My favourite thing aboot the spring and summer months is the BBQ. There is nothing more relaxing than being in someone's backyard, with a pile of meat on the grill, a ton of alcoholic beverages, and your nearest and dearest shooting the shit. Even when they aren't near or dear, strangers are always good for a few yucks as well. A friend of mine took bratwurst, let them soak in beer for a day, and then threw them on the grill with a few onions and some butter. They were delightful.
When I had kibitzed aboot the Sunday morning show last week, Meet the Press being a must watch goes without saying. One of the Presidential candidates was on yesterday and it's amazing how much more you can learn aboot them, where they stand, and what they think when they are talking for sixty minutes instead of sixty seconds. Some issues require a degree of nuance that you can't get in a sound byte. Plus, Tim Russert is the best interview on television. Hopefully he doesn't say anything to piss off Rev. Sharpton that will get him fired.
The funniest line of the week so far: "We need to send her brother whey protein. Apparently they don't have GNC's in Baghdad.
I wake up every Sunday morning so I can go to church and pray, but after some of my Saturday nights things just don't turn out that way. I think even the Good Lord; He understands that I'm at that point in my career. I don't sell a lot of records, but they sure sell a lot of beer. Hey, hey, what's your favorite song? Hey, hey, everybody sing along. We're just one big redneck family, at least while we're in here. I don't sell a lot of records but I sure sell a lot of beer.
My hair is just long enough to where I can enjoy having the wind blow through it, but not so long that it's blowing in my face. I like to drive fast down a stretch of open road, with the radio and the wind loud enough that I can't hear myself singing, so I can't hear how bad I am. I was belting out Toby Keith yesterday, and it was good.
Speaking of BBQing, nothing beats the smell of burgers grilling over charcoal.
Eighteen percent approval rating? I'll give you eighteen percent of my foot in your ass.
Why can't I believe in equality for women, yet still think that Hillary Clinton couldn't be anymore transparent if she were invisible? I watched the debates this week and when she bought up her and "Bill" going to Columbine you could almost hear her saying to herself, "Dramatic pause, try and look upset." If you want to call me biased, that's fine. I know when I appear on the Sunday morning shows, it won't be with a (D) next to my name. But at least with Barrack Obama or John Edwards I get the sense that they have a vision for America. With Hillary Clinton, I think she just wants to be President.
Now that I've discovered the wonderful world of bit torrents, I've been catching up on my "UFC All Access," which is the show hosted by the oh so purty Rachelle Leah that focuses on different UFC fighters and how they train. Rich Franklin gets the award for most insane weight training routine. He goes non stop (you usually rest for a minute or two between exercises), and after and hour has done 1,500 reps. In comparison, I just got back from the gym, working out for a little over and hour and I only do aboot 450-500 reps. That's why he's the "Ace" and I'm just a blogger.
If there's one thing I miss aboot working in the mall, it's that first day in Spring where the weather is just warm enough for all the girls to decide it's time to take out the clothes that shows off the goods. It's like they have a hotline that tells them "Ok girls, it's sunny out. It's time for everyone to start showing off the goods." And oy vey, do they show off the goods! They hit the malls and the beaches in the shorty shorts and the tops that make you say, "huh huh...boobs." God bless America.
I'm still waiting for a good day. I think I've held this long enough. I think it's safe to tell you some things. It's not just what you say to people and it's not the way you look at me. It's the way you present yourself for all your worst critics to see. And it feels like I'm at an all-time low, slightly bruised and broken from our head on collision.
One good thing to come out of the debates was that more people are talking aboot Joe Biden. Now he just needs to overtake Edwards as the number 3 person...and pray to God that Al Gore doesn't decide to run.
Don't forget to mark your calendars: NO PANTS DAY is this Friday.
The quote of the week goes to Mamba Magazine who, in a blog post aboot ho's (don't panic, they're allowed), said "[Russell Simmons] claims that rappers talk about women this way as a reflection of poverty but lets not pretend that overpriced Phat Farm hoodies helps eliminate poverty and materialism in the world." You should make Mamba Magazine your friend.
