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Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Just checked out her myspace as well. Yikes! You likes yourself some metal, huh? I like Megadeth well enough. That's the thing about metal. I think you can still have catchy songs. And, Metallica just didn't have enough of them. On a side note, how can you say "Coke or Pepsi, who cares?" If you're a Suicidal Tendencies fan, you have to go Pepsi. By the way, my friend worked for them for five years or so. If you want anything signed by them, let me know and I'll get it for ya.— March 16, 2009 12:13 a.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Well, demon brings up good points. Regarding the make-up, I like many bands that have worn make-up (not just female bands like Liz Phair or Runaways), but the glam bands of the 70s, to current bands like Louis XIV. And, since metal isn't the genre of music I prefer, it is bad for me to knock a band in that field. I do think, however, documentaries can tell you a lot (not the Michael Moore kind). Because, you watch the interaction, and you can really tell their characters. Although, it's more important (in my opinion), for them to be cool to than fans than each other. And it sounds like they do that.— March 16, 2009 12:08 a.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
And Magic...who are some of the names in that black book? Oh yeah...another story. My friend Bonnie, one of the coolest chicks around, had a friend I met once. It was around the fire pit of their huge backyard, and he starts setting up a 10 foot hooka pipe. All he talks about are hooka pipes, and how much he knows about all the kinds of tobaccos. He ends up being a real nice guy, in his early 20s, but I thought he was a d*****bag at first, that could only talk about the pipes. Well, I finally met his wife. She took the cake. And when I told Bonnie how annoying she was, I was told previous stories that knocked my socks off. She went to England for 6 months, and everything out of her mouth was "they don't do it that way back in the U.K." Or "That isn't proper. I learned in England, the proper way to do that." Even them making Christmas cookies. She said, "You aren't putting the sprinkles on those right." My girlfriend thinks I talk too much smack about people. But I told her it's cathartic, and if I didn't, I'd just be telling every single person I met, what an incredible doofus they were.— March 15, 2009 11:59 p.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
Great stories! I can just never figure out why OTHERS don't call people on their crap. Regarding the "exchanging numbers"...when I read Barbarellas column from a month ago, I couldn't figure out why she cared that her friend and Ollie became roommates, after she suggested it. Even though she was kinda joking, it makes you realize, a lot of people don't like their friends to become friends with their other friends. I love it! Then they all know each other. And they can go hang out and do things I might find boring, or see movies I might think suck. I was friends with a woman, since age 16. I was in her wedding when I was 25. And, we're no longer friends. All she ever did, was make fun of me going to SDSU, and dating "sluts that were just party chicks" while going there. She was nice, too. But when she moved to Colorado for a job at a university, she sent me a nasty letter for not sending her a birthday gift. When the gifts I gave her were always her favorites (so she said). At her wedding, she kept pulling me aside saying "Isn't this the best wedding you've ever been to?" It was extravegent. A big band playing, a bag piper for the Scottish side of his family, great cigars. But the fact that she felt the need to say that, like it's all a competition. So, when they popped out a kid, and he was the worst child I'd ever seen, I told her how she has to work on him behaving at restaurants. She went off on me about that. THen, we went to visit a friend of mine that's a professor at Berkley. The kid was so bad, and she wouldn't take him out of the restaurant, even after I asked her. We had a huge fight about it, and it ended our friendship. I said, "It's funny how you could knock everything I did, but the one thing I try to correct you on...your kid that's worse than Damien from The Omen, you freak out." Those may have been the last words I said to her.— March 15, 2009 11:55 p.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
Well, when he would be mean to her, she'd cry. I always told her to stand up for herself. If he made fun of her weight, she should make fun of his receeding hairline. If he calls her stupid, she could throw it right back at him (there was a time during a Trivial Pursuit game, he pronounced all the big words/names wrong). She finally did this, and told him to treat her better. That lasted a month. On his birthday, she had no clue wha to get him (and he wouldn't pretend to like something he didn't). I took her to a baseball card shop, as I knew he collected baseball cards, and I knew which players he liked. She said it was the first time she gave him a gift he liked. Well, his wife started hanging out with this woman that was a jerk. There would be dinner parties, and she'd make rude comments towards me. I often ignored it or laughed it off. But one day, I asked the wife for this womans phone number. I was going to ask why she was such a b****. She didn't want to give me the number, as she wasn't sure how it would go down. I said, "It's better that we discuss it over the phone, and not have a fight like that in front of kids." Still...no number. So, I went into her phone book when she wasn't looking, and took the number out of there and called. That ended our friendship. But, Bill and I would still play basketball together. I was just getting sicker and sicker of his stupidity. We once debated why he was voting for George W. Bush (in the first election), and his reasons were hysterical. It was mainly because Bush was involved in baseball at one time. And, "he seems to know really important people, and that's what you need in the White House." I am friends with his brother. I have a lot more in common with him. And, we would always talk about how his family doesn't ever put Bill in check. The family will plan a vacation together...Hawaii, the mountains, and he would decide at the last minute, he and his wife didn't want to go at the scheduled time. He didn't want to ever get a cell phone, insisting he didn't need one. Yet, when the parents were picking up his kids from soccer practice, they weren't there. And they had no way to call him, and ask if HE already picked his kids up. Yet, none of these "adults" would tell him that he acted like an ass. So, we just slowly stopped calling each other. Which was fine with me. Last I heard, he was more wrapped up in his kids sports than anything else, often getting thrown out of games for yelling at the ref. Again, I'm sure his dad doesn't pull him aside and say "Do you realize how idiotic you look towards your kids? Or even other parents sitting around?"— March 15, 2009 1:15 p.m.
Escorts & Engagements
(in my best Homer Simpson voice) Mmmmm....muffins. I agree, regarding cheating. And I'm willing to bet, in these other countries, people do the same narotic crap, cheating, office politics, and everything else, that happens in America. It's that whole type of logic, that Americans are just a bunch of ignorant people. It's the reason the French are such jerks to American tourists. Screw them!— March 15, 2009 12:59 p.m.
Escorts & Engagements
No recommending books in my threads. Save that for Oprah, ladies. Hehehehehehe... So, my girlfriend glanced over my shoulder just now, and started reading the comments. She mentioned two things: Why are you saying you're single? We're in a relationship (I then explained that, it's married/divorced/single. There's no slot for "in relationship" when discussing these things. She also mentioned: Fred likes to point out that he works in other countries. We both laughed at that. Anti, I agree that about 70% of the population, will be the same person at 25 as 45. But, something to keep in mind is this. If you marry at say, 22 years old. And you're male. Let's say, for the sake of argument, you're STILL that same type of guy at 45. That may be. But at 45, you might meet someone you work with, that you are really attracted to. And with men and sex, that goes down all kinds of paths. You might think about how you only had two women before you got married. You might think a lot of things. Now, had this same person waited 8 years to marry, at age 30...he's probably had more relationships, horrible dates, and he realizes what Paul McCartney and Paul Newman realized. They could have ANY WOMAN they wanted. And, they had their share of gorgeous birds back in the day. But now they've met women they love, and want to spend the rest of their lives with. And they know that two months after their wedding, they might meet a Sophia Loren look alike that wants to sleep with them. But they won't be tempted. Not the way that same person, who got married at 22 might be. Kevin Costner was married for almost 20 years, with 3 kids. And he talked about graduating high school still being a virgin. And, he ended up cheating on his wife. I'm not saying Costner WON'T cheat on his current wife (who is something like 15 years younger), but.... I just think waiting to marry until your 30 is the best bet for everyone. There are only rare exceptions.— March 14, 2009 6:32 p.m.
No Plea Deal for Madoff; Could Spend Remaining Days in Prison
I just heard that Ruth might be able to keep some assets in Florida (the way OJ did). She should lose everything, unless she can prove she had a job making enough to pay for those items. And, is it me, but I felt a little less bad about a few of the people that said they invested with him because they, too, were Jewish. And that's why they trusted him. Well, you're an idiot then. Just like my grandmother, a sweet little Jewish lady, who claimed Larry King did amazing interviews. When I kept pushing her as to why she felt that way, she blurted out "he was a nice Jewish boy from Florida!!!!!" Why does it take someone like Jon Stewart going on and on about how you don't make money by investing with people that assure you you'll get 20% interest on it, without wondering how that's possible. Really? Do we need to be given the ol' "to good to be true, it probably is," from comedians? Is society so dumb they can't figure these things out?— March 14, 2009 3:35 p.m.
Newspapers Should Go Totally Online, Says Writer for Business Week Magazine
I agree with these statements. In fact, my girlfriend (and all girlfriends before her), have complained that I sit at the table reading newspapers. Even when we go out to have breakfast or lunch (never dinner, though). Nothing like talking about some weird news item that happened in Germany or Florida, or a comic book that sold for a billion dollars, that little Aunt Betty found in her basement, and "thought I threw all those damn things away when my kids moved out!"— March 14, 2009 3:30 p.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Yes, I wrote to you first, because you posted on here that you were "never coming back." I don't want to lose a reader! And I thought we could debate the topic here. This reminds me of the time I went to a party when I was 22, and a chick started making fun of my Doors shirt, saying how lame they were, and how goofy it is to say "come on baby, light my fire." I asked her favorite band, and she said U2. I then started talking about the white flag he waves, yelling about peace, and doing this whole impersonation of him talking about Nelson Mendela and peace, and blah blah blah. Everyone at the party laughed, and she left the party crying. Which certainly wasn't my intent. My point was just that, every band does goofy crap. When the Doors wrote Light My Fire, it was 1966, so you said words like "baby" and "groovy". My point in this thread wasn't to tear you apart, but to debate about Metallica.— March 14, 2009 1:30 p.m.