How About A Joke?

Charlie had a massive heart attack and died. His body was delivered to
the mortuary. He had been wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black
suit at the time of his demise, so he really looked wonderful,
considering the circumstances.

His wife went to the funeral home to make the final arrangements for his
interment. She spoke to the mortician about what her husband would be
wearing. The mortician pointed out that the man looked really nice in
the black suit he was wearing, and that frankly it would be easier and
less expensive to leave him dressed as he was. The woman noted that
Charlie had always looked his very best in blue, and that she really
wanted him in a blue suit for his trip to eternity. To silence the
mortician’s continued outcries, she gave him a blank check and said, “I
don’t care what it costs, but please have my husband in the very best
blue suit money can buy for the ceremony.”

The woman came back the next day for the wake. To her delight, she found
her Charlie dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe;
the suit fit him perfectly. She said to the mortician, “Whatever this
cost, I’m very satisfied. You did an excellent job, and I’m very
grateful. How much did you spend?”

To her astonishment, the mortician presented her with the blank check,
indicating there was no charge for these extra services. “No, really, I
must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!” she

The mortician responded, “Honestly, ma’am, the change to the blue suit
cost nothing. Funny thing, a deceased gentleman of about your husband’s
size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, wearing an
attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his
grave wearing an attractive black suit. She indicated that it made no
difference, as long as he looked nice…

So I switched the heads.

Content? What Content?

Well we haven’t exactly been setting the place on fire these days around here now have we? Well, I’m not here to change that, I’m just here to offer a few Saturday night thoughts. Not exactly thoughts about Saturday night, just thoughts that I’m writing down on Saturday night. Wow, this isn’t starting off very well.

One thing that is going rather well is my Christmas shopping. Doing a quick count in my head right now I can only think of 3 things that I have to buy, and this is good. Generally by this time I’ve still got about half of my list to buy for and I end up having to pay off a bunch of credit card bills all at once. Not this year, I was all smart about it and stuff and started in October. Sure it might sound early, but who’s gonna be laughing when you’re out in the fucking snow or stuck dealing with all those assholes at the mall? Me, that’s who. Damn but I loves me some online shopping. I did make a mall trip but it was at the beginning of December, in the middle of the week when things weren’t so busy. I’m not sure when I became so good at planning ahead but I hope I don’t forget how to do it by next year.

Speaking of Christmas, if there’s anybody out there reading this who still needs to get me something or even just anybody who wants to for some reason, a copy of the new Barenaked Ladies album would rule. I can’t get the single “Another Postcard” out of my head right now and I’ve heard a few other tracks from the CD and they all sound like some of the best stuff the guys have done in years. Surprisingly, I haven’t even read a negative review about it yet and a fair bit of the time stuff I like gets shit on by people who are in a position to shit on things.

I’m sure you’ve noticed that I don’t really have transitions between topics. I’m just going to write stuff down as it comes to mind, I’ve got a few days of not posting to make up for so bear with me here.

I’m watching the Leafs Rangers hockey game right now and I’ve gotta say I’ve seen better games. This one’s still in the early stages and we’ve had 2 goals already but they weren’t very nice and this just seems like one of those games that’s not gonna be full of excitement. Oh well, as long as Toronto pulls out a win I’m cool with a shitty game.

It’s good to see the Leaf team finally starting to come together. I was a little worried at the beginning of the season that we were going to be in for a long year but now I’m feeling pretty good about their chances of hitting the playoffs. I don’t think that they’re going to be a Cup contender by a long shot but it’s nice to be able to support a team that can win now and again.

Canada has weird copyright laws. Our copyright board ruled yesterday that when it comes to the use of file swapping services, it’s legal to download from them, but uploading to them isn’t. At least our music industry isn’t out filing lawsuits against 70 year-old grandparents who don’t even own computers but who have somehow managed to download scads of gangsta rap through Kazaa.

Canada has a new Prime Minister as of yesterday. I’m sure going to miss Jean Chretien though. Man, that guy was so much fun to watch. He was scary and amazing at the same time. On 1 hand he had the guts to stand up to the US and not support the war in Iraq while on the other he gave us many pearls of wisdom like “I know, a proof is a proof. What kind of a proof is a proof? A proof is a proof and when you have a good proof it’s because it’s proven.”

And who can forget him choking out that protester a few years ago? The guy got in his way while he was trying to go somewhere so Chretien just took him the fuck down, it was great.

I’m looking forward to seeing what Paul Martin can do with the job. If his start is any indication, the Liberals might not be giving up power for a long time. Hell, if they could win 3 times with Chretien running the show then who knows how long they’ll hold on to power. If an election were called tomorrow, I’d vote Liberal. Nobody else even comes close. There ain’t no way in hell I’m voting for the new United Right Wing Alternative or whatever they’re calling themselves and the only thing that Jack Layton of the NDP has done to stick in my mind is get punked out by another politician. Layton was trying to make somebody from the governing party, [can’t remember who it was] look bad in front of a bunch of reporters by questioning him on an issue and the guy just said something like “ask me these questions when you’ve actually got a seat in the house.” Burn.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll try not to disappear again like I did last time I said there’d be more. Well I suppose this is more so I didn’t exactly lie but hopefully the next more will come sooner than this more did. Gees, I’m starting to sound more and more like Chretien all the time.

For All The Wrestling People

If you’re looking for some Armageddon predictions,
then click here and start reading.
It’s more great stuff from some of the Salty Ham staff, and Matt and I are in it too.

Note to Roland, next month I’ll follow the format, I promise. At least I’m still loved though. And if I’m the most coherent writer on the site, we’re all doomed.

They’re Comin’ Fast Now

Well everybody’s favourite evil do-er, Satan, has chimed in with some more rejected Christmas Carols for us all to enjoy.

Christmas Carols For The Psychiatrically Challenged (981C2303 DOC)

Do You Hear What I Hear?

We Three Queens Disoriented Are

I Think I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Hark The Herald Angels Sing (About Me)

Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn
Deck the Halls and Spare No Expense

Santa Claus is Coming To Get Me

You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout,
then MAYBE I’ll tell you why

Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,

Or there’s my favorite

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
Got that way by drinking beer
One nite crashed Santa’s sleigh
Cause he was way too drunk to steer

All of the other reindeer,
Used to laugh and call him names
Cause he was the funnel faced reindeer
When they all played drinking games

Then one drunken Christmas eve, Santa came to say
Who puked on the childrens toys
Think of all the sad girls and boys

Then all the reindeer got mad
And they shouted out you tool.
But they couldn’t laugh at poor Rudolph
When he landed the sleigh in the pool.

He later died of liver disease
Merry Christmas

Thank you, Satan. You may now return to the bowels of hell where you came from. It’s a very posh area, isn’t it?

Thursday’s Blogging BONANZA!!!

Hello everyone and welcome to YOUR Thursday. We got a few things to hit on, so let’s get right at it. There hasn’t been much put in the last few days so thanks for stickin’ with us. But it’s not like there’s any shortage of things to check out over on the links list.

To that end…. Today we add another. Definitely worth your while to check out The Mozart’s Ghost Radio Network. Some good stuff over there and its most certainly worth a click.

So New Years Eve is only 20 days away. I had a lovely chat last night with Steve about his “New Years Eve Countdown Of Choice”. Be cool to get some feedback happening down on the comment board about which New Years Eve special you choose to have in the background at your New Years Bash.. or what event you choose to attend for that matter. Any New Years stories are welcome here. Has anyone heard any of the talent line-ups for any of the New Years specials. I haven’t heard anything out of any of the major networks. There’s usually some pretty solid musical performances put on for these things but I haven’t heard anything as of yet.

Keeping with the festive talk; Thanks to Steve for sending me another rejected Christmas Carol. Don’t ask me why he didn’t post it himself as he has the power to do so… but thanks nonetheless to him…. Here it is…

Note: Those easily offended should scim over this. Hmmm, probably best you leave the site altogether now that I think about it. You’ve been warned.

Here’s a rejected Christmas song for ya if you’re still looking for those.
Found it in a bunch of jokes I was looking at.

Deck The Halls, Gay Style
See the drag queen, his name is Molly.
Fa La La La La La La La La

For 50 bucks, he’ll make you jolly.
Fa La La La La La La La La

See him in his gay apparel.
Fa La La La La La La La La

You should meet his brother Carol!
Fa La La La La La La La La

Don we now our gay apparel
Fa La La La La La La La La

Suck we now the pink meat barrel
Fa La La La La La La La La

Thank you, Steve. Very… graphic. I’m sure all the school children will be singing that come next Christmas… if you decide to let them out of your room, that is.

Well, that’s about it for now but don’t forget to go check out all the great stuff over at Salty Ham. I’m sure you’ll see something you like over there.

I’m sure one of us will be back later with some more irrelevant crap to pass your way.


I’m Scared Of You People

One of the cool things about our hit counter is that we can see how people got here. No, we’re not spying on you, it’s all pretty standard stuff. Like if you click to us from somebody’s site where there’s a link to us, we can tell, that sort of thing. The coolest thing about this is that we can see when people come to us from a search engine and what it was they were looking for at the time. But while this is cool, it’s pretty disturbing sometimes when you actually sit down and go through some of the search terms.

We get our fair share of normal stuff, like people looking for info on Joe Shmoe, which Matt has talked about quite a bit. We get some people looking for info on famous people or news stories and funny jokes, and I understand why our site shows up there too. But then there’s the guy who came here looking for father daughter incest pictures. We don’t have any but because Google just looks for words that match the search terms that the person types in, it found us because we’ve used words like fucking and father in different contexts quite a bit. Why some sick bastard would bother looking for things like that I’m not even gonna try to figure out, it just sucks that he landed here, even though we might have made a new fan or even if we didn’t, he still counted as a hit.

I also saw somebody get here the other day while trying to find pictures of Randy Orton’s penis. Sorry, none of those here either, unless Matt decides to share his secret stash.

But I think the weirdest one I’ve seen is this one.
01 Dec, Mon, 02:11:52
girlfriend picture Partying friends 2003 peeing

Don’t ask me how exactly we fit in, I’m not sure.

I guess the morral of the story here is be careful what you look for online, somebody could be watching. We’re kind of like Santa that way, we know if you’ve been bad or good so don’t be a child molester for goodness sake.

It’s Alive?

This morning when I turned on my computer to check my mail I found a couple of emails asking me where the site went. First of all, thanks, I had no idea you cared. As for where the site went, it seems like the Blog Spot server took a dump sometime over night and as a result, everybody’s blog disappeared, well all but 1, which further confuses the situation. But I think everything should be back to normal now. Before I started writing this I checked again and it was working, and if you’re able to read this, well, things are obviously back to normal again, at least for now.

In other news, it seems that I am
this week’s RAW Rage Champion.
Funny part is that I wasn’t even trying. I’m just that damn good I suppose, either that or the rest of the competition completely sucked, as opposed to my moderate sucktitude. Either way, you should read RAW Rage, Roland does a great job on that thing. Even if you’ve already seen RAW, and if you have you have my deepest sympathies, you should read anyway, if only for the tasty little extras.

Last night somebody posted a comment about
New Era Radio
saying that he or she listened for a little while but the guy on the air sucked and was annoying as hell. Agreed. Not only was he having sound problems, he doesn’t have the voice for radio and he’s a bit of an idiot to start with, at least that’s my feeling from limited experience. The guy before him did an amazing show if you’re into older rock music though, so they’re still in my good books. It’s open format radio, you’ve gotta take the good with the bad sometimes. And maybe shitty guy’s shows will get better with time. I know that for me personally, I feel a lot better about the radio I do now than I used to, and I even thought my early stuff was pretty good, mostly because I’m an egotistical fuck. And when you add in the unpredictability of the internet and all of it’s potential for technical problems, things can go wrong in a hurry. I’ve never done internet radio and I probably never will but it doesn’t seem like the easiest thing in the world to do well. Look around
a little and you’ll see what I mean, especially when you get into the hobby stations.

Possibly more later, time and topics permitting.

Nothing To Talk About

So, I don’t have much to talk about here. I was sick most of last week so I didn’t do much of anything other than get some more Christmas shopping done. I didn’t get spanked by an old man at a hockey game. I have no fun drunk stories to share with you. Man, I suck these days. The most exciting things I’ve done so far today are finish my column and do some stuff at the radio station. Not really prime site material. So instead, I’ll send you to a couple of other places so you don’t run out of things to do.

First, have a listen to
New Era Radio.
They’re new, they have a lot of pretty cool sounding shows and the mix of music they play between live programs seems to be pretty solid. Anybody who plays “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head” and the Marilyn Manson version of “Sweet Dreams” back to back has gotta be cool. They’re an internet only station and they’ll play just about anything. They’re streaming in broadband and dial-up so there’s no excuse not to listen. Well maybe there is, but listen anyway.

Ok, now that you’ve got some mood music, check out
this new section on Lots Of
It’s a whole bunch of practical jokes you can play on people. You can even submit your own after reading what they already have. Some of them are pretty funny.

When you’re done with all that, come back here and see if either of us have said anything. For now, I’m gone.