Dead Air

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My return to our Lord and Savior has nothing to do with natural disasters.

-If you look back over time, I do this every year when there's only four weeks left of fantasy football "regular season."  And this year when that collection plate comes around I got five bucks, and a two-for-one coupon on Crocs™.

It's crunch time, Jesus!

I Warned You People! Nature HATES Us!

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ONCE AGAIN Illinois has been leveled to the ground, and I alone am left to pick up the lazy, worthless pieces.  Well just once I would like to be one of those lazy, worthless pieces ... but God, in His Infinite Wisdom, is Infinitely and Wisely cruel to His favorite blogger.

It's pretty bad.

This is the worst kind of natural disaster possible -the kind that happens to me.  Now there's only one thing left: swift and lethal payback.

-It's time to show that bitch Mother Nature exactly who's in charge around here.

Take that, Earth.

Letter to Inmate H*****

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Hey Buuuuddy!
 

Still really stuffy, but gradually feeling better. Sorry I didn't write this week: all the coughing and sneezing has me sleeping like shit, so besides work that's pretty much all I do. You should see my place … it looks like I've been testing hand grenades on a Kleenex factory. All the hacking up glop and sleep dep has me edgy too: I opened a shoe box and a moth flew out, which almost gave me a heart attack. I have a tacit and tenuous non-aggression pact with the spider in my bathtub. This is as close as I've come to camping in thirty years.

The fact that it's Halloween kinda snuck up under my radar, and I don't have any candy for the little moochy bastards. I would probably call Child Protective Services on any parent that let there kids trick or treat in this neighborhood anyway. Still, I'm in a lights-out stealth mode for now, and the stubborn pricks interrupting my football will be rewarded with canned vegetables and fistfuls of oyster crackers.

I listen to a great ESPN/NFL podcast at work, and it was just nominated for an award. Unfortunately, it is competing with the other nominee, “Taylor Swift Talk.” Taylor Swift -in case you don't know- is an apparently successful teeny-bopper country chick that made her career writing angry and soppy songs about ex boyfriends. “Taylor Swift Talk,” in fact, isn't even directly affiliated with Taylor Swift -it's two guys and a girl waxing enthusiastic about the pre-pubescent lil blonde starlet. It's not even sanctioned by Taylor Swift. It's totally rogue and weird fan crap.

Smash-Cut to today: hundreds of thousands of NFL meatheads have launched a Twitter and Facebook war on “The Taylor Swift Podcast” -which isn't even the right fucking podcast. Somewhere there are three poor little teenage girls who have no idea why the full behemoth wrath of NFL fans have come crushing down upon “The Taylor Swift Podcast,” which was virtually unknown until yesterday.

Sometimes I love this planet.

Be safe, be smart. I love you Bro! See you soon!

 

 

The Revenge of Ox Nuts

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“Ox Nuts,” reads the Judge. “We hereby find you Guilty of riding a horse at 21 miles per hour in a school zone. How do you plead?”

The thick chains tinkled as Ox Nuts stroked his mighty chin mightily.

“Guilty Your Honor.”

The crowd gasped.

“But,” Ox Nuts added, “The ZPD are all pansy dickhead metermaids with guns."

“Really?” asked the Judge, examining his records. “Holy crap, you're right! I am going to dismiss all charges, and give you $10,000 for all your pain and suffering.”

Snapping his chains, Ox Nuts suddenly impaled the Bailiff with a wooden pew.

"That's not enough!” he growled.

The Definitive Unbiased History of Future LOBOnian Earth

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Occasionally, I am reminded that a lot of things had to happen for me to happen. And as the final culmination of all that galactic effort, I feel we should take a moment to reflect and appreciate the things that made me possible.


ne day, God and Jesus were in the garage working on Jesus' Pinewood Derby car. Both were frustrated, because Jesus' healing powers kept making the blocks of wood turn back into trees. They tried everything: gloves, robots, dinosaurs ... but nothing worked, and soon the garage was stuffed with pine trees. This, coupled with the annoying habit Jesus had of making slurpy sounds with his straw, frustrated God to the point that He created the horrifically disgusting dump we all know as "Earth."

Inevitably Jesus, bored, snuck into the garage alone. And there was the Earth, sitting in God's vice grips, getting ready for it's last application of water sealant. Jesus, a mischievous lil scamp, paused from making slurpy sounds long enough to take a piece of ice out of his Pepsi, and dropped it on the hapless planet.

"Look out Noah!" he cried. "I'm killing the dinosaurs!"

Noah floated all over the place, and finally discovered America. And because he had all the animals, Noah quickly cornered the market on fast food franchises -crushing the vegetarian competition. This depressed the vegetarian Steve Jobs so much, he started working on computers. Steve Jobs would subsequently invent the iPod, and thusly made space exploration possible. And a lot less boring. His company, Apple, would go on to defeat the Pharaoh by dropping frogs on him via helicopter. While perhaps not the most effective method of warfare, it is certainly by far the funniest: after a few years that Pharaoh was freaking out. "Why are all these frogs falling on me?" he would demand from the Jews. The Jews, tired of cleaning frog guts off of the pyramids, formed a tax-free consortium and bought up 51% of Egypt in a hostile takeover bid.

The Pharaoh was summarily fired from the Board of Directors, and the Jews lived happily ever after.

Predator Press Declares War On Big Twisty Tie

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The catastrophic failure of the once-glorified Twisty Tie continues to reverberate in the cavernous halls of Casa de LOBO. I figured I would get thicker screws for this chair yesterday instead, but they are not long enough.

So Big Twisty Tie continues to rake in their fat cash based on my ill-advised endorsement, mocking me as my chair lie crippled and broken.

Fuck you and your sweeping conspiracies, Big Twisty Tie! You people are sneaky frauds! And I am sitting on this chair anyway!

Do you hear me?!?

Generation Landslide

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Recently at work I made the observation that the really good and profitable jobs were occupied by -almost exclusively- “Baby Boomers.” This sizable group is currently very competitive by virtue of sheer mathematics, virtually impossible to replace.

So then I thought, “Well shit. I guess I am waiting for someone to die? And then I could do that same job even worse?”

Bookmark this thought here, because I did tedious “research” for you to understand “Age Generation Classification” from a bullshit, unheard of website I found via Google, defining them:

(I did some “edits” via Excel)

• 1900-1924 - G.I. Generation (WAS ASSIGNED TO READ YOUR BOOK IN SCHOOL)
• 1925-1945 - Silent Generation (MAYBE READ YOUR BOOK)
• 1946-1964 - Baby Boom (SLOWLY DYING OUT)
• 1965-1979 - Generation X (ME)
• 1980-2000 - Millennials or Generation Y (MORE PRICKS)
• 2000/2001-Present - New Silent Generation or Generation Z (EVEN MORE PRICKS!)

-Generation “X” (ME) is a LOT smaller than the “Baby Boomers” (NOT ME). But unfortunately we again had fewer babies, and Generation “Y” (PROBABLE PRICKS) is small too: that means a bunch of smarter, younger, more well-adjusted prototype mes (ME plural) are out there, trying to steal my ability to fire all the “Baby Boomers” (NOT ME) FIRST! And even as I argue I am only 29 years old, there is some 13 year old “Generation Z” (NOT US) claiming he is only 25 years old -Generation “Y” (PROBABLE PRICK)- on Facebook, and POW! I lost the job. And if you think about it, you did too!

If those opportunistic and mercenary Generation “Z” (NOT US) fuckers somehow survive, I hope they get a lot of pimples. I am too old and too tired to have all the “Baby Boomers” (NOT ME) and Generation “Z” (NOT US) wiped out by alien zombies!

(Besides, I cursed the alien zombies with pimples in 1997 -I wouldn't count on any sympathy from those assholes.)

Long Live the Alien Zombie Omnacracy!