Another post from the road – still in Colorado Springs.
My wife and kid and I had dinner at a Chinese restaurant called, appropriately enough, China Restaurant. Seriously. That was the best they could do, apparently. Having said that, the interior design was great and the food was good, too. This isn’t a review of the restaurant, though. No, this post is all about the retarded fortune cookie “fortune” my wife got.
I swear to God, Jesus, Budda, Mohammed, Zeus, L. Ron Hubbard, and Gorto the God of Cheese, I’m not making this up:
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How goddamn long has this been going on? I admit, I don’t listen to much commercial radio anymore – partly because of crap like this and mostly because I simply can’t take seriously an industry that calls the Goo Goo Dolls “alternative” music.
That, however, is for another post. This time out, I simply want to know how long stuff like this has been happening:
The words “crystal meth” got censored in a song about drug addiction.
I’m out of town, staying at a Hampton Inn in Colorado Springs, Colorado. The clock-radio went off this morning, and I was treated to your typical white bread, harmless, meaningless, “let’s talk for 5 hours about Britney, Christina and Brangelina” morning show. The station was 92.9 FM “the Peak”, and the morning show is “The Peak Morning Show with Jim Berry and Tammy Oakland”. Blah.
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This is probably nothing new, but since I haven’t received new credit cards in a while, it’s a first for me. I decided that I needed a replacement for my Bank of America card since it was finally getting a little tattered:
Getting a new card was easy-peasy; I simply logged into the website and ordered a new one. What I got in the mail two weeks later was this:
A new card… and a half. What the hell? Let me see if I’ve got this right. Someone out there is so goddamn stupid that they would hang a mini credit card on their keychain? You gotta be kidding me.
Think back to the time in your life when you first started carrying a wallet (or for the ladies, a wallet or purse). In all that time, which have you misplaced more frequently, your keys or your wallet (or purse)? If you’re anything like me, and I know I am, you’ve misplaced your keys far, far more frequently than your wallet. Losing your keys now takes on a whole new drama with an active credit card on it. Brilliant! [click to continue…]