Street King - Heman Style

Let's face facts, I hate my job. It's not that it is bad per se, but I am sitting in a cube. Where is the fun in that? With that in mind it has made my longing for more out of life downright dangerous. I have come so close to being kidnapped by the lure of a better life and a box of peanut brittle at least four times. Last night my neighbor who is one of LA's finest, let me know that I still have sixteen months to join the force. The cut off is 35. My neighbor recently retired from the Narcotics division, but his wife is also be on the force and just so happens to be a recruiter. It is like I am Prince Adam and I just found the Power Sword. Oh, and did I mention that I was told most officers with decent writing skills climb the ranks the fastest? Oh, oh, I forgot the best part of this story, my neighbor is Jewish. A Jewish police officer? Sounds like I just entered another dimension. Up is down, left is right. Dreams do come true. If I join now I might be able to work vice in Hollywood with Orko. I have the power!!!!!!
*Seriously thinking about it.

Father's Day - Geoffrey Lewis

I know it's not Father's Day, but I feel it is necessary for me to remind Juliette Lewis to give her dad a call and tell him thanks for everything. Over the years there has been a ton of press regarding Miss Lewis. Who doesn't love her crazy antics or her general dirty hotness, but have we ever taken the time to recognize where she came from? She has one of the coolest dad's in history. I am talking about Orville Boggs. Orville, not only stared in seven Clint Eastwood movies but he also traveled the South West with an Orangutan while his best friend got into fights. I salute you Geoffrey Lewis. Tonight I will drink some Coors and show you the respect you deserve. Juliette, learn from my example.

Contemplate this on the tree of woe..

I normally don't watch Oprah, in fact, I've never watched Oprah, even when Tom Cruise jumped around like a monkey and she gave everyone a Prius. But now that she's cracked the whole John Edwards extramarital sex story wide open, I can't avoid her any longer. I don't know if anyone else has noticed this (actually, I do know that someone else has noticed this because in doing a google search for pics, I found a similar post on an inferior blog), but Oprah is looking more and more like Thulsa Doom. 

You be the judge...

Oprah

Thulsa Doom

Oprah

Thulsa Doom

See what I mean?

*In the interest of full disclosure, here's the other blog post about this fascinating phenomenon:

The names have been changed to protect the guilty

Nothing funnier than the truth.

(1:37:42 PM) barryrides: remember Seth's dad's porn collection or stories of it?
(1:38:39 PM) philobeddoe: of course
(1:39:02 PM) philobeddoe: the guy was 45 and interested in remote control planes and porno
(1:39:38 PM) barryrides: love that he had a home made alarm for the porn room so his son couldn't look at it
(1:39:50 PM) philobeddoe: lasers and computers
(1:40:08 PM) barryrides: you got a son interested in porn
(1:40:12 PM) barryrides: you encourage it
(1:40:21 PM) barryrides: you tell him you are proud of him
(1:43:03 PM) philobeddoe: yeah, that house was weird
(1:43:21 PM) barryrides: his parents hated me
(1:43:27 PM) barryrides: thought I was a bad kid
(1:43:38 PM) philobeddoe: nice
(1:43:56 PM) philobeddoe: meanwhile his dad is beating off to weird 80's porn
(1:44:00 PM) barryrides: yes
(1:44:04 PM) philobeddoe: in a special porn room
(1:44:08 PM) barryrides: yeah
(1:44:31 PM) philobeddoe: how did people even get porn back then?
(1:44:38 PM) philobeddoe: vhs tapes
(1:44:50 PM) philobeddoe: in those huge boxes
(1:45:04 PM) philobeddoe: those big plastic clam-shell boxes
(1:45:14 PM) barryrides: so much cool porn art
(1:45:26 PM) philobeddoe: picture TNT video
(1:45:37 PM) clydebeddow: the backroom
(1:45:54 PM) barryrides: yeah
(1:46:20 PM) philobeddoe: there was like 100-200 porn titles back then
(1:46:32 PM) philobeddoe: all movies too
(1:46:37 PM) philobeddoe: not just clip reels
(1:46:47 PM) philobeddeo: with plots and pubes
(1:47:20 PM) philobeddeo: I remember there was a woman that worked at TNT video that looked like a meth addicted biker
(1:47:28 PM) barryrides: memories
(1:47:37 PM) philobeddoe: yup
(1:48:09 PM) barryrides: we need a time machine
(1:48:12 PM) barryrides: 70s
(1:48:23 PM) barryrides: when being gay was illegal
(1:48:31 PM) philobeddeo: that's when they had all the good stuff
(1:48:38 PM) barryrides: i know
(1:48:41 PM) barryrides: trans ams
(1:48:43 PM) barryrides: monkeys
(1:48:43 PM) philobeddeo: good toys, good cars, good porn
(1:49:03 PM) barryrides: Mr. Hardwick catches his employee in the candle factory masturbating
(1:49:32 PM) philobeddoe: the guy that owns the record shop gets blown by two women
(1:49:53 PM) barryrides: I remember watching that movie on my couch in my living room with XXXXX and my dad
(1:51:04 PM) philobeddeo: Wouldn't his step dad beat him if you called the house?
(1:51:15 PM) barryrides: hmm not sure
(1:51:17 PM) barryride: hope so
(1:51:30 PM) clydebeddow: pretty sure there was something like that going on

Goal # 73

I want to write a best selling book on all the places I have pooped. Oprah will have me on her show and talk about how my book and life inspire her. Later it will come out that my book is all lies. Oprah will be shamed.
"I once left a dump in a mail box this big"

Worst Day Ever!

I just got news that Dom Deluise died last night. I am speechless. You will be missed more than you can imagine.

Da-dum-duuummmm! I, am Captain Chaos! And this, this is my faithful companion, Cato... Say hello, Cato!

Meh so what

Fact or Fiction - Old Women love Vests

Old women love vests. I can deny it no longer. My mom came for a visit recently and she insisted on throwing on her Land's End fleece vest if there was the slightest nip in the air. I really didn't give this much thought until the other day when I saw two older women crossing the road. Would you know it, both were wearing vests and visors (The visor, a topic for another day). At that moment I realized there was some correlation between age and the coat with no sleeves, but alas the light changed color and I was unable to get a photo to back up my theory. Last night I was out to dinner when I saw an old lady two tables away wearing a vest. I wanted to take her picture but I thought she might get creeped out as I wasn't wearing any pants at the time (a topic for another day). So I am ask you this, is it fact or fiction that old women love vests? Do they think they are sporty? Do they honestly believe they provide warmth?

If anyone can get me a picture of one of these mythical creatures feel free to post it in the comments.

I can relate

When no one is looking I like to read Jane's World. A comic about a lesbian journalist whose life reads like a sitcom on a planet where there are no straight people. I guess it could be worse. I could read Cathy. Ackkkkkk!

To quote Miles

Sometimes you gotta say "What the Fuck"

Last night I ate at Honey's Kettle. Sure I had things to do like write a post for Randy's new blog, but instead I decided to eat the following:
Two pieces of fried chicken (breast and a drum stick)
Biscuit
Fries
Corn on the cob
Pancake
Coleslaw
Pickles
Baby sweet potato pie
All washed down with a nice cool lemonade

I would like to see an anesthesiologist put me to sleep quicker than my last bite of pie.

*Randy your post is coming.
**Jhen I dedicate this meal to you.
***Jake I am officially in training for your visit.

Nuge Monkey

Okay don't get me wrong. Ted Nugent is incredible with a guitar. Insanely gifted, no doubt about it. But much like the unfortunate Sean Penn, he is such an utter and uncompromising douchebag that my admiration for him as an artist has been overpowered, and replaced with a contempt that is as piercing and true as that gay look on his face right here.

The strange thing is I agree with him on most issues, it's just that he's such a fucking tool. He wears American flag shirts and acts like he's some kind of spec-ops combat veteran. He hunts animals in a fenced-off pen and brags about it. He is a spokesman for D.A.R.E. He lifts both of his fists into the air at his concerts and yells "Freedom!!". Why? Who the fuck knows.

Last week he managed to top all of his previous douchebaggery with an astonishingly bad op-ed for the Waco Tribune. In it, he gives props to the Navy SEALs who ended the recent pirate standoff, then goes on to explain that he is basically as badass as they are. In fact, he details his own hypothetical scenario in which he is a salty merchant sea-captain sailing through pirate-infested waters with a crew of heavily armed "snipers" who are also for some reason "jacks of all trades". Why? Again, who the fuck knows.

Here are some actual excerpts from Ted Nugent's article, to maybe give some insight into why I hope he slips and falls head-first into a bear trap:

(keep in mind that this is a merchant ship delivering wheat or semiconductors or some shit)

"Each man under my command has his own M16 and 2,000 rounds of ammo. Every third sailor is also equipped with a standard M37 grenade launcher attached to his M16 with a gross of grenades."

"We have diligently trained to keep a 10-man rotating 24-hour red alert watch detail. Any vessel approaching within 1,000 yards will trigger an “all hands on deck” alarm and the firing of one 20-round burst."

He then goes on to explain that if the other "vessel" is foolhardy enough not to immediately "turn back", irrespective of who they are, and why they're approaching, that he will "literally blow [them] out of the water". You've been warned, French Naval Destroyers. But the best part is his ominous warning to Somali pirates whom he will never, ever, under any circumstances ever see or encounter:

"Keep your little terrorist dinghy at home, boys, or I will turn you into shark food. Bon voyage."

That's great, Captain Nuge. Maybe that threat will be enough to frighten the pirates of the world into shutting down operations altogether. But maybe (and I think probably), you are just an elderly, deluded, pampered millionaire celebrity with more time than calluses on his hands, and whose revenge fantasies actually make mine from middle school seem mature by comparison. And that even includes the one where I got pushed against a locker by Brian Thomlinson, then decapitated him with a Dragon Punch and fingered his girlfriend.

Twitter

It was time to bring this blog to the next level of stupidity. I have added a Twitter link. Now you will know about each and every bowel movement I have.

Wait just had one. That doesn't count.

IE7 Joke of the Day:

Barry:  The page wont load, fucking work connection is slow

me:  Are you on an office computer?

Barry:  Yeah, I think it has aids

not like magic johnson aids either

more like that pedro guy from real world

RSS Feed

I added an RSS feed icon to the sidebar. If this interweb thing catches on it might be useful.

G.I.Joe Resolute

I haven't gotten the type of reaction I was hoping for with regards to the new G.I.Joe cartoon. Do you not realize how awesome it is? What if I told you the weather dominator was part of the story line? It isn't but who cares. Listen, after school today, if we ride fast we can get to my house before it starts. My mom just got a container of Breyer's Mint Chocolate Chip.

* Col bought me my first G.I.Joe figure as a childhood birthday present (Hawk with the mobile missle system.)

Hipster Scum

I hate hipsters for their skinny jeans and their stupid haircuts, but you want to know what I hate them for the most? I hate them for having a term to define them. These creatures don't deserve that much credit. Just saying.

G.I.Joe Tattoo cool again

Sign me up!!!

My mom vs an Anne Heche Movie

Similarities between the movie Six Days, Seven Nights and my mom's nine day, eight night stay:
Anne Heche is crazy
My mom is . . .
Harrison Ford looks like an old menopausal woman
I assume my mom went through menopause

In all honesty I would rather have my mom come for nine days than have to watch this movie for two hours.

Wow

I lose my job and suddenly I fall off the grid. I don't blog, I don't sit inside surfing the internet. I spend my time restoring my old land rover and working out. What mindless activities. Good thing I just got word that my job couldn't live without me and I am going back to work starting Friday. Looks like the blog is back on since I won't have time for any of that other drivel. I am glad work was able to crush the fun I was having before I got used to it. Yeah Work!!!

Racial Profiling

I was out of work all of two days before the cops pulled me over for "fitting the description." The officer said he pulled me over because I rolled through a stop sign, but I think there is more to it. Now I have to go to defensive driving school or I will get points on my license. The cop said, look you can take the course online. How did he know I had a computer? Not very nice to make assumptions about me. He took one look at the color of my skin and knew everything he needed to. I don't even think he put his hand on his gun the entire time he talked to me. What is this world coming to.

Sit on it

The Fonz wishes everyone a Happy Easter

Kneel before Saud

Seriously, at least the President from Superman II hesitated.

New Posts

I have a couple of new posts coming but I have been stressed so you will have to wait.

Mom in town
Police
RSS Feeds
Prophecy of needing two cars

Wait for it.

Is "The Fonz" in the Witness Protection Program?

For years I have wondered what happened to Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli after he attempted to jump that Shark on water skis. Did he make it? Did the shark get him? I turned the channel before he landed. I am not the only one who thought his luck ran out and he was at the big diner in the sky. Well after some careful investigating, I have determined that the Fonz has been happily living in the Witness Protection Program under the name Henry Winkler. The first time I saw Mr. Winkler I thought to myself that guy sure looks like "The Fonz", but how could that be? I mean come on, how can "The Fonz" be wearing a sweater and taking his kids to temple. I had a chance to sit down with Mr. Winkler in a local Johnny Rockets to find out once and for all if he was Arthur Fonzarelli or just some lucky bastard blessed with similar features.

Barry: Mr Winkler, first let me say I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me regarding such a personal matter. Do you mind if I record our conversation?

Henry: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Barry: Let's just throw it on the table. Are you indeed Arthur "The Fonz" Fonzarelli?

Henry: I guess it has been long enough. Yes I am "The Fonz". (Waitresses at Johnny Rockets start singing American Pie)

Barry: What made you run away from the Cunninghams, your life, Chachi?

Henry: Before computers it was easy to get away with stuff. I was running one of the biggest gambling rings in the state of Wisconsin from the bathroom of Al's diner. I started off by taking bets, but before I knew it I was selling pot to Ralph Malph and alcohol to Arnold. Drugs and booze led me to shooting Pinky Tuscadero just to watch her die.

Barry: And that made you run?

Henry: Aaaaaay, you know, that and I owed the Cunningham's six months back rent.

Barry: How did you end up in LA as an actor?

Henry: I was walking by an open casting call for the movie Night Shift. I just kind of fell into it.

Barry: So now that you have been outed what do you plan to do?

Henry snapped his fingers, and before I could blink he was gone. Later that night I realized my tape recorder was blank. Fonzie you still got it.

Get him a body bag

Time of death 5:01 PM - I put in an extra minute of overtime to show there were no hard feelings.

I have no work for the next couple of days and nothing next week. If anyone knows of any openings please let me know.

Ideal Job:
Detective Agency/Classic Car Restoration Shop

I of course will be the head detective who specializes in Yugo engine rebuilds. During the day I can work on cars and at night I can go out on cases. It will be a cross between Chico and the Man and Baywatch Nights.

Rolex closes BH location

I am sad to announce via unsubstantiated internet rumor that Rolex has closed its Beverly Hills location after eleven years. Now where am I going to get my watch serviced when it is off by one tenth of a millisecond? This is a terrible blow to the economy and my morale in general. If Rolex can't make it who can? I don't want to live in a world where downturns in the economy affect the super rich.

*Being the watch nerd that I am, this news actually makes me sad.

Chewbacca before he went all Hollywood

I have a Chewbacca figure (circa 1977) in my medicine cabinet. Every morning I open the cabinet and laugh while I apply my deodorant. Why are his eyes blue? Silly wookie.

James Spader, not a Jew

And I hear he hates black people. If you think that is bad I shouldn't mention that there is a conspiracy going around about how Spader had a hand in the drowning of William Shatner's wife. Something about Shatner being the bigger star on Boston Legal. It is all very tragic. At least he is a great actor. I loved him in Weekend at Bernie's.

*If I knew writing about James Spader would get me so much traffic I would have done it a long time ago.
** There is no proof James Spader was in Weekend at Bernie's.

East Bound and Down Season Finale

Did anyone catch the season finale of East Bound and Down? I am making a call right now. I say the boobs shown at the beginning of the episode do not in fact belong to April. I am thinking they used stunt boobs. Does anyone have proof either way? If you do please, please let me know so I can once again sleep at night.

Dyson Interview if Barry did it

The Barry Rides is pleased to announce that it has landed its first major interview. This week's guest is noted suction master the Dyson vacuum.

Barry: Thanks for being here, Mr. Dyson. First off I'd like to ask you abou-

Dyson: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooshh

Barry: Excuse me, what was that you said about racism in America?

Dyson: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh

Barry: I see. You say the political climate is much more stable in your home country of England but I hear the Muslim populat -

Dyson: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEKGHDAG;LKH (Interview stopped for bag change)

Is James Spader a Jew?

I have conclusive proof that he is indeed Jewish. I saw him order a tongue sandwich at Greenblatt's Deli yesterday. If that isn't proof his name used to be James Siegelbergwitz, I don't know what is.

I have hated this guy ever since he played Brooke Shield's douchey brother in Endless Love.

Randy Sexer interviews Michael Eric Dyson

The Barry Rides is pleased to announce that it has landed its first major interview. This weeks guest is noted author and schoolteacher Michael Eric Dyson, who just a week ago gave a legendary performance on HBO's Real Time with Bill Maher. We've invited Mr. Dyson to join us this evening and "rap" with us about "what's good".

Randy Sexer: Thanks for being here, Mr. Dyson. First off I'd like to ask you abou-

Michael Eric Dyson: Actually that's "Dr. Michael Eric Dyson".

Randy: I'm sorry. You're a doctor?

Dyson: Indeed, Mr. Sexer. I earned my Doctorate of Philosophy in Religion at the illustrious Princeton University.

Randy: So you're more of a "witch doctor", then.

Dyson: Let me, let me tell you what you just did- you used a code language, "Witch Doctor" which implies a negative stereotype of African-Americans as innately barbaric and tribal in nature, and furthers the racial bifurcation promulgated initially by white slave masters and perpetuated largely inviolate henceforth, and which has led Negroes in this nation to a point of despair and almost, I would say, constitutes an institutionalized sense of predetermined failure among Black men in this country which I believe largely accounts for a plurality of societal malfunctions experienced and/or perpetrated by said members of said society.

Randy: Actually I was making fun of your bullshit religion PhD.
Code language would be if I called you a master-baiter. By the way you talk too much bro.

Dyson: [jumps out of chair and beats Randy to death]

Editor's Note:

It has come to my attention that Randy Sexer has passed away after sustaining massive blunt-force trauma to his face and brain.
He was a credit to douchebags everywhere. He will sorely be
not missed.

                       - Barry

Got change?

[thx Allah Pundit]

Greatest Key Chain ever

I remember my dad having one of these circa 1987. I am not sure where he got it. Maybe on an exotic business trip or a bodega in Irvington New Jersey. I almost lost my prepubescent mind when I saw it. I brought it to school so I could share my new found knowledge of the female anatomy with my sexually naive young friends. You see, you move the handle and the penis goes in the vagina. I am pretty sure she has to be standing when you do it.

17 Again enrages me!!

The movie 17 Again is causing fire to grow in my belly. It is not because I hate Zac Efron (I do), or the fact that this genre of movie died a quick death in 1988 with Kirk Cameron in Like Father Like Son*. Its the false hope that enrages me! If I just get a second chance everything is going to be better!! Let's dissect the idea. Say I had some magic beans that could suddenly transport me back into high school circa 1990, what would life be like?

I would be a freak of nature, that's what life would be like. Even more so this time. I would be a 17 year old with the mind of a 33 year old. Sure I would have a bit more knowledge and a bit more skills with the ladies (so little), but would I want it? These are girls with big beeves, bigger hair and pegged jeans. There is no way I would find them attractive. They are children for Christ's sake. Now that we have girls covered, let's look at my living situation. I would be living with my parents, sleeping on a twin bed with a minimum of one spring poking through the ripped Star Wars sheets that I refuse to part with. That sounds fun. Ah, but at least I have a job which equals freedom. What? You say I work at CVS making $4.25 an hour. Hmmm, that doesn't buy much freedom. What was I going to do differently again?

On the plus side I would have the knowledge of the past twenty years as a burden on my shoulders. I would tell my mom to buy stock in Apple. She would ignore me. I would tell my dad to divorce my mom. He would ignore me. I would tell the FBI that some planes were going to crash into the World Train Center in eleven years. They would ignore me. And worst of all I would still get a D in gym class. No thanks Mr. Efron. You can keep your movie and your false dreams.

*I realize that Like Father Like Son is a different premise of movie. One involves going back to high school and one involves switching bodies with your father. Don't even get me started on that movie. If you switch bodies with your dad and take a shower isn't there some sort of charges your father could be brought up on?

"People just had this sense of entitlement"

Alternate title: "Dr. ChangeLove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Be the Bomb"


Other alternate title: "Irony doesn't mean anything anymore."

P.S. another alternate title: "Fuck yo couch, nigga!
FUCK YO COUCH!!!"

Wanted: One Mentor

A few minutes ago I had a discussion with the higher ups in my office and it seems I will be employed for one more week. Every Thursday I get one of these talks. I would say it was stressful, but since I am debt free and rich, it isn't. If that wasn't enough of a kick in the ass to make me question what I am doing with my life and why I insist on wasting my God given talent (Ballet Prodigy), I had to go and watch this trailer.

Why can't some Jewish comedian take me under his wing while he is dying? Jackie Mason* are you listening? "The car is going like this, the wheel is going like that, you're going like this because you can't figure out where did the back go?"

*In no way do I want to work for Jackie Mason. I would sooner wait tables in the Catskills while waiting for Nell Carter to go on.

Parent Trap cursed

I can't beleive both Natasha Richardson and Lindsay Lohan are brain dead. What? Lindsay Lohan not officially declared brain dead? My bad.

Yay for Capitalism!

P.S.
I would pay to watch Bob Parsons go up against Barney Frank in a fight to the death.

Movie of my life ruined

I had planned to write an after school special about my life. It was going to be awesome. I had the cast all lined up. My mom was going to be played by Sally Field and my brother by River Phoenix. Long story short, Ron Silver was going to play my friend Bruce. Nothing ever goes as planned. Ron Silver had to throw a wrench in the works and up and die. Now I have to rewrite everything so that it can be a comedy. My mom will be played by Bea Arthur. My brother by Larry Miller and my friend Bruce by Jon Lovitz. Being an executive producer is tough.

I'm a dick

Noted Mexican-American actor Ron Silver passed away yesterday after a drunken Charlie Sheen drove over his esophagus:

Vaya con Dios, Chingon.

What is this strange technology?!

I just found out that Youtube can be used for more than merely watching videos. It would seem you can actually "upload" all kinds of inappropriate things from your hard drive, right on to the "Net"
(the internet).

Without further ado I present the following goddamn awesome clip:

Words I am unable to pronounce

Chipotle

Applicable

Defender of Freedom

Last week I was told I would soon be unemployed. You would think with that tiny nugget of information I would tighten the belt and cut expenses. Nope! I have been spending like a black man. What??? Did he say that??? I mean I have been spending like our president. Blowing cash I don't have on things no one cares about. To help the economy and to be proactive in this competitve job market, I bought myself a second car. When that last minute interview falls into your lap, you need a back up plan if your primary vehicle won't start. I am thinking ahead. I am thinking about the long term good of our country. That is why I bought a 1993 Land Rover Defender 110. Nothing says you care about the economy like buying an old rusted British car to park on blocks in front of your place. Stay tuned as I convert the back half into a hospital for my new socialized medical program.

*This blog in no way, shape or form supports the economy.
**Stay tuned for the restoration process of this Orthodox school bus.

Booty raiders

Click here for a tantalizing glimpse.

Jews are bad

I'm Jesus's brother Satan, and I approve this message:

Yay for funny clips!

Fear of Pants

It is a well known fact that I fear pleated khaki pants. Throw in a cuff and you will see a grown man cry. With only a few days left to my job you can imagine the terror that is growing inside me. I have been taking a look at the jobs out there and really asking myself what I want to do with my life. I have thought about this long and hard and to avoid Dockers at any cost, I have decided to only look for a job that allows me to wear Stupid Pants. I know you think this might limit me but I actually think it opens a whole new world to me. Here is where I have sent my resume so far:
Gold's Gym - two open positions. Greeter or Juice Bar Barrista. Both jobs allow me the privilege of wearing sleeveless shirts.
Local Mob - Enforcer. I had to really look for this job. They don't advertise everywhere, but through the right networking I found a low level made guy who is looking for someone to come along on "pick ups". The best part is I get to carry a little league aluminum bat. To think my coach once said I swing like a rusty gate. I have come so far.
MC Hammer Pose - It isn't what it used to be but the pay is good. We go to birthday parties. I was told if I got the job, I would only have to dance when Hammer Don't Hurt Him comes on.
Web Development Company - Sadly my current job allows me to wear anything I want to work so I have sent them my resume. I figure once my job opens up at the end of the week they will be seriously looking. You have to be proactive in this job market.

If anyone has any other ideas please let me know. I have my resume on hand.

I'm kinda racist maybe

I just went to the gas station to get some smokes.

The clerk looked exactly like Mola-Ram.  I smirked but didn't tell him.

The end.

This guy has a bright future if he moves to Dimension-X

It really is Thunderdome!

I have four days left at my job. After three years of hard work I was told to pack my dialing wand and hit the bricks. With the economy in such turmoil I am not sure I will be able to get another job. I mean really what do I do? I am nothing more than a Tick Bird on the web industry. I don't even think I can get a job in the Thunderdome. You know how many try to become finalists for two men enter? It is harder than American Idol. I think the closest I am getting is a job as a Tina Turner impersonator performing "We Don't Need Another Hero".

New Economy Jobs

As the economy continues its steady decline, it's easy to fall prey to panic and melancholy. Many of us would probably like to lock ourselves inside and withdraw from these new, frightening times, hopefully to awaken sometime in the future when these troubles have blown over and the world is again verdant. However, it is important to understand that inaction will only worsen this situation, and now is the time to take positive steps to secure your future.

One of the most overlooked resources available to people looking to make a change is their local community college. Whereas larger universities are slower to change their curriculum, community colleges are more in touch with he changing needs of the job market, and are quicker to respond with course offerings to help train people to fill those needs. The following are some examples of new courses being offered in my community for those of you struggling in these tough times. I hope they spark some ideas....

BBM102: Intro to Bail Bonding/Skip Tracing.

As more of our newly impoverished population turn to crime as a means of supporting their families, bail bonding will play a larger role in allowing accused criminals to feed their loved ones while they await trial. Learn the skills necessary for tracking and capturing dangerous criminals for profit! This introductory course will provide you with the basics of bounty hunting, and teach you the skills necessary to get started in this exciting and dangerous field. Lectures will instruct students how to:

• Assess and traffic in bond collateral
• Subdue dangerous, often intoxicated fugitives in front of their children.
• Tap into criminal networks for information on criminal activities
• Use a Tazer®
• Look bad-ass while sporting a vest and a mullet
  

REP100: Repossession Agent

The recent binge of the American consumer, coupled with the collapse of the housing market has not only left a great deal of big-ticket items in the hands of people that can no longer afford them, but also created a golden opportunity for anyone with a tow-truck! Repossession has generally been a counter cyclical industry benefiting from the sorrow and stupidity of our overly materialistic citizenry. Learn the arts necessary to succeed in this lucrative and dangerous industry. Topics include:

• Breaking and entering
• How to hook a "no interest, no money down, no credit required" luxury car up to a tow truck under moonlight while getting shot at
• Using a Tazer®

SOP101: Somali Pirate

Travel, see the world, work for yourself. The life of a Somali Pirate

offers the freedom to set your own hours and operate under your own laws! This growing field has really taken off in the past few years and still holds tremendous potential for self-motivated go-getters. Get in on the ground floor and take advantage of the global chaos gripping our oceans and seas. Learn the following:

• How to convert an abandoned commercial fishing boat into a "Mother Ship"
• Maintaining and firing a Chinese rocket launcher
• Using a Tazer®
• Detecting the early symptoms of AIDS in Somali shipyard hookers

The above list is by no means exhaustive, it only serves as a sample of some of the exciting new opportunities that are replacing "old economy" jobs like Investment Banker or Stock Broker (although it also seems to suggest that familiarity with a Tazer® will pretty much replace literacy, and interpersonal skills, as the top-line resume item in the new job market).

Also, it is important to keep an open mind, many of the old reliable jobs that have fallen out of favor in recent years will enjoy a resurgence in our new economy. Keep an eye out for opportunities in fields such as prostitution, black-market organ theft, trading in stolen scrap metal, and selling oranges on highway exit ramps.

The bottom line is to keep your head up, and look for the opportunities that are constantly presenting themselves in these trying times. Next week I hope to be back with a tutorial on how to distill your own urine into sanitary drinking water.

Culinary Genius

Little something I came up with Saturday night. It is called the Spaghetti Sandwich. If you are really good in the kitchen I can email you the recipe.