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Please don't say hi to me in the restroom. I know we're friends but we're not that good of friends. the only person close enough to talk to me while I'm in the bathroom is my wife, and that's only because she'd be offended if I didn't.

While we're on the subject of the poop palace. If I'm ever in the stall next to you, I am making judgements about you as a person based on the noises coming from your side of the metal halfwall thing.

Just a warning.

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I'm pretty sure that's how math works

So, Ang Li got a Golden Globe for Brokeback Mountain and I’m pissed about it.

As far I’m concerned The Hulk earned him a negative Golden Globe and now he’s even with the world.

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I watch too much TV

Did anyone else find that commercial insinuating that choclate bar and the pile of M&Ms were having sex just a wee bit disturbing?

I know I sure did.

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The Net is Back

I've got the Internet in my house again, so start checking here more often for posts, now that I can write them in my underwear.

Did Ang Li catch the bad end of the Green Destiny?

Seriously, what happened to Ang Li? The man is obviously crazier than a cross-eyed man trying to feed a stick to a possum.

He gave us Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, and then he must have had head trauma because everything just went down the crapper since then.

I mean, he screwed up The Hulk. That had to be the easier movie to make cool, but he couldn’t do it.

Now he’s giving up Brokeback Mountian, the movie so gay, it’s called Brokeback Mountain.

My theory is that he originally had the idea for one huge epic moving but had to split it into three because of budget constraints. We can only assume this movie was about some deadly flying redneck who turned gay when he got mad.

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Really, I used to be in a band

I was in a band when I was younger. I quit because I couldn't stand sharing a mic with someone else.

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The fact I don't eat or sleep may be a factor

I’m feeling kinda of sick. I know what happen. I was playing goalie for the Statesman Intramural Indoor Soccer team and I was clapping really because we almost did something really cool (when a bunch of journalists get together and try to do something physical, we don’t do cool things, but sometimes we get close).

I guess I was clapping so hard that I ripped a chuck of goalie glove off and it flew into my mouth.

I think I got the avian bird flu or something.

By the way, am I the only person who's realized that the name "avian bird flu" is totally redundent? "Avian" means bird remember.

Oh well.

Geek on.