Bonus rant today. Just as I was fin­ish­ing up my last post, my wife told me we had to go to the store, seems we were plum out of plas­tic sand­wich bags. As we were check­ing out, our cashier was so busy flirt­ing with the bag boy that see didn’t notice my wife had writ­ten the check over so we would have a bit of cash. When Donna said I wrote it for $20, the cashier re-opened the draw and took out a 20. Nope, she cor­rected, the total check was for 20, so I should get the change. Our cashier tries to use the cash reg­is­ter to fig­ure out how much change we should get back, but it would do that because the order was closed.

Now per­plexed, our cashier calls for back-up. The new girl shows up and real­izes what needs to be done, she gets her pen out and writes 20.00 on the top of the receipt and then puts 14.30 under it and pro­ceeds to sub­tract — her answer 6.30!?! At this point I say we should get 5.70. Our orig­i­nal cashier says, “Really?” Yes, really. At this point the bag boy pipes in with, “Yeah, 30 plus 70 equals a dol­lar.” Thanks Ein­stein. These folks must have stud­ied under the emi­nent math­e­mati­cian, Jethro Bod­ine of Bev­erly Hills, CA.

Seem­ing aver­age ghost story movie with a nice lit­tle twist of an end­ing. If you haven’t seen it, it is def­i­nitely worth the rent. Just be sure to watch the whole thing. If you have seen it you know what I mean.

Just saw this Bud Light com­mer­cial dur­ing West Wing tonight. Both my wife and I thought it was quite funny, not enough to make me want a Bud Light, but funny. Used to be able to link to a place called Adcritic.com so you could see com­mer­cials, but they were over run with free­load­ers (like me,) so now they charge for access. I did man­age to find a place to view it the Com­mer­cial Closet. It bills itself as “The World’s Largest Col­lec­tion of Gay Adver­tis­ing. They dis the com­mer­cial because of the lech­er­ous old man at the end and it also fails to take into con­sid­er­a­tion the feel­ings of cross-dressers and trans­sex­u­als. Crap, noth­ing is polit­i­cally cor­rect anymore.

I am in more of an agree­ment with the review here on IMDB than the one that suck­ered me into rent­ing it that I read on filmcritic.com. At least it was only 90 min­utes of my life. We got so much anti-hollywood in this one that it was dis­tract­ing. Early on in the movie we get a lin­ger­ing close-up of the phone on a table, obvi­ously a set up for when it will be needed later in a time of trou­ble, never see it again. A short time later an axe in a wood­pile gets the same treat­ment. Geez.

I think I would love “The Osbournes” if I could actu­ally here Ozzy say fuck instead of bleep. Noth­ing ruins a good a movie/show on TV faster than bleeps instead of swear words. Plus I think I need to fig­ure out is Ozzy’s brain that addled that he can’t speak coher­ently most of the time? Or is he just doing a par­ody of what Spinal Tap would be like 20 years later?

Update — Turns out “The Osbournes” sea­son 1 will be out in early March. I just hope Net­flix car­ries the uncen­sored ver­sion.
Update II — Yes on the uncen­sored ver­sion.

I got in the office foot­ball pool this week­end. I’m a big spender so I got one square for each game. $2 entry and they pay out for $50 for each quar­ter. If you are really lucky you could win all 4 quar­ters and pocket big bucks. My num­bers for the Tampa Bay/Philadelphia game were 2 and 2. Two is like the worst pos­si­ble num­ber and I got it both ways. For the Tennessee/Oakland game I got 5 and 6. While six is not a bad num­ber, 5 is the sec­ond worst num­ber right after 2. In spite of my lame luck this week I just know I can turn it around next week for the Stu­por Bowl — $10 entry fee with each quar­ter being worth $250.

Used to be that what you looked like didn’t much mat­ter if you were a musi­cian, if your music was beau­ti­ful, that was all it took. Look at Mick Jag­ger (then or now) or Merle Hag­gard. The 4 mop­heads from Liv­er­pool were in need of seri­ous den­tal work. But now with MTV, etc. you have to look good to make it now a days.

The lat­est Rolling Stone mag­a­zine came in the mail and there on the cover is a pic­ture of Sha­nia Twain in a cheap trash look­ing out­fit set on stun. The ver­biage reads, “Sha­nia Twain. She knows what you like…” Boy howdy. We want good look­ing women, scant­ily clad, singing just to us. I’m as sus­cep­ti­ble to this as the next man. I’ll never for­get the first time I saw her (I think first) video where she is wear­ing that red dress singing about boots or some­thing, I watched a lot of CMT wait­ing to see that again, and I don’t really like coun­try music.

I’m as guilty as the next for bring­ing on the death of ugly singers. And I’d like to apologize.

My first Blog­Fod­der and it sounds like a ques­tion from some sort of physc test. Would you go back to the Dal­las Book Repos­i­tory and tap Lee Har­vey on the shoul­der? Would you pre­vent Hilter’s birth if you could? Would you go back and talk Judas out of rat­ting out Jesus? Would you go back and ask Betty Sue to the prom instead of chick­en­ing out? How pathetic are you? But I guess it is a mat­ter of degrees isn’t it? I mean, I do hit the back­space key to go back a let­ter or two to cor­rect a spelling.…so why not some­thing else, just a lit­tle more monumental?

I know I was prob­a­bly a lit­tle naive to think that they printed up those World champ T-shirts in the final 2 min­utes of the game, but come on HSN. Today, if you wanted, you could pur­chase hats, shirts, pen­nants, etc. that pro­claim the Bucs or Raiders as Super Bowl Win­ners. The game wasn’t for another 24 hours. I checked and if your cho­sen team loses, they will not ship the items and not charge your credit card. Nice of them…

This morn­ing while loung­ing in bed await­ing suf­fi­cient moti­va­tion to get up and get on with Sun­day I learned just how much of a loser I am. Watched a rerun of Sport­snight on Com­edy Cen­tral (no, not the indi­ca­tor.) When it was over I switched over to the Weather Chan­nel to see if it was going to warm enough to wash the car today (this is no it either, but we are get­ting warmer.) The first 30 sec­onds or so of the anchors spiel was accom­pa­nied by the blocky Week­end Now logo instead of their smil­ing faces. With just their voices going I thought to myself, “Oh, that’s Bill Keneely and Kelly Cass.” And sure enough, when they showed the faces, that’s who they were. Pretty sad, huh?

My one and only reg­is­tered domain is for the Barn­door Fan Club. It started as a lark on Geoc­i­ties. After a while there I decided to go ahead and reg­is­ter the domain using Yahoo Domains. Then later I grad­u­ated it to a dif­fer­ent web host because I kept bump­ing into Geoc­i­ties band­width allowance for free sites. The domain expires on Feb­ru­ary 15, 2003, so I fig­ured I would renew through my cur­rent web host and keep it all in the fam­ily. I con­tacted them on Jan­u­ary 15th and autho­rized them to trans­fer and reg­is­ter the name for 2 years for me. 3 days later, my charge card was billed. A week later I did a whois and it still listed Yahoo domains as the tech con­tact and the expi­ra­tion date was only 2004. A cou­ple of emails later it is still the same. I guess tomor­row I will have to call on the phone…