Sunday, February 28, 2010

Shy Ronnie.

Stumbled across this on Hulu last night. Pretty funny stuff. The video here is cut off, so click on it to be forwarded to the site.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

My Secret is Out.

I actually harness the quality of what so many vigilant folk yearn for. This odd and quite possibly visually [don't get ahead of yourself, Sanchez] frightening, if noticeable, quality that is seemingly useful and necessary to raise alertness in such moments as rape, surprise attacks, horror film-type situations, or even, checking out "hot" babes, or staring directly at the person inline behind you at the bank. Yes, folks...

I have eyes on the back of my head.

Except all it sees is hair. So... there's that.

[note to self: starting to understand why my parents deem me useless]

End of Side B

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Frosted Mini-Rant




What's your favorite cereal? Cool, moving on.

I like to think of myself as a Cereal Connoisseur [sometimes it's all I think about], not because I engage in midnight rendezvous with such nourishment. Not because I can speed read through literature and wacky puzzles on the back. Or because I might have the Lucky Charms marshmallows [before the red balloons] encompassing my belly button as a temporary tattoo at this very moment. Not even because I've collected all 4 micro-machines once [which, btw, I lost]. It is because I have so many choices when it comes down to it. So many favorites. One of those favorites being Frosted Mini-Wheats. So, if you're reading this and have never tasted Frosted Mini-Wheats, please refrain from going on any further because there are spoiler-alerts. So with that said...

*SPOILER ALERT*

They're NOT completely frosted. I know, you're welcome.

I wish they were. Maybe there is a shortage of frosty goodness. Who knows? I love the cereal, I do. It's a great source of Fiber. I just wish they weren't such liars over there at Kellogg's. If they called them Kellogg's Kinda Frosted Mini-Wheats, I would have thought twice before grabbing 3 family-sized boxes at Costco when I don't even have 3 families, let alone ONE. What am I supposed to do with all this Almost Frosted pseudo-goodness? Dowse it with milk until soggy, and make a Nipa Hut out of it? No, because that's exactly what they want you to do, because they're racist.

...Eh, I suppose it won't hurt.

End of Side A