The King of Pop

In case you just crawled out of a cave in Tikrit the King of Pop died yesterday. When a celebrity especially a house hold name celebrity dies there will always be a high level of media and fan interest. I realize and have accepted the fact that when I die there will be no mass candle light vigils at my hospital, or coverage on CNN, and I'm fine with that.

What I don't understand is the wackadoos who are still gathered at the hospital where he died. They're singing and crying and hugging and doing what ever else wackadoos do. I get that a fan may want to leave some flowers at what ever location the grieving masses have spontaneously decided is now and MJ memorial. But come one, did a pop star who hasn't been relevant in years and has become a disturbing cross between a 70 year old tranny and skeletor really have that much impact on your life that you are so crestfallen that you need to weep with other grieving MJ wackaddos?

On tv they showed a group of 13 year old distraught girls crying and hugging with MJ "we love you MJ" signs. This really preplxed me. These girls would only know the creepy plastic surgery MJ. The MJ that was accused of being a diddler, and who wears a surgical mask and dangles his children over balconies. How did they become fans? And where are their parents? Why are they allowed to gather with wackadoos on a school night.

Didn't see that coming

Better than Benifer?

I used to think Benifer was the best celeb couple name. Especially since it was interchangeable when Ben went From J-lo to Garner. Funny and versatile.

That was replaced with the slightly less creative but equally funny Tomkat. Brangelina is a bit of a stretch. But my new favourite is Gyllenspoon. Gylynhal is funny enough but you add spoon to the mix and hilarity ensues.

Nothing hotter than chicks who pack...

Who said tactical clothing had to be unfashionable.

Sunday TV better than ever?

I think Sunday TV is better than ever. I remember back in the day you were stuck watching golf or Roadhouse on TBS. Now there are so many more channels and so many cool shows. You can watch midgets...err little people going about their daily routine. Or you can watch world class chefs square off in a kitchen stadium, or find out who would win in a battle Ninja's or Spartan's. Makes for a great day of lying on the couch and stuffing your face full of cookies.

30 years old and brawling

Last night at our hockey game a actual fight broke out. Not one with pushing and shoving and cat pawing with your gloves on. A drop the gloves and throw bombs fight. So what right? Happens all the time in hockey.

Not in the lowest division rec hockey league. I've played 4 seasons and have never seen the gloves dropped ever. The best part was it wasn't the team jackass (Ryan) who fought, or the team shit-talker (me) it was the team accountant (Chris). It was worth it to see Chis get crazy red faced angry Chris. Its like the Hulk but red instead of green and less intimidating.

95% of people have nothing to say...

I read an article in the NY times that said 95% of blogs are abandoned. That means out of the 111 million blogs out there over a hundred million people have nothing worthy to contribute. I actually though it would be higher. Like 99.9%.

Got car phone?

Remember when there were car phones? Actual phones mounted and tied to the car? It was so wierd having an actual phone number dedicated to your car.