Dr. Gene Ray, Cubic continues to enlarge the quotation rotation with more hits:
“ONEism is demonic Death Math. I have so much to teach you, but you ignore me you evil asses.”
“Your opposite eyes were moved to 1 corner to overlay for single perspective, but that corrupts your Opposite Brain. Hey how about making a donation to Gene Ray, 2580 Highland Pointe Dr. Cumming, Georga 30041.”
Someone needs to work on improving the excuse machine.
Juan Arreola was looking after his girlfriend’s 2-year-old son one day. He punched the son twice, and undoubtedly did a bit more. The kid ended up with bruises over his face and back, plus some brain bleeding and was taken to the hospital.
His stated reason for beating up the 2-year-old?
When Northampton County Judge F.P. Kimberly McFadden asked Arreola Friday if that’s how he regularly treated 2-year-olds, he replied: “I was working till midnight. I’m not a morning person.”
[Hot and allegedly hot female day, post 5]
Last week, we had a bit of discussion about the drug lordess Sandra Avila Beltrán (half of it about whether she was hot). Chessloser had this bit to add: “i can picture her in tight leather pants, boots, and a machine gun…rrraaawwwrrrr…”
I thought that imagery wasn’t bad, so I put my journeyman’s ability in 3D art to work. It’s not actually Beltrán herself–my skills are too poor to simulate someone’s facial structure, and it would have taken time that I don’t have anyway. The leather is very unconvincing and it seems odd to have metallic boots. Nonetheless, I have no time to redo it. Click on the pic for a wallpaper-size (1280×960) version.
[Hot and allegedly hot female day, post 3]
Say hi to Kari, everyone!
Kari 3.1’s really great, because I don’t have to worry about stuff like buying flowers, deciding on a restaurant, or being bugged about when we’re getting married. Meeting Kari was easy; it’s not like I had to go out and meet anyone, spend time getting to know her, then have the guts to ask her out. Plus I have full control over her personality, appearance and actions. Er…
(BTW, I’m not really using this program. If anyone wants to give it a whirl, let us know how it is.)
Hot and allegedly hot female day, post 2.
I realize this won’t appeal to those who think females automatically become ugly after age 39. For those of us with more taste, read (and see) on.
Several months ago, Ségolène Royal ran for the French presidency, and lost. She made a point to flaunt her femininity and charm, and undoubted earned herself a few percent of the vote based on that alone.
In Argentina, Cristina Fernández de Kirchner will be running for the presidency. Unlike Ségolène, she’s acutally favored to win. I have no idea what her views are or whether she’d make a competent president. I do know that other heads of state wouldn’t mind having closer relations with Argentina if she gets elected.
In the United States, our potential female head of state is Hillary Clinton, who is somewhat lacking in the woman-ness department. I heard she showed cleavage once. Her picture is not shown because she’s not even allegedly hot. Well, except Joe D seems to like her.
Sunday night, for some odd reason, I kept stumbling on pictures of babes and alleged babes. So, today would be perfect for a hot and allegedly hot female day, where every post will have a cheesecake pic of some chick! [The Mascot says: It's about time you took one of my recommendations.] Right, and it’s utterly sexist. But the readership is about 63% male*, so…sorry if you’re a girl and want me to do a hot guy day, it ain’t happening. Post beefcake pictures on your own blog. First up: Spanish ball girl
And, um, yeah, you can see her boobs. I mean, just the top half. OK, so probably I’m going to shut up and let the pictures do the talking for the most part today. [The Mascot says: Once you figure out that people don't read the blog for what you have to say, the better the content will be.]
The 6-0 Patriots are far better than the 0-6 Dolphins, and it’s hard not to expect a certain result. But I didn’t expect the Dolphins to look worse than Baylor. Shrimpy white guy Wes Welker already has another 100 yard receiving game (Randy Moss does too) as the Patriots lead 42-7. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention it’s only halftime. Please continue to enjoy the 2nd half, Derek, BDK, and Greg.
It’s telling when the radio guys at halftime are focusing on the positives for the Fins: they were happy the team was able to trade Chris Chambers for a second round pick this week. (They forgot Ronnie Brown is having a good game, with 66 yards running.)
On the other hand, it’s never been a great time to be a Texans fan. They’re down 22-7 at halftime.
Jason Whitlock’s article yesterday was his typical evisceration of the hip hop culture, complaining how NFL players living the hip hop culture are hurting the game, and in particular the future of blacks in the league. Although considering about 70% of the NFL is black compared to 12% of the United States population, one might argue that having too many blacks in the league is a symptom of this nation’s race problems.
Originally, I was about to writing a post eviscerating him back (titled “Jason Whitlock is whiter than me”), but then there’s the list of recent Super Bowl champions:
1997: Denver Broncos
1998: Denver Broncos
1999: St. Louis Rams
2000: Baltimore Ravens
2001: New England Patriots
2002: Tampa Bay Buccaneers
2003: New England Patriots
2004: New England Patriots
2005: Pittsburgh Steelers
2006: Indianapolis Colts
So who of these teams had a stand out hot dog or hip hop guy? The Buccaneers had Warren Sapp, and the Ravens had Ray Lewis. That’s all I can think of (some of you more sports-knowledgeable guys may have some additional facts to add). 80% of recent NFL champions did not have a “show-me” guy.
Based on completely anecdotal evidence, maybe there could be something to the really talented self-centered guy hurting the team in subtle (or not-so-subtle) ways. I still lean towards the benefit of the talent outweighs the distraction of the silliness, but don’t really care enough to do any serious research on it.
So now we need to be told more food means more calories? Whoever created the chart accompanying the story must have decided Americans are that bad at math. (To be fair, the story itself seems fine.)
