Smartass Radio | Weekly Podcast | Daily Blog |
I have a job interview tomorrow, so the beard had to go. If I get the job, I’m faily certain I’ll grow it back, but until then, I’m stuck looking like Christopher Lowell.
He is one handsome bastard.
In any case, what do you, the Internet think of me beard or no beard?
[singlepic id=233 w=320 h=240 float=center]
[poll id="7"]
[ad]
I like to have a good time! If you can’t stomach that fact, then it’s high time you got on out of here, because that, my friend, is an unquestionable truth. I like to have a good time. DJ likes to have a good time. Peter Paul Marsh III (American Hero) loves to have a good time. Of course, Chachi likes having a good time. Frank can have a good time. Even Patty, that old, puritanical, straight-laced lesbo, likes to have a good time sometimes. Everyone here at SmartassRadio likes to have a good time. Essentially, having a good time is what we’re all about.
When you’re having a good time you don’t want to be making decisions. And if you do need to make a decision, you want to make it fast. Still, sometimes making a decision can be difficult. Especially, when that decision involves the good time you are about to have.
Imagine the scenario: You’re standing in your kitchen getting ready to party. You are just on the brink of it, and you can smell the good times ahead. Then two of your best buddies walk in. One says: “Yo man, you ready to go bananas?” and the next says, “Hey bro, you want to go hog wild?” What are you going to choose?
Filbert doesn’t do either.
I get a ton of subscription emails from AdAge.com. I was told it would help in my Advertising Campaign Management class this semester, and gee whiz it has. It’s also opened my eyes to a world of marketing I’ve never known – that of test marketing. Today I opened up an email and quickly read something about a new McDonald’s Big Mac. Now, I don’t know about you, but to me the Mac is one of those rare sandwiches for which I will occasionally actually get an attack. Coincidentally, Roy linked me to the following picture about five days ago:
Take a good long look, my friends. You’re laying eyes not a Big Mac, but Japan’s MEGA MAC.
I was reading some Bill Faulkner today and was thinking about how terrible it would be to be someone else’s slave. I already have trouble doing things for myself. If my job was to fulfill the demands of someone else as well, I would have to file for unemployment. Except, too bad, I can’t because I’m a slave.
Now the idea that being a slave is not the best has been said again and again. It’s an idea that has been pounded into the social-consciousness since, I would say, at least 1989. As I continued to read this Faulkner novel (I should note that the people in Faulkner’s book were servants, not slaves, but I would still not be jumping at the opportunity to be a servant), I tried to think of things that could make being a slave even worse. Why I decided to think this, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I saw Saw IV last night and my mind has just been turning everything more tortuous. I came up with a couple options. One: you get impregnated by someone who is not a slave, but is a total dick, preferably the town sheriff. That would make matters much worse, but I can’t get pregnant, at least not with the technology available in slave-times. (Side-note: A really terrible themed restaurant would be one that follows the basic format of Medieval Times but is called Slave Times). Two: If I were a slave, but I also had a very developed case of alcoholism.
Someone is dying for a Margarita.
I hate Bob Dylan‘s music. I really really do. To me, it sounds like the ramblings of an idiot on salvia. There is absolutely nothing musically redeeming to me and I hate the way every birkenstock wearing jackass at my school believes him to be a god of some sort. You want real music that truly speaks to your meaningless life? Go listen to the four albums after Piano Man and before Glass Houses in the Billy Joel catalogue, you witless Long Island scum. But enough about them. I now love Bob Dylan, douchebag neighbor.
All bitching aside, I do love this song and video.
As we continually try to expand our horizons here at SAR, we are forced to socially network constantly. As such, we set up this kickass twitter account. The background pic is of my good friend Quinn, doing his best Kip Winger circa 1990 (sorry, dude it was too sweet to not use). If you have an account please follow us, I try to update whenever I have something to say that just isn’t long enough for a full blog post (ie. sick links, or funny thoughts/quotes exchanged between me and Roy). It’s also a good place to get updates about events related to the site – upcoming interviews, in-progress interviews/shows/whatever.
Check out the dudes I’m following as well – metalsucks and metalinquisition are both excellent blogs and their tweeting habits defintely reflect that.
