Leslie Nielson is dead

Kind of sad but he was old. Still it's a shame people go out and watch gutter trash like The Hangover and think that's comedy. No one is even reading this, are they? Well anyways I like to do this to keep up my typing. On message boards and facebook I do the old "no grammar or punctuation" to make people think I just don't give a fuck! I really do though they're like my only avenue of social interaction besides the odd monthly call/text from a friend to go out. If anyone does read this get Netflix and search or google MST3K. A terrific show... See what I just did? In order to distinguish the search on Netflix from the search on the internet I used the term 'google.' I hate that but I begrudgingly respect the Google corporate monster. Gotta get up early (10am) for my exciting (boring) job at UPS that pays really well (it doesn't it sucks.) I should write for Leno.

Jungle 2 Jungle 2: Back 2 Tha Jungle

helllloooo again. I'm sticking to this blog stuff. It's like a vent process that everyone can see, but don't because other than a facebook link there's no way to access it. And don't tell me I'm the only guy who completely avoids other people's profiles. I do like to read my own though, and think about what other people must think when they read it. I bet they're really impressed. Anyways I thought this post should be about my gym philosophy. Talk the talk but don't walk the walk. I probably went to the gym maybe 4 times a week before my UBS job. I worked out hard while I was there, but 4 days a week is unacceptable for someone who talks as much shit as I do. Now I'll start going maybe twice a week, which is beyond pathetic. I won't get fat though, my metabolism is still decent and I play hockey twice a week. I'm a lot more attractive when my bodyfat percentage is low though, so ugly Bill isn't going anywhere. I'm not talking about my abs when I say that, I mean my face. Nobody looks good with a fat face. But enough complaining, here's my review of the hit classic "A Bug's Life:" Don't see it, I don't know what those things in this movie are supposed to be but they're not bugs. They have faces, can talk, and have souls. All I can think about when I watch it is how many of them I've massacred inadvertently in my life. God make these visions go away. Scatman of the week: Scatman John.

Self importance + ignorance = this blog?

Day 75 of the job hunt is going very well. I have yet to apply for any position of any worth and my job at UPS is going very well (boring.) It also pays very well at 9.50 an hour. A quick look at employment figures tells you there are many people in my position. I have the advantage of having sad saps for parents who put up with the fact that I am all but worthless. This enables me to cut food expenses and I have zilch rent. That being said I can't help but wonder how people with actual bills to pay put up with this. All I have to do is pay car insurance and now my student loans, which are not much thanks again to said sap parents. I regret not getting up for my interview in Boston with a canvassing company. Sure canvassing is like pulling teeth but I'd be up and about and getting experience doing real things. I think it was Barack Obama who said, "It's the ship that made the Kessel
Run in less than five parsecs." I'll leave you with that. Underrated Song of the week: Siouxsie and the Banshees - Cities in Dust