Wednesday, June 29, 2011

On the Backs of Angels

I must say that I'm eagerly anticipating the arrival of September, the 13th specifically.  That's the day that one of my favourite bands (okay, that's an understatement) will unleash their newest album (eleventh studio recording), A Dramatic Turn of Events, on the world.  Naturally, with Mike Portnoy having left the band, I am extremely curious to see what the new sound will be.  The iconic drummer was, in my mind, the heart and soul of the band as well as its creative mastermind.

Today, my curiosity was somewhat appeased with the release of the first single from A Dramatic Turn of Events.  From the first listen, I absolutely love On the Backs of Angels.  It's got the glorious amalgamation of ballsiness and musicianship I have come to love with this band.  I can't wait to hear the rest of the album!

-FSG

Monday, June 6, 2011

Weiner, Weiner, Chicken Deiner!

I'm still low on internet (although that should be remedied in the near future), so I must be brief, but I couldn't resist schlepping across the parking lot to secure the use of an unsecured network for this story.

Please tell me I'm not the only person who finds it absurdly hilarious that the dude's name is "Weiner."


-FSG

Friday, May 13, 2011

Ankles =/= Modesty

I'm briefly back with a couple of posts before I go back to the land of the unconnected.  In today's post, I'd like to bring light to an article I read recently that I found quite amusing.  I thought that women were supposed to be completely modest and more than fully clothed.  Apparently, I'm wrong.

Now, I must speculate.  We have been told that it's seen by the Taliban and many extremists that it is a crime for women to show their ankles.  So, I'm left to wonder what this porn could be like.  I'd bet the stash is comprised of either women's feet (and slightly North of there (but no calves...let's not go crazy) OR naked women wearing socks.  I haven't figured out which yet though.

-FSG

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Lacking the Internets

The past few days, I've had limited internet connectivity at best, so that is the reason for the lack of posts.  Worry not.  As soon as the problem is rectified, there will be a slew of posts.  It's kind of like holding in a poop in a way.  The more you hold it, the more it builds up, and then BAM.  It all comes out!  Pardon the analogy...It was just the most apt way to express the situation.


-FSG

Friday, April 22, 2011

Mighty "The Steve Irwin" Mullet

It's time for a double header of Mighty Mullet!  Enjoy.




-FSG

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Share the Sidewalk!

On my run today, I was reacquainted with a pet peeve of mine that I (thankfully) hadn't encountered in quite some time.  I am of course talking about flocks of blockheads who believe that the sidewalk exists for their existence and their existence only.  Below is a guide to dealing with this sort of irksome being.

Step 1:  Recognize them when you see them.  While walking down the street, you will see a set of at least two people that look like they desire nothing more in life than to play Red Rover with complete strangers.

Step 2:  This depends on whether you are walking in the same direction or the opposite one, as signals must be different to stimulate different senses in these inconsiderate bastard:
A.  You are behind them walking in the same direction at a quicker pace.  In this case, I find it's best to make loud noises (eg. a sneeze, a growl, or a fart *so long as it's a cheek flapper*).  If the perps still don't get the hint and move their asses, it is not only socially acceptable, but it is necessary for the rest of society to push your way between them...Bonus points if you can interrupt their conversation.
B.  You are in front of them walking in the opposite direction.  Here, you have the obligation to stimulate their visual senses as well.  Perhaps flailing your arms or staring the group down (bonus points if you're cross-eyed and can stare them all down at once).  Again, if they don't move, you have the civic duty to pass right through them like shit through a goose.

Step 3:  Wait around for your Nobel Prize.


I know we all encounter this sort of thing from time to time, so I hope the above guide helps you next time you find yourself in this irritating situation.

-FSG