With A Passion

It's simple. Headphones. Hell, Vince Vaugn knew the deal in Old School.

I thought it would take too long for me to get back blogging after last night’s Weeds, but I have to write about this or I’m going to go fucking insane.

You know that stupid fucking song by Gwen “Even If She’s Not A Hollaback Girl She Still Should Be Smacked” Stefani? Okay, too broad a question. Do you know that stupid fucking song of hers where there’s yodeling? I hope there’s only one of these fucking songs because aside from that omnipresent douchetard Akon being on the track, I don’t know how else to describe this sonic turd blossom.

Well, I mention that shit stain of a song because at least thrice a day one of my nearby coworkers has it coming from their speakers. This post isn’t about how much I hate Gwen Stefani, that’s just a conveniently nearby topic to the fact that I’m sick of people not using headphones (or headphones that leak music, I’m looking at you Apple Earbuds) when they’re at their desk. Or any other close quarters situations for that matter, like how I don’t really need to be hearing the reggaeton you’re blasting at 2am on your way home on the L coming out of your buds.

Headphones like the pair silhouetted above do a pretty good job of keeping music in, if it’s at the same kind of volume coming out of the computer speakers of your less than aware coworkers. I use a pair from Panasonic that I make sure to have at work for this reason alone. While I take pride in the music I listen to, I’m sure half, if not all, of the people around me, don’t want to hear it.

So that’s the answer to the How, be respectful and buy a decent pair of headphones. This is the office, not a street corner, and you’re just one of the sheep, not Bill Nun in Do The Right Thing.

Logo of the year. Early 2009.

When you’re a dumb tweeny pop band and your photo shows up with Nas’ lyrics … I’m speechless.

My cousin is apeshit for them, according to Facebook. Little knobs this douchey looking shouldn’t be marketable. But that’s what the kids want, I guess.

Not guilty on all charges

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Using curses or some way to show energy is feeling shallow and empty at the moment.

I’m in shock. I can’t believe this is true. So full of life, at 58, Mr. Russert has died.

My thoughts to Big Russ, Luke, and Maureen. This is just not right.

I posted a link to the racism video on Facebook, but this well crafted piece of journalism reiterating the story proved chuckle-worthy. Also: I’m scared that Winehouse won’t live past the end of the decade. See here about that.

Every once in a while, I’ll be scrolling through New News Wire, my RSS reader of choise, when I happen upon a headline I can tell was crafted to catch the eye. Egotastic’s nameless troll of a writer has the blogging style of a very well informed mouth-breather of a stalker of the stars, so if you for some reason or another click around and read more of his posts and are disturbed, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Yep, they’ve made it off. Further, this is what happens when I don’t sleep.

> Detroit: Beat Boston. If you don’t, and the Lakers do, you’ve concluded a cycle for me. I loved you for beating LA and I’d love whomever can eliminate Boston.

> People who go to Shea Stadium: It gets cold. Bundle Up.

> I promise not to bring up HRC2008 again unless the protest of the Rules & Bylaws Committee Protest gets out of hand and she doesn’t apologize for it. Or if she campaigns for McCain again. Basically, here’s the agreement: she stops making things harder for Obama (The Democratic Party’s Nominee in the minds of anyone with any intelligence left) and I stop complaining. Anything else and things will continue as normal. I need a way to vent about her, not many people read this blog to destroy party unity, and it’s morbidly fun.

> Remember how I took a while to mention the glitch in my MacBook Pro? Hello 10.5.3, Glitch Disappeared Like Poof-*****-B-Gone!

> My personal trainer, Rachel, she rocks. Former Marines tend to rock.

> When will they change the cover for Tha Carter III? LA Reid and oversensitive Wal Mart execs made Nas change his record title, Wayne’s cover is more offensive than anything since the R. Kelly Pee Tape.

> Speaking of which… Kels … you are fucked. Hire Riley Freeman.

> Phrase of the day, “built like a wedding cake.”

Yet again, Olbermann gets Angry right.