Ochenta y Cinco

Chad Johnson has legally changed his name to Chad Javon Ocho Cinco (extra! extra! read all about it!) in honor of his number, 85 (oh, and of his huge ego). Kinda funny because 85 in Spanish is Ochenta y Cinco. Ocho Cinco just means 8 5. But uh, ok.

Seriously? This guy is nuts. And his coach is sick of him. So, Marvin Lewis, here's some advice - trade him. Trade him to a team that has retired #85.

Options:
Detriot Lions (Chuck Hughes)


"Rawr! Soy Numbero Uno!"

St. Louis Rams (Jack Youngblood)


"Hola! Tengo grandes melones!"

Quite the choice, but something tells me CJ (or COC now. . .?) would choose da 'Lou. Make that 2 somethings.

Push #2 for uh. . .yeah.

Last week I saw The Dark Night at Navy Pier IMAX with my coworkers. Side note: awesome! Anyway, I saw something I had never seen before. I'm not sure at what point you cross the line from being Green into just being kinda creepy, but this was close. So much so that I stood in the stall and watched and contemplated this sign for a bit:



Just in case you can't read the bottom copy, it basically talks about how if you don't push a button, it will just time how long you've been sitting on the shitter and will use the appropriate amount of water to flush down your bidness. What if I'm a slow peer? What if I'm on Alli and can barely make it to the bathroom, so everything comes out in one fall swoop? Also, since when is poop symbolized by three water droplets? I want to see a log on the photo. Or a pic of Mr. Hankey.

Does this mean the demise of the not-so-green but oh-so-sanitary automatic plastic seat covers? Because those things are amazing. I used to go to the bathroom at Saks in my local mall just to use those.

Basically folks, big brother is watching! Potty wisely.

Suck It, France

How much do I love the Olympics? SO much! Just spent about 10 seconds screaming at my tv screaming for the Americans to beat the French in the 400 Men's Freestyle Relay. The Olympics are supposed to be all about peace and world harmony, but instead it makes me scream at other countries that I normally don't bear any ill will for. That said, suck it, France. U-S-A! U-S-A!

My sports boner continues on due to NFL Exhibition games beginning. You may think the goal of the exhibition games is to win, but no. The goal is to not get injured. Or to come out of retirement in a media frenzy.

Poll:
What's your favorite Olympic sport? Leave a comment and let me know!

ahh! babies!

Just logged in (um obviously) and there are pics of very newly born babies on the Blogger homepage. Multiples of them. It made me jump back from my computer. Something about them was very not right.

Anyway, continuing in my series of stuff on the bus that drives me mad, I must say that I can't stand those people that won't stand up for anything. They get the aisle seat (with an empty window seat next to them), somebody arrives, wants the aisle seat, and they just angle their legs slightly. They do the same when you want to get out to get off at your stop. I was very close to turning to one such person and going "Are you serious? Do you seriously want my ass in your face? Because that is what will happen if you make me scoot past your lazy-booty-super-glued-to-your-goddamn-seat ass." Is it that hard to get the fuck up? people. argh!

In happier news, I found one of my favorite cereals that my nearby Jewel doesn't seem to carry: Quaker Oatmeal Squares. I cannot wait for breakfast tomorrow!

And for yet another week. . .hoping Jessie is voted out of the BB house, and I think Craig is the Mole. And I have no life.

Side note: Lost fans - If you have a chance, check out dharmawantsyou.com. Pretty cool!



mmm. yummy.