The Apocalypse is Coming May 21st? We're Going to Party May 22nd

So apparently Amageddon is right around the corner huh? Kinda snuck up on us there didn't it? This whole time I've been laying out my life plan like 2012 was the final shebang, now I have to get all my shit in order in like 2 months? What the hell guys? How about little more of a warning, the Mayans let us know 1000's of years in advance, I have to find out at the Southie Parade with only 2 months warning that shit is going down this year, that is not cool.


As basis, apparently some Evangelical nut went up on a hill and meditated or some shit and figured out a bunch of biblical math "in his head."  Came back down from the mountain top and started spreading the world. Now it may just be that I was drunk yesterday when trying to read this, or it may be the most extreme case of fuzzy math ever, but I just couldn't get my head around his formulas, found here. I will hand it to him for showing some ingenuity though, rather than relying on the calendars of a bunch of old, dead, extinct, Mexican Indians he went out and figured shit out on his own. Only a crazy believes the Mayans.

But I'm still a little pissed off about the lack of notice. In protest to these time constraints I'm proposing a party be thrown on May 22nd. If Mother Earth wants to try and pull a fast one on us she'll see just how stubborn us humans are.  We'll be partying the next day like it's 1999.  A rager the likes of which the world has never seen.  And yes, all the whack jobs are invited. May 22nd people, BYOB.

The Rodenator: A Prairie Dogs Worst Nightmare

Somewhere, Carl Spackler is smiling down on these guys

Denver Post - Residents in a north Boulder neighborhood found themselves awoken Tuesday morning by what has become a familiar and terrifying sound -- prairie dog burrows being blown up by a device known as the "Rodenator."...An employee at a ranch near the Orchard Creek neighborhood -- who declined to give her name -- said her employer uses the Rodenator every season to control the prairie dogs on her expansive property along Jay Road. She said it's a humane way to destroy burrows and isn't meant to kill the animals.


Cry me a river residents of Boulder.  You have get to see dudes out in the fields just blowing rodents to all bejeezus every day and you want to complain about it?  Ever stop to think about how fortunate you are?  Not everyone gets to see this.  If I even thought about pumping gas underground with the intention of blowing it up the State of Massachusetts would throw a shit fit and lock me up.  Hell I used to have to drive to New Hampshire as a kid to use our potato gun because even harmless homemade weapons are frowned upon, never mind backyard IED's. 

Quit your bitching and enjoy your god given American freedom.  I mean, do you want these guys to handle these pesky rodents? Or would you prefer your city be overrun by hostile vermin? These guys are heroes if you ask me.  Walking into the battle zone each and every day, pumping the Earth full of volatile gas and blowing shit up, all the while standing directly on Ground Zero wearing nothing but protective goggles, some work boots and a dirty t-shirt.  Shit some of these guys aren't even wearing pants.  Just blowing shit up in shorts, deal with the repercussions later and living the dream.

People I hate: People That Don't Know How To Use The TV Remote

I'll give you the remote, soon as you can tell the difference between Live TV and Recorded.

We haven't had a good people I hate rant in a while, so here we go.

I hate when a complete television novice decides they're going to be the ones in charge of the remote for the day.  Not only are you embarrasing yourself, but you're ruining the afternoon for the rest of us. Fumbling to find certain buttons on the controller, a complete lack of awareness as to how long a commercial break lasts (it's a minute and half to 2 minutes, tops people), general disregard for the viewing priority of others, and 0 understanding of the Chanel line up.  If this any of those describe you, don't fucking touch the remote.  Offer it up to a more experienced couch potato and just enjoy the ride.  It takes a big man to admit he may not be the best person suited for remote control duties, it takes an asshole to realize this and ignore it at the peril, aggravation, and outright boredom of others.

A few simple standards and rules:

1. If you don't know where the HD channels are, you're a moron.  This especially true if we're talking about comcast.  95% of the time if you throw a 7 or an 8 in front of the chanel number, that'll get the job done.  4 year olds can figure this out for chrissakes.  In the rarest of rare cases that this doesn't solve the problem, hit OK and it'll ask if you'd like to jump to HD, in bright high-lighted yellow.  You really can't miss it. There is no excuse for making me watch a basketball game  like it's 1996 and my parents just bought a state of the art 36 inch tube television.

2. If you want or need to browse the channels, fine.  If you choose to do this by opening the full guide that takes up 3/4'ths of the screen, I reserve the right to bludgeon you with the remote.  In fact I wouldn't mind starting a petition to remove this option from the controller all together, there is absolutely no need for this.  Just hit the OK button and browse 3 channels at a time like a normal human being.  If you really need to see the extra two channels of options you probably shouldn't be commandeering the remote.

3. Get your "Last" Button situation under control.  If you were like most heterosexual males this past weekend you were flipping back and forth between basketball games.  Get the two channels together so you can just hit last.  Spare me the opening of the guide or the menu to flick to the game each time.  It's quicker, it won't raise my blood pressure, and you won't risk selecting the wrong channel and subjecting us all to 30 seconds of Sex and the City, followed by 5 minutes of ridicule from every guy in the room. 

4. Understand the hierarchy of importance for each show.  A live march madness game trumps an inter league spring training game.  I don't care if you more into baseball than basketball, that's not real baseball.  That's not even a real sport.  Any event where Billy Chrystal was given a roster sport should not be on the radar for television viewing.  Go read a book if you're that boring of a person.  Seriously.

5. If you're dealing with Direct TV, give the remote to someone that owns Direct TV. Don't try to be a hero, too much shit can go wrong.  One second you're trying to find TruTV in HD, the next thing you know  you've hit a combination of buttons that shuts down the satellite service and now you're stuck waiting 3 hours for the service repair man to climb up on your roof and reset it.  No one that doesn't own Direct TV understands that remote. It's ok to admit this. Shit is confusing as hell and they do it on purpose. It's one of their advertising features, it stops annoying people from coming into your living room and commandeering the remote on you like they own the place.

That's it, 5 simple rules to television viewing and using the remote control.  Failure to comply will result in you being asked to leave, possible physical harm, and the possible guilt knowing that you were the cause of my heart attack as my blood pressure slowly boiled over watching you bumble from one mistake to the next. 

Wrap Up From South Boston's St. Patricks Day Parade, With Some Naked Guy Patrolling the Subway

Nice way to kick off the day on the way to the Southie Parade for St. Patrick's Day.  Just a dude loving life, stark ass naked patrolling the tunnels of the MBTA (I'm glad he wore socks though, the floor is gross, you have to draw the line somewhere).

The Southie parade was yesterday, and was an all around blast as usual.  Drinking, house parties, drunk hooligans making asses of themselves, and the worlds most bizarre parade...I don't think that's much of an exagerration.  Do many other St. Patty's day parades include white people marching around with a Chinese Dragon, the folks of China Town doing their best marching band impression, fat and bloated Elvis, Fat and Bloated Mr. T (guy had worse cafeteria lady arms than, well, a cafeteria lady), Storm Troopers, and the Tin Man.  All mixed in with your usual suspects, bag pipers, firemen, and Shriners just causing mayhem in their little go-kart things...

The real story for the day was the terrible job the MBTA did preparing for this day.  Did the annual parade just sneak up on everyone over there running Boston's subway system?  This does happen every year right? Maybe you want to run a few extra trains to Southie for the day?

Take a look at the video below, that's the crowd waiting for the train on the way into the parade in the morning...This is downtown Boston mind you, not Bangladesh or Mumbai, we're not exactly accustomed to having to sexually assault our way to a spot on the subway.  Can you imagine being stuck dick to ass with Naked Guy in this mess? That would start your day off on the wrong foot.

The missteps continued in the afternoon, with the MBTA making rides free up until 6 pm.  That's right, the MBTA, constantly crying broke and threatening to hike service prices, didn't charge on one of the single biggest rushes of the year.  Real freaken smart businessmen they got running the show over there.

Anyway, finally boarded the train home, saw the usual sights, drunk creatures in various states of consciousness, and a few tough guys swearing up a storm trying to intimidate anyone who asked them to watch their mouths (who later commented how their Dad would be pissed if they didn't make it home in time for curfew, yea, real tough guys). 

All in all a great afternoon in Southie, hope I'm not back til next year.

Mother of Australian Bully Calls for Apology...From the Internet I guess?

Fox News - The mother of an Australian bully who's become an Internet sensation for being body-slammed on video by one of his victims says she wants an apology.  But Gale's mother, Tina, says she and her family are the victims, now that the video has gone viral, and she says Heynes owes her family an apology. "We don't need this posted everywhere," she told Australia's Seven Network on Wednesday. "I would like him to apologize." Tina said she while was "shocked" at Ritchard's behavior, she didn't think he deserved to be slammed to the ground. Neither boy suffered serious injuries in the fight....

The school however did not pick sides in the fight and instead suspended both boys for four days. Trial attorney Lee Armstrong said that was a mistake and unfair to Heynes. "We understand that in the past he gets bullied every day… If this was like a Wii video game and we could control his limbs, that's exactly what one of us would have done," Armstrong told Fox News. "The fact that this smaller kid can't appreciate the difference in size between himself and a larger kid is his problem. This kid should not have been suspended."

This is why I love Australians, it's not just their delightfully comical accents, it's there general common sense out look on life.  Like this kid's lawyer didn't come out and pussyfoot around this issue, he laid the facts out straight.  The bully doesn't deserve an apology, if he was too dumb to realize the kid he was picking on could crush him and eat him for a snack thats his own fault.  You've also got to love how the lawyer got the Wii involved here, using an example everyone can understand.  They may not be the brightest or most sophisticated people, just a special talent for cutting through the bullshit and calling spade a spade. 

PS: Who did this mom expect an apology from? The Internet? Like the poor bullied fat kid didn't make this video go viral, and I'm fairly certain Youtube isn't about to send an I'm Sorry E-Card. 

Utah State Science Geeks Drop 20,000 Bouncy Balls From Helicopter

Get them excited about science with what exactly? The hypothesis that a bunch of bouncy balls dropped from altitude will bounce? Gee, ya think? What exactly was the scientific reasoning behind this? No, that's a serious question, please answer me.  I mean besides blowing you Geek Club's entire budget for the year on 20k rubber balls, a helicopter rental, and the police detail ensuring you don't kill anyone by dropping falling objects from a flying machine, what did you accomplish here? 

Would I be excited as a kid? Hell yes, the chance to grab free bouncy balls in any situation would excite me, but I'd see right through your thinly veiled disguise that this was a science project.

Reminds me of a certain kid I knew in middle schools, lets call him Penny Packer.  Penny Packer, in all seriousness, hypothesized that a basketball would have greater bounce with air in it than if it were flat. Way to go out on a ledge there Packer.  Funny part is that to this very day, he still defends the scientific merit behind that project.  Really? What's next "I hypothesize that boiling water is hotter to the touch than room temperature water?"