pebbles commercials. Fred puts more money into stopping his best friend from taking his damned pebbles than he does around his car, tv or the rest of the house in general. And there was one where barney steals his car to get the pebbles, and what does fred scream you ask? is it "give me back my car you danish prick?" (and yes, he is danish, i mean, just look at that nose and the hair and the fact he's blond, etc.) or "just take the fucking cereal and give me back the damned car"? no, it's "Give me back my fruity pebbles", i mean, really, "give me back my fruity pebbles", is that the best he can come up with? Really, are they that important? they're just fucking fruity damned pebbles, i figure he can definitely afford to replace them. The real question is why can't barney afford his own? I mean, he has a house, car, wife. He could definitely get a few boxes for betty. I mean, she was played by Rosie O'Donnel in the movie, and I don't know how many boxes i could get for her, but i have a feeling it's more than the 3 in the car he stole. And grand theft auto doesn't come as a charge for selling your wife. And then the car, there are at least a few thousand bowls for that, and then the house, well, i won't even go there. But really, if he's so poor he can't afford that cereal, then he should just sell the car, the house, drop betty off at the corner of ponce and monroe, and call it a life. Honestly.

That gets me wondering, and yes that does mean trouble, what they would have called ponce in a prehistoric times. I mean, would it have been some other explorer? Like "jim of cave 51" ave. or maybe it would be something simple like "that guy" dr. or "random explorer type that came here first before we learned to write things down so we don't know his name" blvd. I think those are all perfectly viable names for it. Juniper still would have been the same name though, so we could still find the intersection to drop her off at.

Well, I'm running out of ideas for today, and i have work later, so i'm gonna stop typing now, so live with it.