-His hair.
-His name.
-His nose.
-His wife.
-His smile.
-His past screen credits.
-His current screen credits.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Cool shit to do with remote-controlled Lincoln Navigator that has working lights, spinning rims and working mp3 audio system.
-Unleash the remote-controlled asshole in you.
-Tell everyone you’re under-compensating.
-Claim to have been officially pimped by Xzibit, who is much smaller in person.
-Say you car-jacked a 12-year old in broad daylight.
-Explain to friends that your ride ain’t small, it’s just their asses are wide.
-Blast white man’s music to be ironic.
-Upload an mp3 of you asking for car directions.
-Boast about having the first electric SUV that isn’t gay.
-Bring car to Lincoln dealer and say, “What the fuck?! I drove through a car wash and look what happened! Hemi, my ass! I want my fucking money back!”
-Call AAA and tell them you’ve got a little flat.
-Tell everyone you’re under-compensating.
-Claim to have been officially pimped by Xzibit, who is much smaller in person.
-Say you car-jacked a 12-year old in broad daylight.
-Explain to friends that your ride ain’t small, it’s just their asses are wide.
-Blast white man’s music to be ironic.
-Upload an mp3 of you asking for car directions.
-Boast about having the first electric SUV that isn’t gay.
-Bring car to Lincoln dealer and say, “What the fuck?! I drove through a car wash and look what happened! Hemi, my ass! I want my fucking money back!”
-Call AAA and tell them you’ve got a little flat.
Signs the guy next to me on the subway last night was fucked in the head.
-Voraciously reading yellowed sci-fi paperback titled, Blood and Honor by Simon R. Green.
-Wearing beige London Fog barncoat browning at cuffs with dirt.
-Long red and yellow knit scarf wrapped around his neck like Griffendor’s retard DMV instructor.
-Unwashed matted hair that made him look like The Biggest, Dirtiest Loser.
-A smell of equal parts moth balls, cat piss, the elderly, the homeless, death, schmegma, closetful of used tampons and tissue balls of year-old semen.
-Took the subway.
-Sported sensible frames from Pearle Vision’s Serial Killer Collection.
-Finished retard sci-fi book, and within minutes, began reading another titled, Another Moon by Patricia Briggs.
BONUS: Random half sentences that came to me as I watched this sap:
-Pages so yellow with defeat, with abuse, with the stink of mangy hands…
-Golden with earwax, wrinkles carbon-dating a long-lost snot held between chapter title and word one.
-Wearing beige London Fog barncoat browning at cuffs with dirt.
-Long red and yellow knit scarf wrapped around his neck like Griffendor’s retard DMV instructor.
-Unwashed matted hair that made him look like The Biggest, Dirtiest Loser.
-A smell of equal parts moth balls, cat piss, the elderly, the homeless, death, schmegma, closetful of used tampons and tissue balls of year-old semen.
-Took the subway.
-Sported sensible frames from Pearle Vision’s Serial Killer Collection.
-Finished retard sci-fi book, and within minutes, began reading another titled, Another Moon by Patricia Briggs.
BONUS: Random half sentences that came to me as I watched this sap:
-Pages so yellow with defeat, with abuse, with the stink of mangy hands…
-Golden with earwax, wrinkles carbon-dating a long-lost snot held between chapter title and word one.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Chinese Democracy?
I heard the new, long-awaited Guns & Roses disc would be coming out soon.
Which pissed me off.
I thought it'd be funny as shit if it came out when China had indeed become a democracy.
Say 2023, at which point crazy-old-man Axl would be like, FUCK, and destroy the masters and start all over.
DIMELO!?
Which pissed me off.
I thought it'd be funny as shit if it came out when China had indeed become a democracy.
Say 2023, at which point crazy-old-man Axl would be like, FUCK, and destroy the masters and start all over.
DIMELO!?
Failed Jay-Z and Beyonce Couple Names as Written by Dipshit Publicists.
Camel-once.
Jigga-hoe.
Roc-a-Scare.
J-owles.
George-Z Jefferson & Weavey.
Amos & Andy.
Kingdom Dumb.
The Black (Insert Better White Celeb Couple Mashup Name).
more soon.
Jigga-hoe.
Roc-a-Scare.
J-owles.
George-Z Jefferson & Weavey.
Amos & Andy.
Kingdom Dumb.
The Black (Insert Better White Celeb Couple Mashup Name).
more soon.
Joe Camel Takes a Hoe?
Attention jockeys - camel, disc or other:
Jay-Z did not marry Beyonce over the weekend.
Jay-Z did not marry Beyonce over the weekend.
Thank You, Makers of Blood Diamond.
You have given birth to the following scenario in my mind (all based on a timely social ill, of course):
If people die mining and trafficking diamonds in Africa, what happens to people mining and trafficking fake diamonds? Do they stage their deaths? Do they hire actors to shoot blanks at them? Do they post Blair Witch-like snuff films on youtube?
Thank you, Leo & everyone involved in the making of Blood Diamond. You have entertained me and I will never, ever see your movie. Because, by supporting a movie that sensationalizes a social epidemic, am I not contributing to the epidemic? Or do I get a special (red) movie ticket that explains how all proceeds will go towards fighting the problem?
DIMELO!
If people die mining and trafficking diamonds in Africa, what happens to people mining and trafficking fake diamonds? Do they stage their deaths? Do they hire actors to shoot blanks at them? Do they post Blair Witch-like snuff films on youtube?
Thank you, Leo & everyone involved in the making of Blood Diamond. You have entertained me and I will never, ever see your movie. Because, by supporting a movie that sensationalizes a social epidemic, am I not contributing to the epidemic? Or do I get a special (red) movie ticket that explains how all proceeds will go towards fighting the problem?
DIMELO!
Breaking Bonaduce Tipping Point.
Don't know if this can qualify as having jumped the shark, as it kinda sucked from the start.
Irish-Italian with a drinking problem and a temper? NO WAY!
Irish-Italian with a drinking problem and a temper? NO WAY!
National Geographic’s In the Womb TV special.
If their intention was to make me wish I was back in the womb out of sheer boredom, congrats.
Wife as Ultimate GPS.
There I am feeling my wife's lady lump to enjoy my unborn's childs movements. I go here, there, trying to catch a kick or two. No luck. That's when the wife helps me. She's like, the baby's over here, in the Northwest quadrant of belly section 3B.
Amazing, really.
That reminds me, some dipshit congratulated me on 'the most common miracle around.'
I laughed, but afterwards felt like introducing this prick to another miracle:
Death by strangulation.
dimelo!
Amazing, really.
That reminds me, some dipshit congratulated me on 'the most common miracle around.'
I laughed, but afterwards felt like introducing this prick to another miracle:
Death by strangulation.
dimelo!
El Siempre en Dominguero Gets Some Love.
Caught some of the Raul Velasco special on Univision over the weekend.
Raul Velasco was the Don Francisco of the Hisano-universe before there was a Don Francisco worth noting. He hosted a variety show titled Siempre en Domingo (Always on Sunday).
Glad he finally got his due, and not posthumously.
DIMELO!
Raul Velasco was the Don Francisco of the Hisano-universe before there was a Don Francisco worth noting. He hosted a variety show titled Siempre en Domingo (Always on Sunday).
Glad he finally got his due, and not posthumously.
DIMELO!
The Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2006.
Once a year, I get to prove just how gay I may possibly be.
Instead of ogling the T&A walking the catwalk, I comment on how great the house music is.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Kudos to whomever they get to remix the shit out of standards.
It makes watching skinny women who speak no English walk around in underwear feel less perverted.
Slightly.
In related news, the producers have also included backstage snippets (or should I say nip-slippets) of the Amazons dancing around. Haha. You think white people can't dance, fuck. These largely Brazilian hangars make white people look like James Brown.
DIMELO!
Instead of ogling the T&A walking the catwalk, I comment on how great the house music is.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Kudos to whomever they get to remix the shit out of standards.
It makes watching skinny women who speak no English walk around in underwear feel less perverted.
Slightly.
In related news, the producers have also included backstage snippets (or should I say nip-slippets) of the Amazons dancing around. Haha. You think white people can't dance, fuck. These largely Brazilian hangars make white people look like James Brown.
DIMELO!
Mos Def vs Bono.
Mos Def is one of my favorite rapper/actors. He is very socially conscious, although what he’s done for charity escapes me. (I know he had a book store or some shit in the Black Star days.)
Bono is one of the most influential people on the planet, using his celebrity to further many causes. You can’t help but be aware of Bono’s deeds, from the (red) line of clothing that helps battle Aids in Africa to his many speaking engagements with politicos.
Mos Def’s latest album, True Magic, has a track on it entitled, “Dollar Days for New Orleans.” It’s the rapper’s take on the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina and the comedy of our government’s reaction.
It’s a great track and manages to repeat much of the expected angst in a fresh way. BUT. The Mos Def’er also takes a potshot at Bono, questioning why the U2 front man didn’t anything to help in the Katrina aftermath, etc.
It boils down to this: U2 is nothing without support from the U.S. So why does Bono spend time raising money for far-off countries when there was shit to deal with right here, in his adopted home?
The cynic in you may be thinking this is Mos Def’s way of upping sales. I doubt it, as Mos will never be cross-over material.
Either way, it made me think. And that’s a lot more than the latest Nas and Jay-Z record will ever do for me.
DIMELO!
Bono is one of the most influential people on the planet, using his celebrity to further many causes. You can’t help but be aware of Bono’s deeds, from the (red) line of clothing that helps battle Aids in Africa to his many speaking engagements with politicos.
Mos Def’s latest album, True Magic, has a track on it entitled, “Dollar Days for New Orleans.” It’s the rapper’s take on the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina and the comedy of our government’s reaction.
It’s a great track and manages to repeat much of the expected angst in a fresh way. BUT. The Mos Def’er also takes a potshot at Bono, questioning why the U2 front man didn’t anything to help in the Katrina aftermath, etc.
It boils down to this: U2 is nothing without support from the U.S. So why does Bono spend time raising money for far-off countries when there was shit to deal with right here, in his adopted home?
The cynic in you may be thinking this is Mos Def’s way of upping sales. I doubt it, as Mos will never be cross-over material.
Either way, it made me think. And that’s a lot more than the latest Nas and Jay-Z record will ever do for me.
DIMELO!
Friday, December 8, 2006
Recipe for Direct-to-DVD Blockbuster.
Wesley Snipes vs Steven Seagal vs Jean-Claude Van Damme vs Chuck Norris.
Plus some tits.
Plus some tits.
Mysteries of the Unknown: Johnny Mathis
What is this fucking guy?
Black? White? Indian? Count Chocula?
Black? White? Indian? Count Chocula?
Why North Koreans Are Cooler Than Me.
Nothing at all to do with Kim Jong Il, but he is one cool motherfucker.
I'm watching this Diane Sawyer piece about North Korea. She goes here and there to show us how it REALLY is over there in the land of the rising nukes. (I refuse to rhyme nooks with anything, but that's some pretty funny shit if you see it through.)
The whole thing is very boring and expected. Yeah, yeah, they work hard, get paid shit, blah blah and they're really nice just out of touch because of their leader, blah blah, feel sorry for them, wow we have it made here, gag.
Diane manages to go into a classroom and talk to students. More blah blah until she asks them to sing this one song to make a point that, while Americans may be the enemy, our songs are embraced unwittingly.
Then it begins. Apparently they started singing some retard song from The Sound of Music. My wife sang along. I woke up and felt like the ultimate foreigner. I DID NOT KNOW THIS SONG FROM ADAM. Yet there they were, 35 North Korean kids, uncool as shit in their Moe cuts and overly starched uniforms, arguably living in the closest thing to darkness outside a fucking cave, and THEY knew this shit.
Lesson: Never underestimate your enemies.
DIMELO!
I'm watching this Diane Sawyer piece about North Korea. She goes here and there to show us how it REALLY is over there in the land of the rising nukes. (I refuse to rhyme nooks with anything, but that's some pretty funny shit if you see it through.)
The whole thing is very boring and expected. Yeah, yeah, they work hard, get paid shit, blah blah and they're really nice just out of touch because of their leader, blah blah, feel sorry for them, wow we have it made here, gag.
Diane manages to go into a classroom and talk to students. More blah blah until she asks them to sing this one song to make a point that, while Americans may be the enemy, our songs are embraced unwittingly.
Then it begins. Apparently they started singing some retard song from The Sound of Music. My wife sang along. I woke up and felt like the ultimate foreigner. I DID NOT KNOW THIS SONG FROM ADAM. Yet there they were, 35 North Korean kids, uncool as shit in their Moe cuts and overly starched uniforms, arguably living in the closest thing to darkness outside a fucking cave, and THEY knew this shit.
Lesson: Never underestimate your enemies.
DIMELO!
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Fun Games to Play with Unborn Children.
Operation.
Marco Polo.
Tickle Me Dad-O.
Jump Rope (Umbilical Cord version).
Bump-er Cars.
Kick (Mom) Ball.
more soon.
Marco Polo.
Tickle Me Dad-O.
Jump Rope (Umbilical Cord version).
Bump-er Cars.
Kick (Mom) Ball.
more soon.
Why I Don't Update More Often.
This is what I do for the greater part of most days:
where gays and straights clash
like the civil war
yes.
only pink verses manly bluie
and they can fit in a small hole is bombed.
hahaha
i want to bring slavery back
but only gay slaves
wow
that is a great standup act waiting to happen
yes.
you could have them put your clothes out each day..
hahahahahhaha
and the musicals!
bail the cotton and hear them sing showtunes
we could paint their faces pink
only use a designer whip
and have them organize my closet
hahahahahahhaha
the new undergroud railroad would work via closets
hahahahah
and dinky would switch teams back and forth in a frenzy of madness not knowing where he stands.
they would only eat seedless watermelon, served on the fine china
hahahaha
gawd, i am going to hell
nicole miller china from fishes eddie.
they would only revolt when their 'owners' showed zero fashion sense
Sadie is wearing white after labor day, DOWN WITH THE PLANTATION, MAMIE, DINKY GRAB THE GASOLINE
hahaahah
yes. they would be hard to control
would be awesome
with their sassy backtalk
slave owners would hire barbra streisand and cher to perform and keep them in line
only the best... and celine dion
i think gay people would accept slavery, as long as they knew the cotton they were picking was going to a hot label, to be worn by the fabulous and gorgeous people of the earth
you may be right
just think of how clean and sophisticated they could make our homes
and they could do the cooking
i tell ya, the whole south would lose a billion pounds
yes. they could have more attendees at nascar
hahahahahahhahaha
every year, as a nice gay slave owner, i would let them have the gay games
I swear I gain weight as soon as I deplane in Ft. Worth.
wherein we recreate ancient greece
can we bring in a lion?
hahah
or tiger?
hold
declawed of course. we don't want anyone to get hurt
1:50 PM
hahahah
FIERCE
jack lalane could be our half-time entertainment
i just sent that whole convo to someone else, telling them we should win a PEabody award or some shit
hahahah
yes. they will be highly entertained
he asked me if i was the proponent or the accomplice, which makes me wodner why the fuck i have this tool on my buddy list
HAHAHAHAH
like DOES IT MATTER???
ITS FUNNY AS SHIT!
tell him he is now blocked
he can go back to his meh little world
1:55 PM
fucker
it seems like a Family Guy script waiting to happen.
you would be a great writer for Family Guy
i wish
always wanted to write for snl/letterman, conan
but they no likey the spics
at least thats what my excuse-maker2000 told me to say
hHAHA
hahahahah
where gays and straights clash
like the civil war
yes.
only pink verses manly bluie
and they can fit in a small hole is bombed.
hahaha
i want to bring slavery back
but only gay slaves
wow
that is a great standup act waiting to happen
yes.
you could have them put your clothes out each day..
hahahahahhaha
and the musicals!
bail the cotton and hear them sing showtunes
we could paint their faces pink
only use a designer whip
and have them organize my closet
hahahahahahhaha
the new undergroud railroad would work via closets
hahahahah
and dinky would switch teams back and forth in a frenzy of madness not knowing where he stands.
they would only eat seedless watermelon, served on the fine china
hahahaha
gawd, i am going to hell
nicole miller china from fishes eddie.
they would only revolt when their 'owners' showed zero fashion sense
Sadie is wearing white after labor day, DOWN WITH THE PLANTATION, MAMIE, DINKY GRAB THE GASOLINE
hahaahah
yes. they would be hard to control
would be awesome
with their sassy backtalk
slave owners would hire barbra streisand and cher to perform and keep them in line
only the best... and celine dion
i think gay people would accept slavery, as long as they knew the cotton they were picking was going to a hot label, to be worn by the fabulous and gorgeous people of the earth
you may be right
just think of how clean and sophisticated they could make our homes
and they could do the cooking
i tell ya, the whole south would lose a billion pounds
yes. they could have more attendees at nascar
hahahahahahhahaha
every year, as a nice gay slave owner, i would let them have the gay games
I swear I gain weight as soon as I deplane in Ft. Worth.
wherein we recreate ancient greece
can we bring in a lion?
hahah
or tiger?
hold
declawed of course. we don't want anyone to get hurt
1:50 PM
hahahah
FIERCE
jack lalane could be our half-time entertainment
i just sent that whole convo to someone else, telling them we should win a PEabody award or some shit
hahahah
yes. they will be highly entertained
he asked me if i was the proponent or the accomplice, which makes me wodner why the fuck i have this tool on my buddy list
HAHAHAHAH
like DOES IT MATTER???
ITS FUNNY AS SHIT!
tell him he is now blocked
he can go back to his meh little world
1:55 PM
fucker
it seems like a Family Guy script waiting to happen.
you would be a great writer for Family Guy
i wish
always wanted to write for snl/letterman, conan
but they no likey the spics
at least thats what my excuse-maker2000 told me to say
hHAHA
hahahahah
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Reasons Britney Spears Goes Commando.
-Stealing attention away from prick in her life.
-2 words: Lip-syncing.
-Filming video for new single, "I see Paris, I see France..."
-Mentally scarring paparrazi with C-section scar.
-Advertising the re-opening of lower-level parking.
-Following Church of the Flying Vagina Monster guidelines.
-Doing undercover story for ET on 'fat labia discrimination' in our society.
-Jamie Lynn Spears needs to breathe.
-Doesn't want to seem materialistic in the least.
-Wants Vagina Dialogue to be an open, public discussion.
DIMELO!
-2 words: Lip-syncing.
-Filming video for new single, "I see Paris, I see France..."
-Mentally scarring paparrazi with C-section scar.
-Advertising the re-opening of lower-level parking.
-Following Church of the Flying Vagina Monster guidelines.
-Doing undercover story for ET on 'fat labia discrimination' in our society.
-Jamie Lynn Spears needs to breathe.
-Doesn't want to seem materialistic in the least.
-Wants Vagina Dialogue to be an open, public discussion.
DIMELO!
Peace, Love the gap?
I want to like these ads, I really do.
But using a rapper named Common to sell clothes bugs the shit out of me.
COMMON.
I guess it's honest of the gap. Their tagline is all hippy, and Common has been wearing a hippy doo rag thing for years now. I won't go into his lyrics, as they may invoke vomiting, but trust me, they are about peace, love and peace and love.
And if the gap's clothes represent anything, it's a common mass appeal, able to be worn by anorexics and gastric bypass candidates in equal measure. How that sells is beyond me? Combination of easy-to-blend-in-wear at reasonable prices is my best guess.
Peace, love, the safe.
FYI: Common is the whitest black rapper in the game.
In related news, I'm sick of harder rappers selling out for radio play. Two very recent examples: "I wanna fuck you" by Akon turns into "I wanna love you", while "Love me or Hate me" by Lady Sov includes a "FUCK YOU" in the chorus, which becomes an "I HATE YOU" on the radio.
I realize it's a business, and these artists want to move as many records as possible -- even if it means sacrificing their original 'vision'. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the definition of SELLING OUT?
DIMELO!
But using a rapper named Common to sell clothes bugs the shit out of me.
COMMON.
I guess it's honest of the gap. Their tagline is all hippy, and Common has been wearing a hippy doo rag thing for years now. I won't go into his lyrics, as they may invoke vomiting, but trust me, they are about peace, love and peace and love.
And if the gap's clothes represent anything, it's a common mass appeal, able to be worn by anorexics and gastric bypass candidates in equal measure. How that sells is beyond me? Combination of easy-to-blend-in-wear at reasonable prices is my best guess.
Peace, love, the safe.
FYI: Common is the whitest black rapper in the game.
In related news, I'm sick of harder rappers selling out for radio play. Two very recent examples: "I wanna fuck you" by Akon turns into "I wanna love you", while "Love me or Hate me" by Lady Sov includes a "FUCK YOU" in the chorus, which becomes an "I HATE YOU" on the radio.
I realize it's a business, and these artists want to move as many records as possible -- even if it means sacrificing their original 'vision'. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the definition of SELLING OUT?
DIMELO!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
It's Hooters without the formal dress code.
Introducing The Hawaiian Tropic Hot Zone chain of restaurants!
BRB with thoughts, etc.
BRB with thoughts, etc.
Dearest Kramer...
...see what happens when you write your own lines.
P.S. Fuck you Michael Richards, you stole your hair from Buckwheat. So this is like the white guy who has black hair calling the black kid who has black hair, black or a teapot or some shit.
P.S. Fuck you Michael Richards, you stole your hair from Buckwheat. So this is like the white guy who has black hair calling the black kid who has black hair, black or a teapot or some shit.
Top 3 Playstation 3 Launch Titles
1. Regret: The Morning After
2. Something good for Playstation 2
3. PS1 Greatest Hits
2. Something good for Playstation 2
3. PS1 Greatest Hits
Monday, November 20, 2006
Rollerbabies.
Transportation has always fascinated children. I remember dreaming of flying cars and bullet trains as a youngster. Maybe it's a guy thing. Something akin to Popular Mechanics.
Recently I've noticed the weirdest thing. While kids may never ever get the hover boards (real or fake? you tell me) from Back to the Future 3, what they do have is far stranger.
Sneakers with built-in wheels, and no helmet required!
My wife hates these things with a passion. You'll be at the local supermarket when, all of a sudden, a turbo mop-head will appear, doing what can only be described as a 'retard wheelie'.
Amazingly, never once have I seen any of these rollerbabies fall on their snot noses.
The thing is, the roller sneakers themselves are piss ugly. They utilize the orthopedic appeal of basic skate shoes, because, lord knows, these rollerbabies should at least feel like they're Tony Hawk.
Roll out boys and girls. Roll, fucking, out.
Side note: Children's Rollerderby with these frankenstein shoes would kick ass. Let them wear helmets to be safe, but just think about it. Nickelodeon, get on this shit.
Recently I've noticed the weirdest thing. While kids may never ever get the hover boards (real or fake? you tell me) from Back to the Future 3, what they do have is far stranger.
Sneakers with built-in wheels, and no helmet required!
My wife hates these things with a passion. You'll be at the local supermarket when, all of a sudden, a turbo mop-head will appear, doing what can only be described as a 'retard wheelie'.
Amazingly, never once have I seen any of these rollerbabies fall on their snot noses.
The thing is, the roller sneakers themselves are piss ugly. They utilize the orthopedic appeal of basic skate shoes, because, lord knows, these rollerbabies should at least feel like they're Tony Hawk.
Roll out boys and girls. Roll, fucking, out.
Side note: Children's Rollerderby with these frankenstein shoes would kick ass. Let them wear helmets to be safe, but just think about it. Nickelodeon, get on this shit.
Overheard this weekend.
Me: Have you seen Borat…the movie?
Floridian: The African one…Babel? No, but I’m dying too.
Me: (Speechless)
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(Barnes & Noble)
Yenta 1: Did you see that Dancing with the Stars?
Yenta 2: Uh-huh.
Yenta 1: How did you like that black fellow?
Yenta 2: He was good, but why did they let that same woman win? She won last year.
DIMELO!
Floridian: The African one…Babel? No, but I’m dying too.
Me: (Speechless)
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(Barnes & Noble)
Yenta 1: Did you see that Dancing with the Stars?
Yenta 2: Uh-huh.
Yenta 1: How did you like that black fellow?
Yenta 2: He was good, but why did they let that same woman win? She won last year.
DIMELO!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Have a tip, spare a tip?
A tip jar certainly has its place -- the local carwash, grocery bagger boy area, etc. Employees at such establisments provide service and earn very little in wages. Giving them a tip feels appropriate, especially if they really do go the extra mile.
All other business, however, should think twice before hitting up customers for gratuity. It's tacky and inevitably alienates the people that keep them profitable. A customer is there for what thay need, not what management or employees need. Should the markup on products and services not cover rent, wages, etc., tough shit. Raise prices. Cut back somewhere else. Just don't pass your burden onto me.
Put out a tip jar and you may as well hang a sign outside your door that reads, "WE UNDERPAY EMPLOYEES." Making matters worse, oftentimes tip jars give employees bizarre notions. They begin to feel as though there is a choice in serving customers. Fill the jar and expect normal service, maybe with a smile. Refuse, and you're in for it. You'll get sass, attitude and the warm welcome generally reserved for Nazis, pedophiles and OJ Simpson.
Starbucks, of all places, allows their 'baristas' to put out a tip jar. Listen java boy or girl, if I have to call you a 'barista' and order a fucking medium in a romance language, then you don't need a tip. What you need is unionization.
Starbucks has taken a mediocre cup of joe, pulled the wool over caffeinated eyes, and built an empire. Kudos, but enough's enough.
Where is all the money going? Hey management, nix the free internet and give the art student/glorified server a goddamn raise. Because I'm not paying for their next lip piercing. That's your job.
These 'baristas' don't even fix you your cup of coffee. We have to do that ourselves and you don't see us walking around with a tip jar. Maybe we should take half of whatever's in their tip jar and call it even.
Keep in mind, Starbucks coffee is not even that good. I go to the local diner or greasy spoon and the waiter or waitress (how refreshing) fixes it for me. I even get free refills. Guess what? I leave a great tip.
Starbucks people, let me introduce you to the McDonalds people. Maybe you've heard of them. Arguably, the most well-known american service industry business. The prices at McDonalds are competitive. Forget the quality of the food (remember, Starbucks is nothing special either) for a second. You never see a tip jar at any of their franchises. And I'm pretty sure Mickey D's pays its employees as little as legally possible. Still, no tip jar.
McDonalds employees are required to wear laughable uniforms, while 'baristas' get to wear a baseball cap and an otherwise inoffensive getup. Still, no tip jar. Quite the opposite actually. At counters throughout most McDonalds, you'll find installations for collecting donations to Ronald McDonald House, a charity for children. Guess what? No one pressures me, and I drop a buck or two into the thing.
Don't get me wrong. McDonalds does hundreds of things wrong, but its charity over tip jar policy is commendable. Next time Starbucks is spending thousands to print up cups with 'How I see it' essays by celebrities and artists, it should keep in mind How I see it. And How its employees see it. The view is not very flattering.
DIMELO!
P.S. McDonalds plans to revamp all of its franchises worldwide by 2008 or so. The designers have opted for a Starbucks-like lounge deco. Translation: We are an experience. Stay longer and pay more, while our employees earn less. I suggest you start saving in order to tip well.
Almost forgot. What the fuck is Cold Stone Creamery smoking? At this joint, the ice cream servers are elevated to hibachi chef status. They use palettes to slap your scoops of ice cream and toppings together. WOW! Amazing, right? It's so unbelievable that Cold Stone's Creamers believe they are entitled to a tip as well. Unlike the 'barista' divas of Starbucks, these kids will literally sing for your tip. Still doesn't justify their tip jar, but it's a step in the right direction.
All other business, however, should think twice before hitting up customers for gratuity. It's tacky and inevitably alienates the people that keep them profitable. A customer is there for what thay need, not what management or employees need. Should the markup on products and services not cover rent, wages, etc., tough shit. Raise prices. Cut back somewhere else. Just don't pass your burden onto me.
Put out a tip jar and you may as well hang a sign outside your door that reads, "WE UNDERPAY EMPLOYEES." Making matters worse, oftentimes tip jars give employees bizarre notions. They begin to feel as though there is a choice in serving customers. Fill the jar and expect normal service, maybe with a smile. Refuse, and you're in for it. You'll get sass, attitude and the warm welcome generally reserved for Nazis, pedophiles and OJ Simpson.
Starbucks, of all places, allows their 'baristas' to put out a tip jar. Listen java boy or girl, if I have to call you a 'barista' and order a fucking medium in a romance language, then you don't need a tip. What you need is unionization.
Starbucks has taken a mediocre cup of joe, pulled the wool over caffeinated eyes, and built an empire. Kudos, but enough's enough.
Where is all the money going? Hey management, nix the free internet and give the art student/glorified server a goddamn raise. Because I'm not paying for their next lip piercing. That's your job.
These 'baristas' don't even fix you your cup of coffee. We have to do that ourselves and you don't see us walking around with a tip jar. Maybe we should take half of whatever's in their tip jar and call it even.
Keep in mind, Starbucks coffee is not even that good. I go to the local diner or greasy spoon and the waiter or waitress (how refreshing) fixes it for me. I even get free refills. Guess what? I leave a great tip.
Starbucks people, let me introduce you to the McDonalds people. Maybe you've heard of them. Arguably, the most well-known american service industry business. The prices at McDonalds are competitive. Forget the quality of the food (remember, Starbucks is nothing special either) for a second. You never see a tip jar at any of their franchises. And I'm pretty sure Mickey D's pays its employees as little as legally possible. Still, no tip jar.
McDonalds employees are required to wear laughable uniforms, while 'baristas' get to wear a baseball cap and an otherwise inoffensive getup. Still, no tip jar. Quite the opposite actually. At counters throughout most McDonalds, you'll find installations for collecting donations to Ronald McDonald House, a charity for children. Guess what? No one pressures me, and I drop a buck or two into the thing.
Don't get me wrong. McDonalds does hundreds of things wrong, but its charity over tip jar policy is commendable. Next time Starbucks is spending thousands to print up cups with 'How I see it' essays by celebrities and artists, it should keep in mind How I see it. And How its employees see it. The view is not very flattering.
DIMELO!
P.S. McDonalds plans to revamp all of its franchises worldwide by 2008 or so. The designers have opted for a Starbucks-like lounge deco. Translation: We are an experience. Stay longer and pay more, while our employees earn less. I suggest you start saving in order to tip well.
Almost forgot. What the fuck is Cold Stone Creamery smoking? At this joint, the ice cream servers are elevated to hibachi chef status. They use palettes to slap your scoops of ice cream and toppings together. WOW! Amazing, right? It's so unbelievable that Cold Stone's Creamers believe they are entitled to a tip as well. Unlike the 'barista' divas of Starbucks, these kids will literally sing for your tip. Still doesn't justify their tip jar, but it's a step in the right direction.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Most Common PS3 Owner Complaints
-Blu-Ray discs not actually blue.
-Motion-insensitivity.
-Bankruptcy.
-iNsTrUcTiOnS WrItTeN wEiRd.
-No built-in friends.
-Nauseating new console smell.
-ROCKR game chair incompatibility.
-Only one number greater than PS2.
-Resale value on eBay only $30,000.
-Color does not match mom’s basement.
-Failure to warp users into a land of clear skin, attractive mates and unlimited sex.
-Difficult to code home-brew games for.
-Graphics not yet making blood run from eyes.
-Neighborhood bully refuses to leave.
-Inputs limited to digital accessories only.
-Motion-insensitivity.
-Bankruptcy.
-iNsTrUcTiOnS WrItTeN wEiRd.
-No built-in friends.
-Nauseating new console smell.
-ROCKR game chair incompatibility.
-Only one number greater than PS2.
-Resale value on eBay only $30,000.
-Color does not match mom’s basement.
-Failure to warp users into a land of clear skin, attractive mates and unlimited sex.
-Difficult to code home-brew games for.
-Graphics not yet making blood run from eyes.
-Neighborhood bully refuses to leave.
-Inputs limited to digital accessories only.
The Game Show of Tomorrow: Porn!
Vanna, we’ve come a long way. Currently on-air in prime time are 4 or 5 game shows featuring sexy women. And horribly unfunny men.
I will discuss two of these.
Deal or No Deal involves suitcases of varying amounts of money. These suitcases are shiny and new. More importantly, they are held by women dressed in revealing evening wear.
These Deal girls are directed by uber-creepy, germphobic Howie Mandel 2.0. He tells them to open their case once contestants pick one. He manages to know all 50 or so of the leggy women on a first name basis.
(Side note: What happened to Howie Mandel 1.0? The family friendly, curly-haired ball of nervous energy? The guy who had a cartoon version of himself called Lil Howie or some shit, and starred in the greatest man/dog movie of all time, Walk Like a Man? I miss that Howie. This new guy is all perverted, which is fine. But it seems like he is ‘acting’ perverted, which is weird.)
This is probably how the meetings between producers and aspiring model/actress’ managers went down:
NBC: Short skirts, lots of cleavage.
MODEL REP: Fine, but my client is more than a piece of meat.
NBC: We’ll have Howie say their first names, which everyone at home will remember.
MODEL REP: Did you hear that…Cindy? I mean Tracy.
I’m not sure why people watch this show. Howie 2.0 is not funny. The conversations with the ‘banker’ are silly, and bringing contestants’ friends and family up to help guide decisions is fucking retarded. I will admit the constant DEAL OR NO DEAL questioning is a bit entertaining. I just wish Howie would have more fun with it.
Due to the runaway success of Deal or No Deal, a rival network decided to create a similar game show. Instead of Howie, this show has the SHAT. And they’re advertising the shit out of it. Apparently the Shat is a dance that the host performs when excited.
And the host himself is THE SHAT, William Shatner y'see, so it's 'funny.' This guy’s made a mint out of his cornball schtick. And he’s still going strong.
I don’t show the name of this show. I do know that instead of 50 sexy women, it features 12 or so. These women even get their names in lights for most of the show. If you ever catch this SHAT, watch the beginning. While Howie 2.0 says, “Ladies…” or some shit, the SHAT announces his women and all hell breaks loose. You’re transported to a Vegas cathouse. I SHAT you not. Each woman starts doing their best stripper dance on prime-time, complete with stripper pole. And THE SHAT ogles and goes ape-SHAT. It’s like a really, really bad Vegas show.
Overall, the SHAT show is more fun.
Networks are running out of hosts for these weird game shows. I think we’ll see Carrottop or Emo Phillips alongside completely nude trans-gender host(esses).
DIMELO@
I will discuss two of these.
Deal or No Deal involves suitcases of varying amounts of money. These suitcases are shiny and new. More importantly, they are held by women dressed in revealing evening wear.
These Deal girls are directed by uber-creepy, germphobic Howie Mandel 2.0. He tells them to open their case once contestants pick one. He manages to know all 50 or so of the leggy women on a first name basis.
(Side note: What happened to Howie Mandel 1.0? The family friendly, curly-haired ball of nervous energy? The guy who had a cartoon version of himself called Lil Howie or some shit, and starred in the greatest man/dog movie of all time, Walk Like a Man? I miss that Howie. This new guy is all perverted, which is fine. But it seems like he is ‘acting’ perverted, which is weird.)
This is probably how the meetings between producers and aspiring model/actress’ managers went down:
NBC: Short skirts, lots of cleavage.
MODEL REP: Fine, but my client is more than a piece of meat.
NBC: We’ll have Howie say their first names, which everyone at home will remember.
MODEL REP: Did you hear that…Cindy? I mean Tracy.
I’m not sure why people watch this show. Howie 2.0 is not funny. The conversations with the ‘banker’ are silly, and bringing contestants’ friends and family up to help guide decisions is fucking retarded. I will admit the constant DEAL OR NO DEAL questioning is a bit entertaining. I just wish Howie would have more fun with it.
Due to the runaway success of Deal or No Deal, a rival network decided to create a similar game show. Instead of Howie, this show has the SHAT. And they’re advertising the shit out of it. Apparently the Shat is a dance that the host performs when excited.
And the host himself is THE SHAT, William Shatner y'see, so it's 'funny.' This guy’s made a mint out of his cornball schtick. And he’s still going strong.
I don’t show the name of this show. I do know that instead of 50 sexy women, it features 12 or so. These women even get their names in lights for most of the show. If you ever catch this SHAT, watch the beginning. While Howie 2.0 says, “Ladies…” or some shit, the SHAT announces his women and all hell breaks loose. You’re transported to a Vegas cathouse. I SHAT you not. Each woman starts doing their best stripper dance on prime-time, complete with stripper pole. And THE SHAT ogles and goes ape-SHAT. It’s like a really, really bad Vegas show.
Overall, the SHAT show is more fun.
Networks are running out of hosts for these weird game shows. I think we’ll see Carrottop or Emo Phillips alongside completely nude trans-gender host(esses).
DIMELO@
Thursday, November 16, 2006
What of K-Fed's entourage?
I don't watch HBO's Entourage for many reasons, but it's popular with the kids. MTV is even launching their own reality rip-off of it later this year.
Why bother though? K-Fed's downward spiral and dealings with his own pathetic entourage would be far more riveting.
Will his hypeman not believe the hype? Will backup dancers disregard K-Fed's choreography, opting to krunk it up and clown their own frontman? Will security be on suicide alert?
The drama is endless, the black humor abundant and the price dirt cheap.
Look out Carter clan, K-Fed's more fucked than you.
DIMELO!
Why bother though? K-Fed's downward spiral and dealings with his own pathetic entourage would be far more riveting.
Will his hypeman not believe the hype? Will backup dancers disregard K-Fed's choreography, opting to krunk it up and clown their own frontman? Will security be on suicide alert?
The drama is endless, the black humor abundant and the price dirt cheap.
Look out Carter clan, K-Fed's more fucked than you.
DIMELO!
Warning: Wuss Post Fast Approacheth.
It was unseasonably mild this evening in metropolis, with strong wind gusts and buckets of water falling from the skies. Bittersweet, really.
On my way home through the rain, I spied a group of sixty to seventy-year old women. They had just come in from under the downpour. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then I heard them.
A chain reaction of the most lived-in laughs I've ever heard. I couldn't help but smile. These were women who must have known each other for small lifetimes. The joy they expressed in every gesture and word exchanged was beautiful. It was the real life Golden Girls, and it was a show I could watch forever.
I hope I grow old and remain happy with life like those women. Even in the rain.
On my way home through the rain, I spied a group of sixty to seventy-year old women. They had just come in from under the downpour. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then I heard them.
A chain reaction of the most lived-in laughs I've ever heard. I couldn't help but smile. These were women who must have known each other for small lifetimes. The joy they expressed in every gesture and word exchanged was beautiful. It was the real life Golden Girls, and it was a show I could watch forever.
I hope I grow old and remain happy with life like those women. Even in the rain.
What it means to be first to own a PS3.
-You will live forever. Alone.
-Arrangements were made to feed your feret.
-You have low-hanging boobs, of male and/or female variety.
-You are last to own a life.
-You are not a fanboy. You are TEH fanboy!
-Waiting in line is about as social as you get.
-You can tell the difference between a Cell processor and your cellulite.
-You’re TiVo’ing Battlestar Galactica.
-You are a non-conformist immune to mass marketing. Pshaw.
-Your friends and family will be getting home-made gifts this holiday season.
-You will say it's awesome, even if the box blows up on the ride home.
-You are Lizard King to Losers everywhere.
-Bragging rights throughout Mordor, Narnia and the moons of Endor.
-Arrangements were made to feed your feret.
-You have low-hanging boobs, of male and/or female variety.
-You are last to own a life.
-You are not a fanboy. You are TEH fanboy!
-Waiting in line is about as social as you get.
-You can tell the difference between a Cell processor and your cellulite.
-You’re TiVo’ing Battlestar Galactica.
-You are a non-conformist immune to mass marketing. Pshaw.
-Your friends and family will be getting home-made gifts this holiday season.
-You will say it's awesome, even if the box blows up on the ride home.
-You are Lizard King to Losers everywhere.
-Bragging rights throughout Mordor, Narnia and the moons of Endor.
Bread lines? Meh! We got PS3 lines.
What does it say about our culture when grown men willingly wait in huge lines to shell out close to a grand for a video game machine? I’ll tell you what it says: “GAME OVER.”
Honestly, there should be a therapist waiting for these people. The escapist culture in this country will be the end of us.
Things like Second Life, the Sims and MMORPG’s pose a serious threat to human-to-human interaction.
I say less focus on graphical interface, and more on face-to-face interaction.
Even the companies that pump these games out fail their employees on a social level. Designers and programmers work countless hours, and weekends, away from family and friends in order to make a vessel that keeps thousands of over-sized children coddled in dark corners, escaping from responsibility and life.
I swear, if my kid grows up and asks for a PS7, I think I may have failed him or her. Especially considering I may not be able to afford one.
DIMELO!
Honestly, there should be a therapist waiting for these people. The escapist culture in this country will be the end of us.
Things like Second Life, the Sims and MMORPG’s pose a serious threat to human-to-human interaction.
I say less focus on graphical interface, and more on face-to-face interaction.
Even the companies that pump these games out fail their employees on a social level. Designers and programmers work countless hours, and weekends, away from family and friends in order to make a vessel that keeps thousands of over-sized children coddled in dark corners, escaping from responsibility and life.
I swear, if my kid grows up and asks for a PS7, I think I may have failed him or her. Especially considering I may not be able to afford one.
DIMELO!
Fuck you, A.C. Slater!
A black baller danced your ass off the stage.
And no amount of pouting or Easter Bloc-cuntiness from your partner can change it.
DIMELO!
And no amount of pouting or Easter Bloc-cuntiness from your partner can change it.
DIMELO!
Rich kids graduating makes my Wednesday night!
Caught some of the Laguna Beach finale last night. It's the pseudo-reality show that follows a group of spoiled high-schoolers thoughout their tumultuous year of living dangerously.
This season alone, we had a fledgling rock band fronted by a dead ringer for Seth Green on crack, a brunette who refused to wear lip gloss no matter how cracked her mouth, a mixed girl with a rack whose size was only matched by the square footage of her forehead, and a collection of the most oversized sunglasses to ever be sported over ProActive users' faces.
In a word, it was awesome. Of course I take away from it things the average viewer takes for granted. I enjoy how not one adult exists. I also quite fancy how no one needs to work through school ever. All in all, as the most Unreality Show Ever Created (TM), it's great.
I must say though, the cast was on the ugly side this year. If we're going fantasy land, let's not half step it.
DIMELO!
This season alone, we had a fledgling rock band fronted by a dead ringer for Seth Green on crack, a brunette who refused to wear lip gloss no matter how cracked her mouth, a mixed girl with a rack whose size was only matched by the square footage of her forehead, and a collection of the most oversized sunglasses to ever be sported over ProActive users' faces.
In a word, it was awesome. Of course I take away from it things the average viewer takes for granted. I enjoy how not one adult exists. I also quite fancy how no one needs to work through school ever. All in all, as the most Unreality Show Ever Created (TM), it's great.
I must say though, the cast was on the ugly side this year. If we're going fantasy land, let's not half step it.
DIMELO!
Hi. I'm the new James Bond. Hello...Hello?
New James Bond film comes out tomorrow.
He is blonde. He kills with his bare hands.
And guess what? No one cares.
Take the charisma of a dead catfish, the euro-trash looks of a bad boxer, and you've pretty much got the new Bond.
But I have to give credit where credit is due. The producers really went out on a limb in casting another white guy. WITH BLONDE HAIR!!!! Ker-azy!
DIMELO!
He is blonde. He kills with his bare hands.
And guess what? No one cares.
Take the charisma of a dead catfish, the euro-trash looks of a bad boxer, and you've pretty much got the new Bond.
But I have to give credit where credit is due. The producers really went out on a limb in casting another white guy. WITH BLONDE HAIR!!!! Ker-azy!
DIMELO!
My father’s white trainers.
Last weekend, my dad decided to wear his new white sneakers. This was misguided for many reasons. For one, we were going to a muddy football field. For two, he is not a nurse.
Inevitably, my dad and his weeboks were the talk of the field. They were the orthopedic equivalent of the fat hooligans who paint their bellies and cheer their teams in sub-arctic temperatures. Alas, the whiteys had the opposite effect.
While my nephew and his team did win the game, there came a moment when he was tackled mid-field, blinded by the shimmery size 8’s.
I can’t hate my dad for wearing white Jane Fonda-cizers, but I can hate the motherfucker who sold them to him. I hope to god, it was a woman in a low-cut blouse. Otherwise, my dad may have gay feet.
Come to think of it, I can trace my father's shoewear de-volution over the years. It hit mid-50-ish, when he started wearing comfort shoes. Rockports, Eccos, etc. Then he graduated to more AARP-favorites, the Florsheims, the fucking brand with the air in the shoe. And it's culminated in the virginal sneakers he sported last week.
Then again, he may have also watched some rap videos and thought, "Hey, they leave the tags on their ballcaps...I know, let me wear the whitest sneakers in history."
I need to get him to rock them shits with fat laces.
In his defense, if there is a footwear heaven, pop's has got two feet firmly planted in the fucker.
DIMELO!
Inevitably, my dad and his weeboks were the talk of the field. They were the orthopedic equivalent of the fat hooligans who paint their bellies and cheer their teams in sub-arctic temperatures. Alas, the whiteys had the opposite effect.
While my nephew and his team did win the game, there came a moment when he was tackled mid-field, blinded by the shimmery size 8’s.
I can’t hate my dad for wearing white Jane Fonda-cizers, but I can hate the motherfucker who sold them to him. I hope to god, it was a woman in a low-cut blouse. Otherwise, my dad may have gay feet.
Come to think of it, I can trace my father's shoewear de-volution over the years. It hit mid-50-ish, when he started wearing comfort shoes. Rockports, Eccos, etc. Then he graduated to more AARP-favorites, the Florsheims, the fucking brand with the air in the shoe. And it's culminated in the virginal sneakers he sported last week.
Then again, he may have also watched some rap videos and thought, "Hey, they leave the tags on their ballcaps...I know, let me wear the whitest sneakers in history."
I need to get him to rock them shits with fat laces.
In his defense, if there is a footwear heaven, pop's has got two feet firmly planted in the fucker.
DIMELO!
Love is many things. This is not one of them.
I am not French. Nor am I double-jointed. No surprise then that the joys of Cirque du Soeliol have always been lost on me. And never more so than last night, when I caught the latest French gypsy troupe’s performance on Leno.
Hippyishly titled Cirque du Soleil: Love, the new show is a tribute to the music of the Beatles. Apparently, the Beatles were le huge in France or something.
What followed was the weirdest dance performance in the history of weird French gypsy dance performances. A vintage Volkswagon Beetle was rolled out, and what seemed like 35 extras from Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo stormed onto the stage. Sure, they were dressed in appropriate 60’s garb, but there was zero effort to emulate the dances of the 60s.
I seriously doubt anyone has ever headspun to Lennon and company. Why? Because it is fucking retarded. If the troupe’s intent was to create the sensation of a bad head trip, then hats off to you, Pierre Whoever.
You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a bunch of street dancers doing their worst hippy impression while making choreographed love to a motherfucking punch buggy. They had people flipping off the poor bug, buffing its sides with their heads, etc.
I was praying the recent VW Safe Happens campaign would kick in, and a wood paneled station wagon would take everyone of these hippy posers out.
Which brings up another issue…Isn’t playing the role of a hippy completely anti-hippy?
DIMELO!
Hippyishly titled Cirque du Soleil: Love, the new show is a tribute to the music of the Beatles. Apparently, the Beatles were le huge in France or something.
What followed was the weirdest dance performance in the history of weird French gypsy dance performances. A vintage Volkswagon Beetle was rolled out, and what seemed like 35 extras from Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo stormed onto the stage. Sure, they were dressed in appropriate 60’s garb, but there was zero effort to emulate the dances of the 60s.
I seriously doubt anyone has ever headspun to Lennon and company. Why? Because it is fucking retarded. If the troupe’s intent was to create the sensation of a bad head trip, then hats off to you, Pierre Whoever.
You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a bunch of street dancers doing their worst hippy impression while making choreographed love to a motherfucking punch buggy. They had people flipping off the poor bug, buffing its sides with their heads, etc.
I was praying the recent VW Safe Happens campaign would kick in, and a wood paneled station wagon would take everyone of these hippy posers out.
Which brings up another issue…Isn’t playing the role of a hippy completely anti-hippy?
DIMELO!
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