Archive for April, 2007

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Monday, April 30th, 2007

New rule, effective immediately: you're not allowed to put "(sp?)" after words you're not sure you spelled correctly. That party's over. Guess what? YOU'RE ON THE INTERNET. Right now, you are! (I deduced it!) And whenever you're on the Internet, you have the full power of the World Wide Web available. ...

Jack Valenti is still dead.

Sunday, April 29th, 2007

A few months ago, I dropped about $30 on one of those keychain USB flash drives. Mine holds 1 GB. I needed to help a friend move some files from an ailing computer, and for some reason, USB was the only option. So I bought the drive, put it on ...

Yes, I will be your producer.

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

This is the kind of day I had today. I got an email from my high school girlfriend announcing that she and her husband adopted a baby girl. This is fantastic news, this is God's work, I am so happy and excited for them. When that email arrived, I was finishing up ...

Ok, maybe not quite fully over the shark yet.

Friday, April 20th, 2007

Here's another I made, by special request, in the name of cultural relevance: The other special request video, I'll take care of this weekend.

The lifespan of a meme.

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

Here's the subject of the parody (with Spanish subtitles — this is treasure for you): Last week, SNL did a parody of this scene, which was brilliant, and doesn't seem to be online reliably anywhere right now. Some think it's a rights issue with the music, my guess is guns and ...

I’m being technical.

Sunday, April 8th, 2007

I think this might be the most ironic Easter ever.

Thursday afternoon self-awareness.

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

I was just told that I'm shy, which I already knew. I was also told that I would not admit my shyness, which I've already proved false. No, I'm very shy, and I cover it up with a large scoop of loud, and I know this about myself and I'm ...

At least I don’t improvise like a girl.

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

If you're in my tight circle of buds, then you've probably heard by now that I suck at throwing rocks. Everywhere I go, it's "hey Scott, I hear you suck at throwing rocks." Or "hey Scott, I heard you really shit the bed when it was time to man up ...

Farmers and schoolchildren.

Sunday, April 1st, 2007

Today was supposed to be Daylight Saving Time, says my alarm clock. It would have made more sense today, I think. Now I'm going to have to watch this alarm clock until the end of time. Can't ever trust it again.