
Congratulations John McCain.
I guess you locked up the election. No need to finish things up the next couple of weeks. Now that you have an endorsement by the backup quarterback of a 2-4 NFL team that is woefully underachieving and can’t even keep a locker room clean, you pretty much are all set.
Well you know what Brady Quinn? I don’t care what you think…Oh no.
I base who I vote for solely on the endorsements they receive from the following seven people:
1) Seneca Wallace (backup QB for the Seattle Seahawks)
2) Mister Salty
3) Gallagher’s younger brother Ron Gallagher who ripped him off and stole his routine for over a decade.
4) Miranda July
5) James L. Brooks
6) Aaron Downey
7) That chick from the Progressive Auto Insurance commercials.
I haven’t heard anything from any of you yet! WHO SHOULD I VOTE FOR!!!!
Endorsements are maybe the dumbest thing about elections. Electoral college aside.
I know I don’t want to vote for that O’Bama, because he’s Irish! I can’t support the Irish!!! He’ll take all his orders from the Pope!! NOOOO!!!
Speaking of dressing up like something, Halloween is almost upon us.
For little kids that means a lot of free candy, running around, being cute and/or annoying and being scared by things that probably aren’t scary.
For eleven through 13 year olds it means you only have a couple chances left, tops. Make the most of them. I know, you don’t want to have to say “Trick or Treat!” anymore and that it is embarrassing and you sure as hell don’t want any of the people you go to school with to see you in your Wall*E costume. But your face is covered. It’ll be all right. And it’s free candy you ungrateful bastards!
For teenagers it means playing pranks and generally being an asshole and being upset that you are too old to trick or treat but hiding your dissatisfaction behind two dozen eggs and several rolls of low grade toilet paper.
For college kids it means slutty slutty women’s costumes mixed with an amount of alcohol consumption that is neither intelligent or fun. Enjoy it while it lasts bitches.
For twenty-somethings like me, it means watching “Halloween” and wishing it was better. If you are a twentysomethign like myself, looking for a way to enjoy your Halloween that involves being home and a scary movie, I suggest you pick up “Funny Games”. The original 1997 version is better, but you can get the English 2008 version too if you’re too lazy to read. Now that’s a fucking movie. It’ll make you feel horrible about everything.
If you’re old enough to have little kids, congratulations, you’ve cashed in again. This is the beginning of you living vicariously through them because your life is already pretty much over.
I’m using my smarmy asshole voice for this entry.
Worst candies ever:
- Milk Duds (IT HAS DUD IN THE TITLE FOR FUCK’S SAKE! It’s like my friends who ordered the “Shamwow” from that lazy-eyed jackass on TV and were expecting it to be great. Really friends? In the commercial, it has all of the properties of a vacuum, carpet cleaner, stain remover and empty 5 gallon jug. Anything that versatile would clearly be classified as a WMD in America. Throw in the fact that it has SHAM in the title and you should have a pretty damn good idea what you’re getting. They are pieces of felt that smell horrible and shed weird lint everywhere. Never trust a lazy-eyed guy with a telemarketer headset.
- Wax Candy (The shit isn’t even candy. It’s just wax. I’m pretty sure they make it from the runoff at Yankee Candle facilities. Next year, save me the trouble and give me a handful of tea-lights Grandma!)
- Juijyfruits (I loooove chewing and haaaaate teeth)
- Smartees (the less glamorous cousin of Pixie Stix)
- Pennies (at least they’re full of minerals…)
Most Underplayed Candies:
- Skor (everyone loves Heath bar. Well, Skor is just as good!)
- Payday (easily the best candy bar out there. It is just peanuts and sugar but it has such a strange and unique flavor. Some foods are more than the sum of their parts…It’s sort of like the 2008 Arizona Cardinals who are somehow pretty good even though they probably shouldn’t be…Plus Bukowski LOVED Payday. And anything Bukowski loved is worth considering in my book (he also adored Mickey Rourke and swore he would be one of the greatest actors of this generation…I can’t wait for “The Wrestler”…)
- Take 5 (Most candybars have 2-4 elements [snickers, milky way, baby ruth...etc.] but Take 5 has set the bar higher. This is a candy bar that dares to achieve. This is a candy bar that is making future generations take notice. The Clark bar may have been great in 1964, but you know what? It looks like shit in comparison to Take 5. That’s how I feel about you Joe Namath. That’s how I feel about you!!!)
- Nutrageous (that shit is NUTRAGEOUS!)
- Candycorn (the great thing about candycorn is that it comes right out and says ‘I’m just a pile of dyed corn syrup and you’re gonna eat me anyway douchebag’.)
At my office for everyone’s birthday they buy a card (the office manager..on the company dime) and circulate it to that person’s department so everyone can sign it. It’s a nice gesture. When I got mine last year though, I noticed that I didn’t know at least 1/3 of the 45-55 signatures on it. And since the company is growing, the number of cards is high. You usually sign at least one a week, maybe more. I hate when they are all glittery. Stupid glitter covered desk. Sometimes like 6 people have their birthday the same week and they send around a folder with 6 cards in it to sign. That’s like 20 minutes of work. No joke. Because if you know the person, you want to write a little more than just “happy birthday, York”, you know?
Add in the fact that I don’t know/will never work with at least half of the people whose cards come across my desk and it can be sort of empty to just write yoru name.
So I have taken to signing every card with a fake name.
Sometimes I’ll write things like “We should go out more often, Gabe Z.” because no one who works here is named Gabe and even if there was a Gabe, there would be no need to write a last initial. But that’s the way Gabe Z. rolls.
Sometimes I’ll just write “Good luck, Camus”.
But one of my favorite things to do is to write things like:
“Happy Birthday Sarah P. I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you. You . Dave” (you want to cross it off so it is still legible but difficult to make out).
I suggest you do the same at your place of business.
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