Cream cheese is a wonderful invention. I just wonder why it took me 26 years to try it, given my love of all things cheese. Btw, The Cheese Profiler gives me results entitled Back to Basics. Which just happens to be one of the most famous clubs in recent years in Leeds, which is my hometown. All ties together, dunnit?

Oh yeah, the link I used for Reservoir Dogs below isn’t a particularly good one. But I’m too tired to look for a better one. I’d like to know what “reservoir dogs” is supposed to mean, actually.

Just watched Reservoir Dogs again. I like it. While looking for a link for the movie, I came across this place, then I cleaned it up. Ewww, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m bad.

Oops. The links were brokened in the Jackass meta-article above. Fixed now.

hahaha.. the Stephanie-walking-in-on-HHH-and-Trish-in-a-compromising-but-actually-innocent-position was pure British farce. Oooh Vicar, my underpants have fallen down!

So if Napster can be shut down for encouraging music piracy (which I happen to think they ARE guilty of), can the truth be shut down for encouraging people to damage magazines? In both cases, the companies have a disclaimer - but blink and you’ve missed the little “Please only rip tobacco ads out of magazines you own” that the truth commercials flash on-screen.

Btw, it’s my belief that “big tobacco” (God, that’s annoying) is working all these “anti” tobacco campaigns really well - by the time you’ve seen any of those ads five times you want to put a boot in the face of those oh-so-correct teens. Having said that, they’re not all bad - I think the “where’d the money for all your stuff go?” one is really effective. But if I see that “we finished?” kid one more time, I’m gonna start smoking again, I swear.

I meant posting this the other day, but forgot. I was walking to work, and I passed by a mystical-magical-metaphysical store, Inner Journey I think it’s called. On the sign outside, there were three little rocks, perfectly balanced on top of each other. Same thing the next day. When I went by the day after, they were no longer on top of each other. I think this is a sign of impending doom.

A lot of people have Jack heads and mouse ears on their car’s antenna. But on the way home, I saw a guy with one of these heads, the hair swirling around.

Man.. I had an idea in my head that I was going to blog “Ouchies.. these boots are not made for walking” with these linked to a pic of my Caterpillar boots, because I just walked home from the train station and my feet hurt. Well, my ankles ache, actually. Anyway, I couldn’t find my particular boots anywhere, but I did end up here. Boots doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. Boots boots boots.

I can’t blog anything, because I’m too busy playing games.