Posts from — April 2006

Another example of why I hate (American) cell phone companies.

Thirty five words I can’t use in ringtones on my Cingular phone:


.Ass, balls, BJ, blowjob, breasts, condom, corn-hole, fart, fornicate, fudge packing, insemination, laid, lesbian, masturbate, naked, nipples, nutsack, orgasm, pee pee, penis, piss, porn, puberty, ruby red bag (!), scrotum, semen, sex, shit, sit on my face (!), sixty-nine, smegma, teabagging, testicles, uncircumcised, uterus.

Damnit, I’ll have to change the name of my greatest hit (and best ringtone) to Teabagger’s Delight – Ruby Red Bag of Love – Tranny Granny Surprise!

Ring-ring, Hello Moto?

Following up on the previous post- according to a headline on Fark:
Turns out Harvard student Kaavya Viswanathan didn’t plagarize. Apparently, she had a ghost writer, so she didn’t write the book at all
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I like this line of the gossip column (it’s not really an article, it’s a page 6 item) the most:

But the Harvard Independent wonders, “So how much ‘packaging’ did 17th Street do for ‘Opal Mehta?’ Was it, like a ‘Sweet Valley’ novel, brought to life by an anonymous writer for hire on the basis of an outline by Viswanathan?

Heh, Sweet Valley.

Oh Noes?!!!11

First James Frey then what’s his/her face, LeRoy, (no, not Leroy Jennkins). . . and now the latest is this chick.

A Harvard University sophomore with a highly publicized first novel acknowledged Monday that she had borrowed material, accidentally, from another author’s work and promised to change her book for future editions.



Kaavya Viswanathan’s “How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life,” published in March by Little, Brown and Company, was the first of a two-book deal reportedly worth six figures. But on Sunday, the Harvard Crimson cited seven passages in Viswanathan’s book that closely resemble the style and language of the novels of Megan McCafferty.

An interesting tidbit (found on Todd’s blog) I didn’t know about:

A Harvard professor surmises that the passages that were plagiarized were edited to make them less “googleable”.

I should write a book. . . I’ll call it Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V the Mangina Monologues. . .

I’ll get back to writing bad movie ‘reviews’ soon enough. But in the meantime, I thought I’d share the wonderful world of mimikaki with you. The wonderful world of ear picking cleaning came up Saturday night with Gretchen and Tessa. [I don't know why, but the ladies like to tell me about their cotton swab adventures, and who can blame them]. I mentioned that I should gift them some imported mimikaki to help them out. So here are some quick links via Japundit.

First, let’s get the fetish out of the way. And no, Gretchen didn’t offer to have me lay my head in her lap while she went on “ear wax patrol”. I did offer this to Gretchen though but then Tessa threw up in her mouth a little. Tessa was already plotting to import mimikaki for belly button exploration and excavation.

One of the first things that comes to mind in Japan when the subject of mimikaki comes up is that of a person with his or her head nestled atop the thighs of their significant other who is busily at work on ear wax patrol. Many men swear by the erotic nature of this experience.

This link has most of the info. And this one is just the flat list of mimikaki entries on Japundit. Great pics. (HAR HAR! It’s a pun!). I like the “Glow Pick”, the metal travel one, and The Technician. Tessa and Gretchen may want to splurge on The Ear Scope or the vacuum so they can share in the fun (you could get color-coded ends so you don’t use each other’s pick). But then again, there’s nothing like basic black.

This is too much: link. But it’ll make you giggle. . .

Team America – World Police made me chortle more than once. Yes, that’s a real lolz from me. . . but I don’t know if I’d watch the movie again. It’s great to watch once, laugh at, and then move on. Actors and Kim Jong Il are easy targets to make fun of. I mean, c’mon, we all made fun of them in school, so we might as well take them down a notch here. The puppets in the movie are amazing though- and the dvd had one of the raunchiest sex scenes I’ve ever seen. Only one star for your puppet love and one more for the songs.

Layer Cake barely passed my 3DMT™. And it’s near failure wasn’t due to the actors in it- all of them are great (is Colm Meaney ever bad?). The story was pretty interesting, the style of the movie was good, and the acting great. So why am I killing it with only one asterisk? Because of buzz. I was repeatedly told how great this flick was, and well, you know what? It’s good, but it’s not great. It’s decent, but it’s not like a Scorsese type of film. So, I punish this flick with it’s teasing poster of Sienna Miller who’s more overhyped than this movie. Bah, maybe I should give it two stars. . .

One of my coworkers is going home to Argentina this week, I keep daydreaming of steak. . . And I keep thinking of this ad:

Happy Birthday Jodi! In honor of your birthday, here’s Nornna singing her rendition of “The Night Eyeore Went Crazy”. . . live from Wisconsin:

And for an encore . . .click this one: video link