And we're OK with that

Nothing says Saturday more than sitting on one's couch watching Rudy and crying like a baby b*tch at all the good parts.

"You ain't got nothin' to prove to nobody but yourself." Check.

"All my life people have been telling me I couldn't do it." Check.

"This is for my Dad." Check. (Oof with that one).

"If you had half the heart that Rudy had..." Check.

The li'l bastard sure did try, is all.

NO FAIR!!!

So gay guy gets his and it's all good in the (Holly)wood? Are you f*cking kidding us? Hey Scarlett, we got yer red carpet right here... AND we're sort of from New York. Sort of. So there's that. Call us, sweetie.

Man we better get famous like lickity split.

Tell (us) whyeeeeeeee...

So we begin the Friday fun with yet another reason to dig us some YouTube. We're right there with you, Yao Ming Twins.

On, then, to the Heroez and Not so much with the Heroez for the week that was.

And hey! Somebody turns 31 next week sometime! Somebody's pissed about their cover! Someone's still (mis)leading the country! And today we're gonna party like it's 1999 (with Creed and Kid and, hey, what's Durst up to these days?).

Oh the hilarity.

Heroez...
Two this week. Three tops. And they're about as legit as it gets.

First, A.J. Detwiler. Read this story. The kid is amazing. And he won, too.

And Pistol Pete over there. It's worth watching again and again and again.

And no link for this one, but watching an older lass do the Soduko while waiting for a meeting to start this week, well, it made us appreciate people who have patience and calm and peace and skillz. Thank you, older lass soduko lady.

Not so much...
He really is a horse's patoot, as the Ol' Man's ol' man would say. And the fact that Kid Rock is now in a bitch slap spat with Stapp (HAH! Say that sh*t three times fast!) makes it more gooder.

This MySpace thing is a tad out of control, no?

We figured out pretty quickly she wasn't. Wait. What?

No link for this either, but bagel stealer guy belongs on the list. So we're in our favorite breakfast joint yesterday and four people laughed, out loud, when the president came on the CNN. But we digress. Bagel stealer guy, who didn't laugh, wore a suit and a flag lapel pin and was neatly groomed. He also swooped in and neatly snagged our breakfast when he heard "with tomato." Turns out his everything bagel was a wheat oat bran, thanks to our order. You're welcome, assclown. Hope you enjoyed choking on it while listening to Limbaugh and longing for the ol' hazing frat goat Skulls days.

Speaking of... "Ah. This. Ah. This. This huge storm" is the best you got? Seriously? Someday, we'll write a well-thought out thesis on how the current president is slowly triggering the end of the world. We say slowly meaning by 2009. So we still have a good three years and enough time for a Spice Girls comeback.

Priorities

So we were in for a messy, hellasnowy commute this morning, according to the ol' reports we like to cite. So we woke up at 4:25 this morning thinking it was 6:45 and we scampered to the window to see the winter wonderland.

Nothing.

So we went back to bed. Imus woke us up at 6:45. Again with the window. Again with the nothing.

As we ironed this morning, we realized we were smirking. We were smirking because we looked out the window, saw that there wasn't any white stuff (points to the person who can answer how we feel about the term "white stuff"), and went about our business.

We were smirking because about 98 percent of the people we work with on a daily basis freaked out this morning because it didn't snow. These same people, who tend to not work when they work, were all about the snow planning yesterday. Charts. Graphs. Emergency plans.

Let's make sure to remind everyone on the phone chain who their people are and what they need to say and when. You know, that sort of thing.

So these same people now have to trudge to work, just as all of you do. We love it and we can't wait to say HAPPY THURSDAY to everyone, loud and chippy.

So we say yay to thee, mother nature.

We can't undo the things we say...

AM-BEH-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

According to the story, this poor lad laughed at "all the funny parts." How, then, is this even an issue?

AHA! We *so* should have been a detective. An inspector, even.