Outlaw’s Angry Dome

Well it’s Friday, which means I listen to the CAGcast on my way to and from work.  This week CheapyD said that he is the biggest fan of himself, and he scours the internet looking for any mention of himself.  I think I’ll try an experiment and see if I can manipulate his Google Alerts:

CheapyD.  CAGcast.  CAG.  CheapAssGamer.  Japan.  Poop.  Porn.  Big ass chains.  Youtube.  OG.  Tampon string.  Shit.  Red ring of death.  Frombie.  Fanboy.  Pot.

There.  That should definitely bring my blog readers for this post from 2 to 3 once he wanders here looking for an ego boost.

Today was Super Tuesday, and my first experience voting.  I voted for Obama in the primaries - I can’t help but vote for a black guy - and no on most of my state’s propositions other than the Indian gaming ones.  I don’t get why so many young people are so lazy about voting.  It’s not like it’s hard or takes a lot of time; are people really so unconcerned abut who will be running the country for the next four years?  Hopefully there will be a larger young turnout this year as a backlash from eight years of Bush hating.  We need to take control away from all the old people that make horrible decisions for us.

Break out the chips and guacamole, tomorrow is the big game! Not the Super Bowl of course, but the Puppy Bowl. I’m not much of a football fan so I spend most of the Sunday flipping around whatever filler the other channels show, and I’ve been watching the Puppy Bowl since it started in 2004. There’s something so mesmerizing about watching puppies fight each other for three hours while accompanied to smooth jazz music, and the addition of the Kitten Halftime Show only sweetened the deal. Does this make me less of a man? Probably. But a bunch of men smacking each others asses and grinding each other isn’t the most manly thing either.

20

Ok, the internet has it all now.  How many five year olds could you take in a fight?  I know they’re annoying, but who really needs to know how many of the little buggers they could kill?  I don’t even think I could take 20.  Kids that age have those little hands with death grips and sharp fingernails.  This number may come in handy for teachers during 1st grade uprisings though; they happen all the time in public school.

Today, I passed someone walking down the street carrying a ghettoblaster playing Snoop Dogg.  Not only is this unusual because it’s not 1983, but it’s strange to see a black person on the west side of Los Angeles.

Anyway, that brings me to my rant.  Attention all people that think we, for some reason, want to hear the music you like.  We don’t want to hear it.  Don’t walk down the street with a boombox, don’t play grainy mp3s off your cellphone in public places, and don’t drive down the street with your radio blasting and your windows down.  There’s a reason headphones were invented.  And to those of you that use earphones?  Turning them up so loud that everyone within half a block can still hear your music isn’t helping.  I really can’t wait for five years from now when you’re legally deaf.

The topper to this music rant is that my damn headphones broke today, after only two months!  That was not worth my $20.

So according to Google, today is the  50th anniversary of the Lego Brick.   Legos used to be my favorite toy; my parents once bought me one of  those 2000 brick sets, and whenever  we went to Toys ‘R’ Us or Pic ‘n’ Save, I would always get a small vehicle kit to fool around with.  For a while my favorite PC game was actually Lego Island.  I don’t know what it was about that shitty game, but I spent hours and hours driving my pizza scooter around.  If I recall correctly, I did everything that could possibly be done probably five times over.  I even almost named my dog after the main character.  Perhaps my old love for Legos is what made me get into Perler Beads and Pixel Blocks.  Building something big out of a lot of small things is just fun, no matter how old you are.

Uugh. Is there anything worse than an office refrigerator? The one at my office has progressively been getting smellier and smellier and this morning it was just unbearable. Since there’s not much to do in an attorney’s office on a holiday, I took it upon myself to clean in before sticking my lunch in. I found some of the moldiest and smelliest crap I’ve seen in a long time. In one container I couldn’t tell what food product it originally was; all that was left was a giant green mold ball. After a vicious assault with Lysol wipes and a big trash bag, the smell finally vanished…for now. The whole thing felt like some horrible episode of Moyashimon. Is it really so hard to remember to throw away the crap you left in there?

Kittens ‘adopted’ by pet rabbit

Six abandoned kittens have found an unexpected new mother figure - a pet rabbit.

Wasn’t the BBC supposed to be more hard hitting than crappy American news? So why are they still doing the same fluff (literally) stories about cute things adopting other cute things? They could at least find a Muslim Iraqi bunny adopting a litter of Jewish Israeli kittens. THAT’s real news.

That is an adorable picture though.

Because of my financial situation, I’ve been riding the bus everywhere for the past couple of years. That and I have no drivers license. Anyway, I have no real problem riding the bus. The commute time is longer but at least it gives me a chance to listen to my many podcasts. Since I started my new job, I’ve had to ride the bus a lot during rush hour, which means standing room only usually when I get on at my stop.

This brings me to the point of this post. I’m sick of the assholes that park their fat asses at the front of the bus near the farebox and prevent everyone from getting on. There’s plenty of room for them to move back but nooo, they just stand there and look at you stupid when you have to shove past them. Eventually the bus driver thinks it’s too crowded to pick up new riders. There are also the people that stand a little further down the aisle, smack dab in the middle so you can’t even get to the back door to get off the bus. Be a little considerate; a crowded bus ride is tough and you’re just making it harder for everyone.

Huh? How did you find this place? Its certainly not an exciting place to find. Just somewhere for me to empty the bowels inside my head. As for the name of the blog; I like Futurama and I hate most other things. That’s about it.

And thanks Zach for letting me mooch off your webspace.