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22 January 2005

My Top Ten

Posted by Rube | 22 January, 2005

Acidman is looking for somebody to blame. And, as my old boss at UPS was wont to say, nobody's gonna be getting anything done around here until we find a scapegoat. Let's play!

Gloria Steinem

She didn't invent feminism, but she certainly became the poster-girl for it. The two-income, latchkey family is at the root of a multitude of problems in America, both economically and socially.

Tom Freston

The founder of MTV. Freston's behemoth is the reason the music industry, traditionally one of America's most innovative areas, has become the sole province Gangstas telling kids not to do drugs and digitally tone-corrected dotards and dotardesses like Cher.

Bob Saget

That's right, fucker, I said Bob Saget. Goddamn Canadian bastard was actually a very funny stand-up comic at one time. But then, he turned his sights on a network job, and hit the big-time with America's Funniest Home Videos. He turned into an unfunny, maddeningly-smug little camera mugger. This opened the floodgates for 20 years of sappy, horribly unfunny television 'humor', undoing decades of hard work by the likes of Redd Foxx, Carroll O'Connor, and the Not Ready for Prime Time Players. See also, Dave Coulier.

George Lucas

How the fuck can you make Star Wars suck? I mean, farting ewoks?

Paul Allen

This no-good sonofabitch was a co-founder of Microsoft, the guys who brought you Bob. Paul, being one of the co-founders of Evil Itself, is a shoo-in for this list. I would've put Gates in there, but c'mon, how could you hate that cute widdle face of his?! Paul, however, knew what Gates was up to when they founded that company, and didn't shoot him. Adding to this infamy, Paul is also directly response for MS-DOS using the backslash (\) to separate directories, instead of the forward slash as God and AT&T intended. Although I suspect most of you mouse-jockeys have never noticed such a thing, I assure you it's diabolical.

Tim Berners-Lee

As you probably know, Berners-Lee invented the World-Wide Web, and is therefore directly responsible for comment spam. Fuck you, Tim.

John F. Kennedy

I know he died before I was born, but he was responsible for the entire bad part of the 60s. He got us into Vietnam to save the French(!), and gave Generation IX something to bitch about until the present day. Inexplicably, his babies in Vietnam and Cuba are thrown into our faces every time America tries to do something good in the world, and yet every pampered playboy candidate from the Democratic side of the fence tries to waltz into the White House with his mask on. Go figure. Maybe he actually did some good by keeping the Democrats effectively out of office for 40 years? Naah.

William S. Burroughs

I liked Burroughs' first couple of books, Junky and Queer. They were gritty, gripping, and entertaining to read. But after that, he spent 50 years showing people that you don't need to be able to write to be a writer, and you don't need to be able to think to be an intellectual. Once he got his thinking cap on, all he did was bastardize literature with pop vapidness, and utterly destroyed American philosophy with hate-filled, nihilistic crypto-elitism. His material was the prototype for celebrity pseudo-intellectuals like Timothy Leary, Oliver Stone, and Noam Chomsky. Through his association with one-hit wonders like Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady, he installed the backdoor through which intellectual thought slipped out unnoticed in the 60s.

Lou Gerstner

Rounding out our trio of technical goats is this sack of shit. Lou is the reason you're probably reading this page with a Microsoft browser, on a Microsoft OS, after clicking a link with an overpriced, ergonomically baffling Microsoft Mouse. You see, Lou was in charge of IBM back when they were developing my beloved operating system, OS/2. They'd successfully wrenched it from the jaws of Microsoft Perfidy (actually, Microsoft Perfidy sounds like a great name for a new product, doesn't it? Then, when you called tech support, they'd ask you, "So, do you have the latest Perfidy?" And you could respond wryly, while watching a little hourglass run out sand and turn itself over for an eternity, all because somebody else's fucking computer crashed across the office while you had a drive mapped to it, "Yes, Mr. Tech Support Guy, I do indeed have the latest Perfidy, you soulless, soulless cur."), and it was developing into an advanced, beautifully architected system which was superior in every way to its competitors from Microsoft and Apple. It should have been the OS that the computer revolution ran on. Gerstner didn't have the vision to keep OS/2 advancing, and, waiting until I'd spent about, oh, $2000 on various OS/2 versions and programs which are today about as useful as 1990 Sugar Bowl Tickets. But Gerstner didn't want to stop there! He also arranged to buy Lotus, the guys who were Office before Office, and drive them into the ground, just so the Microsoft Applications Division could sleep at night without worry that there might have been some competition out there or something. If I can figure out how Gerstner managed to destroy Novell, I'll have his ass in a cell with Martha Stewart for shady corporate skullduggery.

Jesse Jackson

I'll just let Acidman explain that one. My thoughts exactly.

Well, now, that was fun. Maybe we should reduce it to 5, though. 5's a meme; 10's almost like work.

20 January 2005

I should be getting more hits

Posted by Rube | 20 January, 2005

If you think you've got some good search-engine placement, just lookie what Rube's got.

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Yeah, buddy, send in the horny mexicans, there be room for evvabuddy here in El Rube's Rancho de Amore.

I would think I'd get more hits over that one. My top ten searches?

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There is style, there. I'm not saying I'm disappointed, just a bit confused. Oddly enough, it looks like Apple's G5 intro got google-bombed into the #5 spot. I guess the number 3 spot on the world-wide supercomputer list is just not enough for some people.

19 January 2005

Rube shrugs

Posted by Rube | 19 January, 2005

Over at A Small Victory, they've started the ol' fat-chick/skinny-chick theoreticals up. Why in the world does anybody debate this point? The cool thing is, the extremes are out. There's people over there dredging up stories about that 300-lb. gorilla-woman they bagged in college who really wasn't that bad in the sack, and had a good heart to boot, not that I asked and oh, don't worry, I always wear my dinner on my shirt. I'm sorry, guys and gals, but if fat-mouthing gets your goat because your chick's a whale...sorry, I can't think of a good animal metaphor to end that sentence, but still, you're the one with the problem.

I wouldn't date a fat girl. They're not attractive to me, and therefore it would be silly for me to date one. I also wouldn't date this Teri Polo chick because she's a fucking actress! Have you ever talked to an actress? Jesus, it's like holding a conversation with your hand after jerking off, I mean really, thanks for the amusing lay, honey, but I've got a book to read. I need a bit more intellectual grab-ass than that. I need a girl who can talk about something that's not written in all-caps on a piece of paper after her name and a stage direction. I mean, really, up until the 1970s actors and actresses weren't even considered polite company.

So, will I be considering my possible future with Teri Polo, spending late nights drinking cheap wine and discussing with her the theological implications of the theory of relativity, and the destabilizing influence of voice recording on the natural evolution of human language? No, I doubt it.

Will I be masturbating vigorously over the upcoming Playboy spread? Yes. Yes I will. At least until the cashier at the gas station catches me.

UPDATE: Get a load of this guy at Michele's

My theory is that guys who go for girls with bodies like 11-year-old boys actually would prefer to be with 11-year-old boys.
Posted by Dirk on January 18, 2005 07:24 AM

Yes, "Dirk", because all 11-year-old boys have 36-inch hips and perky, pouting breasts with well-defined yet subtly protruding nipples, as well as expertly-manicured vaginas. My theory, Dirk, is that men who have trouble telling Playboy models from 11-year-old boys better just stay the fuck away from my nephews, that's all I'm saying.

18 January 2005

Stalking as an art form

Posted by Rube | 18 January, 2005

A new series of posts, tentatively titled "Reading Other People's Posts in the Voice of William S. Burroughs, with Associated Sound Effects and Brilliant Production Values". Emphasis on the tentative.

Just because I find her t-shirt to be enticingly stretched, and also because I like to involve my girlfriend in such things, we decided to begin with Christina's Joke of the Day, from January 16, 2005.

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Joke Of The Day

For complaints and copyright questions, please go screw yourself.