This is mostly for performers, but strangely, applies to life itself:
Never phone it in, never half-ass anything.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
The robot revolution is close at robot hand
OK, so like, the girlfriend and I were at Disneyland recently, and we saw a presentatin that featured the ASIMO robot.
Cute, huh?
Yeah, well it's cute now, but wait till it gets its tiny, alloy hand around a knife, and it slits your achille's tendon. You won't think it's so cute then, will you? WILL YOU?
Yeah, just you wait. It'll follow you around like a cute puppy, but when you least expect it, BAM, you're face down on the floor, wondering where its "off" switch is.
Yeah. Just you wait. Those fuckers are out to get us.
Cute, huh?
Yeah, well it's cute now, but wait till it gets its tiny, alloy hand around a knife, and it slits your achille's tendon. You won't think it's so cute then, will you? WILL YOU?
Yeah, just you wait. It'll follow you around like a cute puppy, but when you least expect it, BAM, you're face down on the floor, wondering where its "off" switch is.
Yeah. Just you wait. Those fuckers are out to get us.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Smells like something...
I read that in his latest concerts, Justin Timberlake plays guitar and does a cover of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit."
Ladies and gentlemen, monkeys have just flown out of my butt.
Ladies and gentlemen, monkeys have just flown out of my butt.
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