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Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
Spliff...you've smoked too many of your name. I never said I listened to Foxx on satellite radio. I said I saw various shows play the segment, but it was hard to understand with everyone talking over each other. I love his talent. He was great on Living Colour, and great in Ray. The military movie he did was lame, as were a number of his other films. But he's got talent, that's for sure. Never watched wrestling in my life. Although, for some reason that my family can't figure out, my mother was in love with a guy named Rowdy Roddy Piper, who wore a kilt. And, my moms not Scottish or anything, she just loved listening to that guy talk, on some show he did before wrestling matches in the 80s. And, I'll admit when the stars do things I enjoy. For example, Hulk Hogan told a story I loved. His manager called him with this offer that he turned down. It was to do a grill, with his name attached. His manager also manages George Foreman, so when Hogan turned it down, they went to big ol' George. He signed the deal, and promplty made over $150 million dollars (because the celeb was to get a percentage of the grills sold, too). Hogan, of course, regrets that. Now, had I said that Hogan should do ads for Rogain, then you can call me a hater. As for Ovod...was I in your cab yesterday? If you want to defend these two idiots, I'll listen. It always amazes me that people get so fired up about me using the word "idiot" that their immediate response is to call me one. Someone please explain to me, why Jamie or Hulk, weren't idiots in these situations?— April 16, 2009 10:27 a.m.
La Mesa's Magical Oasis...
What a great read. It almost made me want to go there, until I realized....it's La Mesa (hehehehehehe). I once let my dog get on the computer to correct an error some writer made about his breed. But he just crapped on my chair, and his response looked like adkfjeowif aeifj03fj 093 fjjefiej0jfvijdvkasdfkavokviaiog ida iadjgioddfdjf. He sticks with his chew toys now. Anyway, lallaw...when you see an area like that, whether it's La Mesa, or I see houses I love in the North Park/University Heights area, that just look so interesting. I always wonder if a filmmaker knew about the area, because they would work well for period pieces (like that last Leo DiCaprio film). I did once talk to a guy...and that was his job. He was a location person for Rob Reiner. He told me he flew into towns, to find locations for filming of movies. Talk about a cool job!— April 15, 2009 8:18 p.m.
The Loss of "Cool"
What an incredible read. First off, you are still cool. Otherwise, you would've never thought to write the phrase "I'm still happenin' in the midwest." That, right there, solidifies your cool. And since when did kids start dictating what is and isn't cool? I remember 10 years ago, maybe longer, when I first heard the youngsters say "phat" to mean cool. I thought it was stupid then, as it is now. So, you don't just start using the current idiotic vernacular that just happens to be in vogue. I remember when thongs were "flip flops", but once everyone starts using it the other way (kinda like how my grandmother lamented the loss of her word "gay" for something fun), you just have to bow your head and concede defeat. I know the exact point all my friends stopped being cool (although, I think I haven't gone down that path, although my girlfriend claims I have, when I try to diss rappers, she claims I sound like the old angry white guy). But, with my buddy Bill, we were 20, playing basketball, and a huge argument started with some black guys. On the way home, he made the comment about them going to listen to some MC Hammer. Now, MC Hammer was already a few years past being hip at that point. Hell, he probably was when that song was still lingering on the charts. His brother Joe, was always the coolest, funniest, hippiest cat in the room. We had so many double-dates, where I got lucky just because of his coolness. He played guitar, made up songs on the spot for waitresses, and was a blast. He lost his cool when he got married, had 3 kids, and told me he hated the movie I recommend he and his wife watch (it was Swingers). Sorry. Don't like that movie, I pull your cool card, baby. And I think movies and music are the keys. Not jeans that show butt crack or shoes with rollerskates. But, if you can at least get into a few of the current bands (no matter what genre music), and current movies, without saying "What happened to great actors like Cary Grant, or Steve McQueen?" Well, then you still got your hipness (although, if you're 50 and have a pony tail and talk like a hippie/yuppie hybrid, you so aren't cool)— April 15, 2009 8:13 p.m.
Old People Driving (nails into their face)
Update: Someone on this site just informed me that an 86-year-old drove thru a dentists office. It was ruled an accident. I'm guessing he was just in a hurry to pick up his new teeth.— April 15, 2009 8 p.m.
Water-Drinking, Tokyoites, Fart-Eating
MA...what was so horrible about that radio contest you mention, was the told listeners that they'd have to come in and the one that could drink the most water, without going to the bathroom, would win a wii (they played off a phrase that they thought was clever "wee for a wii", or some such thing). And, one of the producers told the DJs it wasn't safe. Then a nurse that was listening, called in and said it wasn't safe. To which the DJs laughed and said something along the lines of "Oh well, we won't get sued. They all signed waivers." And lastly, the woman was complaining of a headache, while on the air! But, one thing that should be noted in your answer. You mention the "8 glasses a day" that doctors had been touting for years. Well, they have come out and said that is wrong. They say now that basically, you should drink when you're thirsty. Although, a handful of doctors have said that if you become thirsty, you're already dehydrated, and you should never let your body get to that point. But back to the 8 glasses a day: they weren't counting the fact that you get water in other things (foods, juices, etc), and so 8 glasses isn't as necessary as they initially speculated.— April 15, 2009 4:12 p.m.
Retail Therapy
Jennifer also added to her piece: None of that crap made me feel better, look better, nor did it transform me into a better person, but you don't have to take life lessons from the pasty girl in the Target clothes. india.arie puts it way better than I ever could: I've drawn a conclusion, it's all an illusion, confusion's the name of the game / A misconception, a vast deception / Something's gotta change. Watch india.arie perform live in Sophie @ 103.7's Lounge, Saturday April 18th at 3pm on www.radiosophie.com— April 15, 2009 4 p.m.
Mayday in April
Another thing, anti...regarding "typos", I've told my story before about blogs and how I don't research or spell check them. I took court reporting classes for a year, and one of the things they teach you is that words are spelled the way they sound. Cat, becomes Kat. things like that. So, when typing, I think of the word parachute, want to abbreviate it to "chute", but am not even thinking about the spelling of what it would be, just what it sounds like, so my fingers type "shoot".— April 15, 2009 1:20 a.m.
Shamrocks and Cotton Patches
Yes, that's B.K. And, I was surprised he didn't tell me that story, as I was asking him for some crazy moments as security. Although, maybe he wasn't thinking that, as he was a neighbor, not doing "security" at that moment. But geez, isn't that footage insane? That one guy just starts throwing some hardcore punches. It was funny watching it with my girlfriend, because she sometimes claims I'm racist, so we have this running joke where if I meet a black person...whether that's on the basketball court or at a party, I say "Hey...I have a new black friend, I can't be racist." And, I had such an interesting conversation with B.K. that I said that to her regarding him. So, when we were watching and that clip came on, I said "Hey...there's B.K." I didn't really think it was him. Just a brother with dreads. Then they said his name and we both started laughing.— April 15, 2009 1:19 a.m.
Happy Tummy
Thanks for the kind words, SD. mike, I already feel bad that it may appear that I hijacked Barbs thread, when that wasn't my intend. Email me and I'll give ya the story.— April 15, 2009 1:16 a.m.
Happy Tummy
David, I was just trying to be funny. The best lasagne I ever had was with Paul McCartney and his (now) ex-wife. No animal products used what so ever. But, I have seen countless times, where a vegan made a meal, and it tasted kinda funky. SDaniels, I don't cook. So when I go to pot lucks or parties and bring something, I either pick up a dish or I trek to my moms and have her cook something up. No harm in that, is there?— April 14, 2009 6:49 p.m.