Butterflies
Month: August 2011
Reality.
Destroyed. Underwear.
According to the airport
Women are three times more full of shit than men, because that’s the current ratio of men’s rooms there as opposed to women’s. America’s busiest airport? Maybe. America’s busiest restrooms-definitely. Lines for the bathroom like a fucking night club.
This would amuse me greatly
It all started with a story about a baseball commentator who used the word “sissy” on the air, when a baseball player didn’t steal a base when the situation was pretty much begging him to do such. Innocent enough, perhaps a little too opinionated for a baseball broadcast, but “sissy” is an age-old innocuous jab that still gets the point across to a PG audience.
Or so we thought.
The LGBT comes marching on in, with their metaphorical torches and pitch forks, calling for this commentator’s head because he used the term “sissy,” and according to their manifesto of bullshit, it’s apparently a derogatory term used to describe “them.” I didn’t realize lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and transgendered people were all one and the same.
Long story short, the commentator had to publicly apologize for doing his job, despite probably not meaning it, which is completely fine with me, mostly to get the LGBT to get off his back and STFU. All because he said the word “sissy.”
Pussification of America: Umbrellas on sunny days
Working in the city, I see my fair share of people walking around on the streets, as feet are the economically logical, and often times the most efficient way to get from point A to point B, inside of a city. Other times, it’s street rats who can’t afford cars, and have no other alternative methods of travel, but that’s a different story.
It doesn’t take a genius to know that for the second year in a row, it’s pretty much been the hottest fucking summer ever. But unlike last year, which was mostly just numerous 100-degree weather days, at least is the case here in Georgia, it’s just crippling humidity, day-in, and day-out. Regardless of how it’s the hottest fucking summer ever this year, one thing that remains the same is the fact that there have been their share of really, really beaming sunny days.
In light of such sunlight, I’ve noticed that people nowadays are equipping themselves with umbrellas, in order to walk around in the daytime. Seriously?
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No turning back now
I am officially signed up for Run For Your Lives. I will be in the 1:00PM wave, and I am hoping to survive this ordeal with at least one health flag intact. I have no intention of failure for this event.
I have been talking this up to many friends lately, as I would greatly love to experience an event like this with others, and not solely by myself. That being said, if anyone would like to join my starting wave, it is the 1:00PM wave. Regardless, I have full intention of hanging out afterward, to see what the Apocalypse Party is all about.
So to reiterate, I’d love to have some companions on this arduous 5K quest through zombie-infested woods. 1:00PM starting wave, register and join me run motherfuckers. I haven’t looked forward to something on this magnitude in a long, long time.
Great idea for a new movie
This past weekend, I found myself watching some movies, which included Rubber, and Sucker Punch. Despite the fact that both movies have absolutely nothing in common in terms of plot, setting, eras, or even actors, I found out that they actually have one gigantic thing in common: Neither of the movies made any fucking sense. I guess you could also say they had some other things in common, like that they both stunk, and were both disappointing.
But I’m not going to lie, I did find it somewhat thought provoking, the essential premise of Rubber, that there is an awareness inherently that there is a ton in the world around us that exists and/or happens for absolutely no reason at all. Sucker Punch, however, was a piece of shit, that if not for the obvious eye candy of Emily Browning parading around in a 13-year old’s wet dream, and in the like-minded sarcastic, unimpressed company in which I watched it with, I probably wouldn’t have bothered to sit through.