Saturday, May 29, 2010


There is something disappointing when it takes longer to board the flight than it does to actually fly somewhere. It's like seeing a cold beer after a long day and finding out it's a Pabst. Or meeting an insanely hot woman only to find out that her name used to be Ted. 

Hell in a Handbasket

If I don't have a handbasket, what do I go to hell in? laptop bag? Bathtub? Email attachment? No, that wouldn't work. Hell probably has a really good spam filter.

Monday, May 03, 2010

The Awesome Satan

I'm not comfortable with America being referred to as the "Great Satan." First off it implies that somewhere out there is a mediocre Satan, and I'm sure whoever that is...Canadia, New Zealand, whatever, doesn't appreciate the comparison. But second, If I'm going to be referred to as a Satan, I'd rather prefer The Awesome Satan.