December 31, 2004

What is She Doing There?

It's very rare for me to see/hear something that actually makes me spit out what I am drinking. I often hear things that might make me almost choke on what I am attempting to ingest, but it takes a true comic gem for it to actually make it out of my mouth.

Tonight, I was watching VH1. Despite popular belief, VH1 does occasionally air programs other than stupid list shows. The channel has two programs that I actually enjoy watching. The first is I Love the: [insert decade here]. I find it interesting because it provides a year-by-year history of a decade's pop-culture. The second is My Coolest Years. My Coolest Years recalls the high school experiences of a number of "celebrities" and puts them into a number of different categories.

I had the pleasure of watching My Coolest Years: The Dirty Hippies. I had already seen The Jocks & Cheerleaders, The Metalheads, and The Bad Girls (and most of you can just shut up, I'm allowed a guilty pleasure or two), and I had made some popcorn and opened a new Dr. Pepper.

About five or so minutes into the show, I started to take a drink. Popcorn makes you thirsty, after all. Anyway, a person appeared on the screen as I was taking my drink. This person surprised me so much by being in this show (The Dirty Hippies) that most of my Dr. Pepper went into my popcorn bowl.

I saw Ann Coulter.

Yes, you read that correctly. The ultra-neoconservative crazy Republican pit bull and author of conservative propaganda Slander, Treason, and How to Talk to a Liberal (If You Must). Ann Coulter.

I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

I find it incredibly difficult to believe that this woman is a real person.

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December 25, 2004

Happy Holidays

[Insert cheesy "Reason for the Season" or "Why I Love Christmas" post here]


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December 21, 2004

'Tis the Season, Part 2

For some reason, I have been feeling incredibly antisocial lately. I have been basically staying in my room reading, doing crosswords, and playing Silent Hill 3.

My parents have already had some friends and relatives over, but I only came out of my room to say hello, to get food, and to say goodbye. I am not looking forward to Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at all. I'll be spending those three days at three different Christmas celebrations (two with family, one with family friends). If still in my current mood, I may accidentally bite off someone's head.

Happy holidays.

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December 15, 2004

'Tis the Season

I approve. (Warning: Cartoon violence implied.)

Of course, I don't believe everyone hates Christmas music as much as I do.

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December 14, 2004

Oh, the Irony. . .

Can anybody explain to me why a certain ultra-neoconservative (who shall remain nameless) is delighted that, by the time he has children, he will be able to select their sex beforehand?

This makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. The guy is opposed to gay marriage, abortion, democrats, and anything other than his own views, but somehow he is excited to play god with his offspring.

Silly inconsistent neocons, you bring so much pain humor into my day.

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