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I Love the Internet

I saw this sign at a emergency preparedness design exhibit at some NY museum a few years ago and was recently reminded of it and a few minutes of interweb research brought me to the Yamato Transport Company, where "we carry your cargo with the same passion and care as the mothercat carrying its kitten."

I don't think UPS handles my packages with such care.

On the blog again

I want this.

I'm blogging again. I still don't know what the point of this whole endeavor is, but I'll think of something.

When you care enough

These are brilliant.

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MySpace Rejection!

I had to create a MySpace page for a VH1 reality show back in my old job and as a result, set up a MySpace page for myself that I rarely use. I checked it today and noticed that this guy I was friends with in NY has de-friended me.

What the hell?

Granted, we weren't BFF or anything, but I can't imagine he would be feeling such animosity toward me that he would have to go to the trouble of de-friending me. It's not like there's a lot of active responsibility in maintaining a MySpace friendship. Last time I checked, the MySpace databases pretty much took care of it all.

While I'm not upset about being de-friended by this specific person, I'm a little hurt by the idea of it. What did I do? I haven't talked to the dude since the spring. I checked his page and he has 99 friends, so maybe he has a 100 friend quota and I was expendable?

It's strange, because I could have never had another thought about this person (he wasn't a close friend or anything), but now that I've been de-friended I really want to ask him why he felt it necessary to take this step. I'm just curious.

Will I contact him? No. Will I ever know why I was MySpace de-friended? Probably not. Will the pain ever subside? I can only hope. Just so long as Tom doesn't reject me, I'll be ok.

Holy Fucking Shit

I saw The Departed tonight and all I can say is Holy Fucking Shit.

I love Matt Damon and Marky Mark. Leo Di Caprio has never really done it for me . . . until now. Boy done grown up. He blew everyone else in the cast away. And the rest of the cast was good. Really good. He was better.


He's always just struck me as a boy. Last thing I saw him in was Gangs of NY. He always had this nervous, giggly thing going that just made his bad-assedness seem really contrived. Like he was trying to make us believe it as opposed to just being it. He is now it.

See this movie. Now. See it.

Confession

Probably not too surprising, but I love crappy gossip magazines. Specifically In Touch Weekly. I'm honestly not sure anything could be more mindlessly entertaining. Watching VH1's Awesomely Bad series requires more focus and attention than settling in with In Touch Weekly.

This week, I encounted the greatest freakin' quote I've ever read, courtesy of former Backstreet Boy Nick Carter.

Nick tells In Touch that the Backstreet Boys plan to have a new album out by the end of the year. "And I also want to work with the United Nations to help the great apes and the coral reefs," he adds.


I can't decided if this is the most brilliant or most retarded statement ever made.

Always Clean: for when clean isn't clean enough

I'm sick of the media telling me how dirty my vagina is. This product is totally unnecessary:


At least it's uplifting.