The Occasional Solipsist

I finally figured out what the eff X-Play stands for. I watch the show all the time, and always thought it was an in-joke that I wasn't getting.

I think I was right: The X button on a PS/PS2 controller and the word Play in pretty much every game ever made.

I'm a little slow.

By the way, the 'eff' is my attempt to curb the inordinate amount of swearing I use in the hopes that my child's first word won't be cocksucker or something simlilarly eloquent.

But since my baby won't likely be reading the blog for at least a few weeks, I should probably be ok on here.

Anything on at your place at 1:30am? Cause up here with the country cable, there's sweet shit on.

You either pick between a terrible movie where Michael Ironside is the only recognizable name, or an infomercial of bikini clad babes trying to coerce callers to have the time of their lives on the chat line. The same chat line that the girls in question wouldn't call because they're out laying pipe with real men, not fuckheads that think a good time awaits them for only $19.95 a call.

So you tune that shit out and fire up the browser to check out the daily reads. Ordinarily you'd load up the RSS reader and have enough stuff to read until the rapture, but that's all the way downstairs.

So you get your reads in and tonight, you end up coming very close to getting punched out by the wife you wake up from laughing so hard at the gems you come across.

In fact, you haven't laughed this hard, this late, since you stopped the occasional visit to the weed man on the chance that you might have to drive that same wife to the hospital for the whole labour thing. Course, when you're in that state, everything's funny.

So the first gem, a nice poke (couldn't resist) at the sanctimonious right-winger's wet dream Ann Coulter, a one-shot blog called I Fucked Ann Coulter in the Ass, Hard is about as good a laugh as you're likely to get without the assistance of the afforementioned medication. Until you read the author's follow-up Back in Ann Coulter's Ass Saddle Again. Very funny, made funnier by how on point the guy's observations about the object of his cynicism are.

But the best laugh of the night you'd have would be from the Dog vs Roomba clip from stevenf's blog. The Benny Hill soundtrack is the kicker I think. Though I might find it so funny because the dog in the clip looks exactly like my sister Lisa's dog Rahea.

So now that's done with. What channel was that chatline on again?

Labels: funny, gaming