Buying a Condo!

It's a bitch!....

That is all.

Kanye West Swag Bucks

So, I have been using Kanye West's search engine since it was released last year. The premise is that it aggregates search results from Google and Ask.com. In addition to integrated results from what appears to be a totally different algorithm than either of the engines natively use, also it is a rewards based search.

The parent company, Prodege, supports a variety of branded search engines and you can use your rewards across them all. The problem however, is that it takes what seems to be an eternity to get any of the junk they offer. Not only does it take forever to collect "Swag Bucks" but they switch the prizes around so often that even if you did, by some miracle obtain enough to claim something you actually want, chances are it won't be there.

If you have the patience or want to see for yourself take a look
Search With Kanye West Good Luck!

Not Enough Rhyme Time

What's wrong with the world today? Too many people living in dismay. I don't know why but people don't play even though it makes all the difference just what you say.

Folks don't want to rhyme, not even for a dime. They just want conversation as irritating as a train pullin' in the station. It's as bad as a mad fad wearing plaid even if just a tad.

On the web too, posts are of few with no talking in verse, simply making things worse.

So lets start the new craze and hope for the praise that is sure to daze a faze causing heads to spin and eyes to glaze with a simple phrase. Keep up the speech that makes people screech to a halt though its not their fault. Now is the time and this is the trend that is certain to mend and bend and get you a friend. It always brings a smile that's long as the nile or at least a mile.

G'day

Old Women Smellin' of Moth Balls

Who doesn't love the fall? Leaves are changing to beautiful hues, the fun of Halloween awaits, Thanksgiving dinner is just around the bend. Ohh yeah...and old ladies decide it is the best time of year to pull the old winter duds out of storage. And of course you wouldn't want a swarm of moths infiltrating and dissecting your precious garments now would you?


NO! of course not. Enter, MOTH BALLS. These handy little suckers do the job at keeping your 30 year old jacket that has no insulation left anyways, out of harms way and clear of pests. While protecting your goods may be a key benefit, what about the drawbacks?

Namely, STINKIN' LIKE YOUR GRANDMA'S STORAGE CLOSET. How in God's name can these old farts not understand that keeping something sealed with pungent chemicals does not just vanish when they come in contact with fresh air?!?!

So that leads me to my newest gripe. Please folks, after you take your junk out of storage give it a wash. Sensory adaptation doesn't set in that quickly...give it a good whiff and if it smells capable of potentially claiming the lives of some unsuspecting passers-by (or even better - seat partners on the train) please think twice before tossing it on.

kthx!

Being Neglected by Digg

Digg.com is by far my favorite source for news and interesting stories. The problem is that my great stories never make it to the front page. In fact they rarely ever get more than 10 diggs!

Take for example this little doozey that I submitted a week or so ago...
Republicans Just Want to be Entertained for Petes Sake

I thought it was pretty good...other Diggers, obviously not, right? Maybe that's not quite the case. I am taking another approach. Step 1: Go on a friend-adding rampage compiling a network of the top users (maybe I can just be 'friends' with all of Digg!). Step 2: Shout my stories to them until I get the respect me and my stories deserve.

I will update the progress with any successes or failures.

p.s. - *this particular post may or may not align with my political stances or party affiliations*

Sore Throats

I always used to think people that complained about being sick were just a bunch of candy-asses. Well now I'm eating my own words, well I would if I could actually swallow enough to eat anything other than broth.

Being sick blows!

I was just about over this thing, but some how managed to brilliantly re-infect myself. I like to think of this time around as the germs just taking a little victory lap, because they will not be back for a long long time.

Sweat...On Trains...On Me

It's not even all that hot out today, yet I still arrive at work a swampy mess.

What's the cause? Extremely horrible train car choice and a splash of bad luck to boot. While the Red Line is usually a little mild, the air conditioning units typically do an adequate job to at least keep the majority of sweat at bay. Today however was an entirely different story...and this isn't the first time.

So long story short, my new strategy for summer and other warm weather commutes will be to closely examine the body language of passengers as the train enters the station. Then, I will be sure to avoid the cars that are nearly empty and passengers that did decide to stay look like they could keel over from heat stroke at any given moment.

The other solution of course, protest the CTA until they install free deodorant dispensers in every vehicle! But then again, there's the risk of a previously mentioned (dig through the archives) irritant.