Archive for March, 2009

Year Old Easter Peeps.

Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2009 by DSC

8:05 PM – Sorry about being a little late, I had to find where I had misplaced the year old  peeps, but never fear! They have been found and I am taking the plastic off the box. They don’t seem to be overly hard. All the purple sugar seems intact, and pulling one away from the others reveals the marshallowiness to not be all that sticky and to be a very light green color (I’m guessing the color is the way it is supposed to be. I hope)

8:10 – One Peep eaten! It has some tackiness to it but isn’t sticky. Less sweet than the fresh ones, and is signifcantly less fluffy, but still fairly soft.

8:16 – Half the box down, and my teeth are starting to hurt from the sugar, so I’m gonna take a brake. These Peeps are really no worse than the fresh peeps that I let sit out unwrapped overnight last week. Do Peeps have a maximum staleness? Who knows? Back later when the whole box has been downed.

8:26 –  2 more to go. Just looked at the expiration date, these fuckers don’t go bad until September of  this year. Y’know how they say the only thing left after the nuclear armegedon will be cockroaches and Twinkies? Peeps will be there, too.

8:31 –  I ATE YEAR OLD EASTER PEEPS AND DIDN’T DIE! WOO!

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I Still Love ShamWoW! Guy

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on March 27, 2009 by DSC

Straight from the SmokingGun: ShamWoW! Guy arrested for beating up a hooker.

It isn’t as bad as it sounds, since it seems she started it, they were both drunk, and no charges were filed.

And I mean, who HASN’T gotten drunk and beaten up a hooker?

Yeah, yeah, violence is bad, ect. ect. Stay tuned to for my live bloging my consumption of year old Easter Peeps Sunday March 29 at 8 PM CST!

I have the attention span of a gnat.

Posted in other crap, probably more than you needed to know, senseless ranting, this probably explains a lot, video games with tags , , , on March 20, 2009 by DSC

I’m assuming that gnat’s don’t have much of an attention span. It doesn’t seem like they would; I mean, they’re all tiny and flit around a lot. Not exactly conducive to concentration, y’know.

Anyway, as a result of having no notable attention span, there are some things that I am just not a fan of. Books more than a couple hundred pages, eleventy billion hour video games,  movies longer than an hour-fourty, and SONGS LONGER THAN 5 MINUTES.

I can give a little leway on the books, because they can be put down and picked up much later, and movies, too, can be paused, which is never a problem for me because oddly enough everyone tends to think the movies I like are boring as hell, so no one will watch them with me. Video games can also be put down, but there’s always issues with reremebering what buttons do what and getting your muscle memory back for a bit after you first re-pick it up, and the kind of games I like just tend to not be eleventy billion hours long. (As I belive I have mentioned, my favorite game is God of War, and it is not unreasonable to sit down one weekend and expect to get through a play-though of it by Monday.(And if you do decide to run out and rent it (or buy it, it’s probably like $20 new by now) this weekend on my recomendation, I’m just gonna say that circle circle triange is your best friend in the world.)). But SONGS. SONGS cannot be paused without messing up the flow. And there is NEVER any reason for them to be over 5 minutes. Hell, much over 4 is REALLY pushing it.

My local radio station, which is a very good rock station that I generally love very much, sometimes gets a mad-on for playing one particular Pantera song. Now, it should be noted that I’m not really a Pantera fan. They’re just not my thing. This does not mean they’re bad, if fact, this probably means that they’re good, because I have an aversion to good music and only listen to absolute shit. (I could expand upon my music philosophy, but that is a whole ‘nother blog post worth of material, and I’m just stating this because I know there’s people out there that would gut me if I talked shit about Dimebag Darrell). But I do hate the song Cemetery Gates. I have a lot of beef with that song, but my main one is that it is apparently 7 minutes long. SEVEN FUCKING MINUTES LONG. And it FEELS like no less than 15.

Now, I have nothing against you if you are a crazy who listens to twenty minute songs. I just think they are hella unnessicary and they annoy the shit out of me when played on the radio.

This entry brough to you by still being awake 3AM, Squirt Citrus Power, and forgetting the point (which may be attributed to the gnat attention span thing). Tune in next time when I may actually be coherent!

Happy St. Patty’s Day!

Posted in Holidays, other people's blogs with tags , , , on March 17, 2009 by DSC

Green beer and corned beef & cabbage for all! Okay, well not for me because I’m not old enough to drink yet (and even if I was, I used all the green food coloring to temp dye my hair for last Halloween, and my dad drinks beer so cheap  that if it were any more generic the cans would just say “BEER” on them. Shit smells awful and I can’t imagine it tasting much better) and I don’t even know what corned beef & cabbage is.

But I ate a potato tonight, that’s totally good enough, right?

Anyway, enjoy the holiday and this Indexed. And while you’re there, read some of the other ones. Indexed is the shiznik for people who like graphs of non-math things.

Yes, that’s right, I totally just used the word “shiznik”.  Oh, and if anyone was wondering, those Dollar Store M&Ms were just fine strangely enough, and I haven’t eaten those year old Peeps yet. Maybe this weekend.

Dollar Store M&Ms

Posted in crap I bought, this probably explains a lot with tags on March 14, 2009 by DSC

In the great area of the US where I happen to live there are stores known as Dollar Stores, where most things in the store are available for, well, $1. They are possibly the most awesome places ever because you can walk in with a $20 bill, buy 10 sponges, dish liquid, a 2-liter bottle of  pop, a thing to keep the hair out of the bathtub drain, some candy, chips, a wrist support deally, a teeny-tiny Dr. Doom action figure, and some Fantastic Bubblastic Plastic, and walk out with some cash still in your pocket.

The places are usually filled with off-brand stuff, which is why stuff is so cheap. Any name brand stuff is and probably should be met with suspicion.

Well, my mother has returned from the dollar store and presented me with a marshmallow bunny thing (giant off-brand peep), a hollow chocolate bunny (Palmer brand, but Palmer chocolate candy tastes like ass when you pay full price, so there really can’t be anything all that more wrong with it), and some M&Ms.

They appear to be normal, name brand M&Ms chocolate candies. The peanut kind, because they kick the ass of the lame regular ones. The crunchy ones that they probably don’t make anymore were even better though. Anyway, these normal M&Ms appear to have no more deformities than your average M&Ms. Seeing as they were bought at a dollar store, I am scared shitless to eat them.

I think I’m going to eat the Peeps that have been under my bed for a year and see if I still want M&Ms after that…

Woo! Content! As I have linked this blog a few places and might, y’know, get some readers, you can probably expect more of it. Maybe. And yes, I do infact have year old Peeps under my bed, the purple chick kind, all in their plastic wrapped box,  wrapped in another bag. But I probably won’t really eat them tonight. I think that the candy I stuffed in my purse when a teachered offered everyone as much candy as they wanted because she didn’t want to keep it all over spring break should do.