Sat, 26 May 2007
I saw a link online where you could leave a message on a scrolling sign in an office building somewhere in the US (California, I think).
I thought I'd pimp Squeezebox...
But all of the workers were just looking away.
They were completely unimpressed with anything on the sign...even the horrendous racial epithets people were displaying...
I thought they'd appreciate my simple advertisement instead of the repeating message of "Balls, balls, balls..." or "You're ugly!"
But, to no avail.
The message scrolled, stayed for a second, repeated a couple of times, and went away forever.
Podcasts themselves are a lot like that.
Category:Tom -- posted at: 1:23am EDT
Sun, 20 May 2007
Sadly enough Tom and I were not able to get together today to record our wonderful show, I was too busy with packing and shit before I head off on vacation. There will also be no ep. next week as I will also be gone. What about Oreo you ask? Well I just buy a rather large turkey, cook it, and then toss it in the tub, and she can chip away at it all week (she doesnt even notice im gone due to all the turkey induced sleeping). I kid, my friend will be staying here, to feed the bitch. If you live in Toronto, Ottawa or Montreal, I'll be saying hi as I drive by.
Category:Shane -- posted at: 12:30pm EDT
Wed, 16 May 2007
I am surprised to see that Shane has still not posted any images of the gift I bought him for his birthday.
These magnets of cat butts swelled at me from the shelf in this weird little store in Toronto. I was with Jhoan (wife), Misener, and Jenna, and they all agreed that it pulsated with Shane-ness. It still wasn't gross enough for Misener...but I couldn't see anything dead or turned inside-out...so this was the winner.
The best part is the little cat in the bottom right corner saying, "Guess which one is mine?"
These are the only kind of gifts I know Shane will like. I do not want to buy him a "personal massager" that he burns out by sitting on them for hours on end. I want something that will ignite his imagination. I want something to take him up into the rear-asses of felines.
They were the most expensive magnets I ever bought, but his reaction was worth every penny.
Category:Tom -- posted at: 3:42am EDT
Mon, 14 May 2007
This is a little photo proof of the single-shoe-theory that Shane and I concocted several episodes ago...
I don't know why this particular black shoe is paired with a crumpled laundry detergent bottle, but I have an idea...
This photo was taken on one of the many roads in Windsor where "Front-Porch-Fridge" people toss their trash in public.
This is a service road that runs parallel to our lone expressway. There is nothing really on this road except deep, wet ditches and shallow, dry personalities.
I found myself to be walking along it while my car was out of commission recently.
Most of the time, you see skater kids, wearing grimy backpacks, collecting stupidity out of the fuel-stained gravel on the sides of the roads.
I would hope that one of them would get ram-rodded by a truck while wandering down this side road, which would explain the shoe...but that's wishful thinking.
I think this shoe is nothing more than another piece of garbage being dumped alongside old newspapers, bottles, cans, and broken basketball rims (yes I saw one). I just don't know why there's only one! Where is the other shoe?
I actually could see a skater kid moving along at a good click, with those overly floppy shoes that are wider across than they are long, simply continuing along after one shoe bites the dust. These kids are usually pretty lazy, unless you are willing to give them something new for free, and I contest that they might actually leave their abused, battered, putrid pedal-foot shoe in a ditch.
"Screw it, I'll get it tomorrow. Hope it doesn't rain."
Idiots. Go pierce your brain.
If you have any theories, send them our way.
Category:Tom -- posted at: 2:05am EDT
Sun, 13 May 2007
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Mon, 7 May 2007
No episode this week. Tom sucks!
Too much going on in my little head to remember one of my favourite weekly activities.
Shane was ready and waiting.
I was watching synchonized swimming, clueless. Completely unaware of what I had forgotten.
I am a tool. By the way, that is not Shane and I in the photo above...but it IS our signature move!
They're dead meat.
Category:Shane -- posted at: 10:00am EDT