myspace of doom

ok so i know its been awhile since i posted, some of you ... (adam) even tried to kindly remind me to post. well here it is.

i have recently given in to this thing you people call mypace - i have joined you. for shame.

i pre-empted this title about a week before i joined presuming the worst, that i would be subjected to "friends" who i hate, or to have total retarded strangers ask to be my friend then try to steal my organs. so far neither of these two things have happened.

i bite my thumb in waiting.

so far i have found myself just adding friends who i already speak to regularly, i haven't found any old school chums, nor and long lost relative (i know you're all out there you silly fucks).

i have dabbled with making the stupid thing look pretty - a great tute on the net helped with that, but i refuse to go to the extremes of some people and have animated backgrounds and gifs everywhere. i can't bring it upon myself nor be bothered forcing it onto others. i think i will slowly play around with what's possible visually, you know, for the kid's sake.

i can't help but think i have forgotten something else to add.. something important .. something for this week ...

dance dance

so i'm going through a video posting thing atm - i felt this was relevant to my current poll

the llama song

who's hotter: britney spears or the pig from babe?

which one of these two would you most likely prefer to do it with?

think long and hard - each has its own consequences.

post your answer in the comments.

why old people suck

i have been surrounded by old people of late have come to pretty clear conclusion. they suck.

there is definately a generation gap between me and them and even though i play nice and try to look like i care what they are talking about, i do not. old people talk down to me, they explain things for an hour which i already understand even though i tell them this, they go off on tangents that have absolutely nothing to do with the problem at hand and they also have a slight 'smell' about them.

they usually have scary hair problems (see below), like weird foods and favor unflattering clothes. they lick their lips before they kiss, they tell you how they want you to look, they hate your hair and your beard, they hate your baggy pants and your shoes.

they hate our music, they hate our friends. what they hate most of all though is being told what to do by someone younger than them.

what i love to do is tell them what to do.

ear hair

i've been putting this post off for two reasons:

1. i'm lazy
2. i'm really lazy
3. i can't count
f. i didn't want to look up a picture of ear hair

at work there is a guy who i will kindly refer to as 'bob'. bob is in his late 50's i would guess and is a part of the i.t. crew. bob has a problem. a hairy problem.

when i talk to bob i can't help but notice his ear hair .. i mean .. its not a little bit its pretty much an eyebrow inside his ear (don't even start me on his eyebrows). the shit sticks out so far i'm afraid to walk past him out of fear it might touch me.

this leads me to question why he hasn't done anything about it. is it an age thing, does he just not care ... if so why .. what does his wife think?

now i don't know about anyone else but if the hair in my ears outgrows the hair on my head something is wrong and that shit will need to be trimmed - or for those so inclined, waxed out.

slut of the week: iPhone

what can i say, i'm a sucker for shiny new things. too bad i won't be seeing it out my way until 2008.

still if you think about it the japanese have had similar shit to this for the past couple of years .. so it isn't that special ... but it is ... is apple ... everything apple makes is cool ... if i have this i will be cool ... and i want to be cool right ... right? .... RIGHT?

p.s. i'm totally cool about it if someone wants to buy me one for my birthday, totally cool.