Hand written notes.
Yer gonna get a cap in yo ass for eatin' the wrong burrito! And I thought burrito was an affectionate name, in Spanish, for a donkey.
Dwyer apparently is a passive man. Or Sean's much bigger than Dwyer. If this had happened to me I'd have cracked Sean on the bonce and then some. And I wouldn't have waited either.
You draw your own conclusions....
Some gems. From collegehumor.com
Fido's Revenge
Freedom of Choice
SPGs take note
Justifying all the lawyer jokes
Don't ask. I don't know. I don't want to know.
Shock news! Bob the Builder is a closet Nazi! A disgruntled employee has leaked the cover of an unreleased Bob the Builder book! Unreleased apparently under the advice of Bob's lawyers and publicists!
All you need to know is that Haley Clare is performing at the Alexis in the Great Eastern Mall in Ampang. She's performing a tribute to Eva Cassidy. I've already seen the show. As a fan of Eva Cassidy, I doubly loved it and thought it was a proper tribute done by a fellow fan. This weekend is your last chance to catch it.
Go see it.
Thanks Ivy.
I came across 'A Metal Tribute to Abba'. I just had to have it. I thought it would be really interesting how Abba songs could be interpreted by metal bands. I figured if not just for the novelty value, it would be the comedy album of the year.
The first few songs confirmed my worst fears. I had hoped to be pleasantly surprised and impressed by the various bands but it seemed like all they had wanted to do was throw in as much guitar crunch and rapid fire percussion as possible. The harder and faster the better. It seemed like the bands were like going for shock tactics or running ruthlessly roughshod over the songs. I don't really blame them. Think back to Abba lyrics. Songs like Thank You For The Music, Chiquitita and Take A Chance On Me. Maybe you'd have an inkling how hard it was for metal bands to interpret songs with lyrics like that.
Perhaps it's fitting then that when I got to Eagle with was played by Sargant Fury that I suddenly found something entirely believable and viable. The lyrics of Eagle would fit the pretentious melodic metal bands of past years which ran on themes of the mystical and the grand. The next song after Eagle was One Of Us with was played by Flowing Tears. They played it like a metal ballad dispensing with heavy, fast, down-picked, distorted guitar work but retaining the metal feel with melodic lead guitar lines. I really like it. As much as I liked Eagle. Maybe more.
By this time I'd brightened up and I found Waterloo by Nation to be fun. I'm listening to Super Trouper now by Custard. It was a valiant effort and a good metal interpretation but there's only so much can be done with a song like that as far as metal goes. The next song is Knowing Me Knowing You. Half of me is awash with anticipation. The other half is filled with dread and impending doom!
Footnote: If you have a copy of "Twang! A Tribute to Hank Marvin and The Shadows", please please let me have a listen. You will have earned my eternal gratitude.
Laaydeeez and gennelmen.... Jake Shimabukuro!
That's not a guitar. That's a ukelele. Awesome.
If you can spare the time google this book title.
Latawnya, the Naughty horse, Learns to Say "No" to Drugs
Nevermind, 'cos if you did, you might end up here. I'll save you the trouble. Click on the link.
A few things you might realise. Mama Horse has the same first name as the author. The author has eight children just like Mama and Papa horse. The girl horses have names like showgirl tranny dancers' stage names. The author's description on the dust jacket is a stroke of genius.
If this woman can get published, I'm already a literary giant. Anyone want to publish Esque? Or my work-in-progress, "Red onto Grey" when it's done? Riches, greatness and awards for literature await!
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Thanks Erin.
See for yourself. Click here: interunix webhosting
Just an option for you guys out there who are thinking about taking your blogs a step further. Wish I knew about it.
I'm wondering what to do next with my newly acquired domain name. I was even thinking of transfering it over to to another company now. But that would mean paying twice for the same thing. If I pay eternalsolutions it will be a difference of 4 Ringgit in the end. It's a matter of principle. I had expected to pay just RM35 instead of over 50 bucks which I'm going to have to do now. I'll cough up the RM24. Next year, I will transfer the domain name to another company. I will also never recommend eternalsolutions to anyone and if asked, I will share my experiences and point people to their competitors.
You reap what you sow.
Well, enough bitchin' from me. I own a domain name. I'm happy about it.
www.brainspillage.com
Coming soon to a web browser near you!
F1 is coming to town! While staying on topic and flying off tangent all at the same time, here are a few pictures.
It's meant to show you Kimi Raikonnen's frickin' cool motorcycle. But what is obvious to me from the photos, is the the man also owns a Ferrari Enzo.
Prick.
More lovely photos from Attu. First edition here. Why not contribute captions? Mine are below the pictures. Obviously!
Goddammit bitch! I told you not to wear low cut tops and sit near the door! Now people think you're the damn ticket machine!
Where Jim-Bob at? Oh. Dang.
Oh yeah bay-bee.... yeah.... yeah beb-bee....
With that last picture of the happy dog I actually wanted to make some reference to the word 'bitch' in its proper context i.e. female dog and current popular usage. But somehow I didn't work. I think it's come to the point where the word has had its meaning permanently altered. It seems irreversible.
What did you call my dog? A nice what?
Bolew is an etrxcat of a bolg pstonig taht I fnuod in Attu Sees All.
I culod raed it so I am fwroardnig it by way of psotnig it on my bolg.If yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid, too.
Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe tuo fo 100 anc.
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.
Ptrety Naet huh?
So that's the reason why ol' Ron's always smiling. And I thought it was because he makes billions by selling bits-of-animal-inna-bun that no one would eat at a dinner table but will happily wolf down in a fast food restaurant.*
* - Comment is just for comedic purposes. I don't want to get sued for slander and libel. For the record, I occasionally eat bits-of-animal-inna-bun and enjoy it.
Whatever you do.... if you're in the army.... DON'T piss off your superior officer.
Volvo tried really hard to revamp their image of making boxy boring tanks (sorry, cars) and station wagons (again, sorry, estates) and I think they succeeded of late. Volvo make some really nice cars now. In my opinion, they could have saved the millions upon millions that they spent on R&D, design and all that jazz. This picture proves Volvo's don't need to be boring. I just wonder what mum said when she saw her car the morning after her teenager borrowed it to go out on a date.
My own personal choice of isotonic drink is 100 Plus.
I knew there was a reason why I don't drink Gatorade.
Check out the Gatorade Conspiracy
These are excerpts from a letter sent into football365.com by a Richard Horley. No, I have no clue who he is. Just that he wrote to a website I read regularly.
Metallica and England. Both are due to play the new Wembley in July. I definitely know which one I would prefer to go and see at the moment.
When I go and see Metallica in July, I know I will leave the stadium thinking "Bloody hell. One of the best nights of my life and they are the best live act ever". I know when I next watch England, I know I will leave the stadium thinking "Bloody hell. I feel very underwhelmed and cheated out of my money by an act which really should live up to their billing. A bit like the Red Hot Chili Peppers".
That's a pretty accurate assessment. I saw the Red Hot Chilli Peppers play in Perth. More like the Not Very Spicy Chili Peppers. Fabulous musicians no doubt. They just weren't very interested to be there. They came, they played and they fucked off with our money is what it was. As for the English national football team, please please please stop playing Stevie G and Fat Frank together in midfield!!!
Fat Frank has to go!
When are they going to figure out that lumping the biggest names in English football into the same team doesn't work? It's not about your best players (or overinflated reputations). It's about the best balanced team possible. Also, Steve McClaren's no different from Sven in that he only picks players from certain clubs and ignores more deserving players in other clubs. While we're at it we could bring back David Beckham. At least Becks always looked like he cared and tried his darndest.
This is my little campaign for a proper England midfield.
Out with Fat Frank!
You have to see this.
It's from, I suppose, my sister blog. Very-long-lost-sister blog. It's like dad-had-a-wild-time-before-settling-down kind of long lost sister. You know. The kind you never knew existed and the both of you look so alike the only difference between the both of you is a hyphen! *chuckles*
If you'd had a look at my imposter posting, there's another Brain Spillage. Also on blogspot and also using the Minima Dark template. Other than that it's chalk and cheese. Rachelle (blog owner and author) is a young, attractive blond American girl. As for me, read everything in that line as opposite. You'd end up with me.
Sorry, got carried away with all that. Anyway, have a look.
After you've popped your eyes out on the posting and pictures, let me tell you that at my first job we had to bring our own coffee.... never mind junk food and snacks heaven.
I'm sure you've seen this on some blogs before. I have no idea how it is calculated or what the criteria and factors are. All I know is that when I took my enforced hiatus from my blog it was worth about two and a half grand. Now that I'm posting regularly again, it's worth $3,951.78.
My blog is worth $3,951.78.
How much is your blog worth?
Greg just pointed out to me (like 10 minutes ago via Messenger) that there's another blog called Brain Spillage.
And I thought I was being original.
I assure you I didn't know about this one (which precedes mine actually).
And the only difference between my blog's URL and Rachelle's is that I have a hyphen in my URL. Strange world.
brainspillage.blogspot.com
Aaaahhhhh..... the wonder that the world has. That an old jaded relic like myself in the new digital age of the internet, satellite TV and cell phones can learn something new. Last year I wrote in my original blog introducing a word to whoever read it. It wasn't a new word to me but it puzzled me that so many people had no idea what it was or meant.
I pinched the posting and posted it here November last year. Here's the link: Learn a New Word Today
And I have a new word for you kiddies today. It starts with the question: What is the opposite of (boob) cleavage? The answer and your new word for the day is neathage (as in a combination of beneath and cleavage). Also known as Australian cleavage cos obviously it's down under of a boob or a pair of boobs.
And you lucky lucky people I have a picture of an example of neathage for you. It's the cover of the Chocolate and Cheese album by Ween. Enjoy!
This is neathage!
Well, speaking of slogans on tees and jackets, this one is my ultimate favourite. It's a motorcycle t-shirt for guys (and butch lesbians I suppose). On the back in BIG letters are the words:
"IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THE BITCH FELL OFF".
Legendary.
You must have seen the picture on your email inbox by now.
I read in The Star today about a man in Hong Kong who is 107 and credits his longevity to celibacy. This guy hasn't had a shag in 70 years. He still smokes though. Wonderful news to smokers everywhere. Tobacco won't kill you just as long as you give up happy happy fun time.
It's quite a statement. Live forever! Just give up sex.
Novel idea it may be but I don't think I'll try it. If I gave up sex I don't think I'd live very long anyway.
I'd kill myself first.
Also in the same paper, a Kiwi fashion designer in trouble for making a baby tee for young girls with the legend "Future Porn Star" on the front. Young being little. Like little kiddie little. For a start it's funny. It'd be funny if I see a picture of a girl wearing this t-shirt in one of those mass sending emails that corporate companies hate their employees getting. It's like the picture of the little boy football fan caught flipping the bird on camera at a football game. I got that picture more than once and I still thought it was funny. Thank-god-that's-not-my-kid funny.
Future porn star. It's funny. It is. I'd buy it for my son. Only if I didn't have to explain what it meant though! Only an idiot dumbfuck of a parent buys a tee that says Future Porn Star for their daughter. That's like telling the world you suck as a mom or dad and that you've already spent her college fund on drugs and alcohol.
