Geekgasm

My nipples could cut glass.

I knew it was coming, I’ve known for almost a year, but even so I’m such a fanboy that I’m about to bust a nut over the official announcement that a Halo movie is in the works. And deep down I know that even if it’s worse than the worst movie of all time (Battlefield Earth) I will still plunk down money to see it in theaters. And then I’ll buy the HD-DVD, sit in a dark room and watch it until my eyes bleed.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need a towel…

Free Beatings

What a fun and wonderful weekend!

It’s amazing how much fun one can have beating the piss out of small children while their parents root you on to ever greater heights of child abuse. It’s even more fun when the children in question only cry when you stop beating them.

“Little Timmy, why are you crying?”
“Uncle GeekMan hasn’t thrown me into the pool in forever!”
“But he just threw you twenty feet into the deep end not five minutes ago!”
“No he didn’t.”
“Timmy, I heard your frightened scream from inside the house.”
“But he’s thrown Dave in twice since then and he made Amy bellyflop and John got so scared he peed as he hit the water and it’s not fair!”
“OK, Timmy. What if Uncle GeekMan flips you over his back and holds your head under the water until you black out? Would you be happy then?”
“Cool!”
[all other kids]
“Me next! Me next! I want to black out, too!”

Ah, the simple pleasures of life.

Family Matters

I have a weird family.

Case in point, MotherGeek calls yesterday and, in between asking me about my day and complaining about how tired she always is, informs me that an aunt I never knew I had died Monday evening, the funeral is this afternoon and would I like to come.

Say wha…?!

During the conversation that follows I also discover that I have a whole other family that I haven’t seen since I was three including, I kid you not, a cousin named Brucie and an uncle named Dr. Phil.

No, not THE Dr. Phil, but even so it still creeped me out.

So, after thinking it over I decided not to go to the funeral because I just didn’t feel right showing up to pay my respects to someone I never knew surrounded by people I don’t remember. Also, I didn’t have anything to wear and lord knows I can’t be seen at a funeral wearing last years mourning suit fashions. I might as well show up in a toga.

Talk about funeral faux pas!

In other news, my little Adam’s Revenge contest seems to be drawing in a boatload of apathy from everyone out there. In the hopes of garnering some response from you people I thought a last minute reminder might help spur some of you closet writers into sending in your entries before tonight’s 11pm deadline. But, if that doesn’t work then maybe I’ll have to resort to another, less pleasant, tactic. That’s right people. If you don’t send me a sentence soon, and I mean in the next five minutes, I’m bringing Bread back!

Oh man, I think I threw up a little in my mouth…

Points of Interest

  • Chicago seems like a very nice place to visit and I’m sure I would have enjoyed being there more if not for my complete inability to get Frank Sinatra’s song “Chicago” out of my head. It’s especially difficult after walking down State Street (that great street, I just want to say) and actually witnessing a tourist couple laughing and dancing together on the sidewalk. However, I will admit that it was damn cute when he tried to dip her and she dragged him down to the ground as she fell.
  • The best part of being in first class on an airplane has nothing to do with legroom, leather seats or better meals. It’s all about the extra overhead storage. Bless you, overhead storage. Bless you.
  • There’s still time to enter the Adam’s Revenge story contest! I’ve gotten a few sentences but not yet enough for the ten I require to start the story. Come on people! Help me entertain you and send me a sentence! You know you want to.

Mostly Vomit Television

Maybe something’s wrong with me.

This morning I saw Jessica Simpson’s “These Boots Are Made For Walking” video for the first time. Nothing special, right? Just another bad song being sung by another bad singer in yet another bad video on MTV. But this particular video has a stigma attached to it that merited my viewing.

You see, in the video Jessica Simpson wears a string bikini.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no Jessica Simpson fan. I happen to dislike her on the grounds that anyone who’s that stupid and that rich should by rights be ugly as sin. Hey, look at Anna Nicole before the fad diet. So, simply by existing Jessica defies the natural order of the universe and should be beaten with an ugly stick by schoolchildren outside of a different public school from 3:30-4:00pm every day until even the meanest kid feels sorry for her face.

That would set the universal karma back to right.

Anywaste, back to my mental meanderings. In this video, Jessica wears a tiny string bikini while teasingly washing the “General Lee”, the car from The Dukes of Hazzard movie in which she plays Daisy Duke. Normally, a sexy young woman wearing a string bikini and getting all kinds of wet on the hood of a car would encourage certain parts of my anatomy to stand up and take notice. But, much to my surprise, seeing her on my TV screen had the opposite effect entirely. In fact, when she leaned over the hood of the car exposing her barely bikini covered boobies to the camera, I came very close to vomiting last nights leftover tacos all over the couch.

As it was, I did get to enjoy their hot and spicy taste once again.

Here’s the thing that’s been bothering me all day. Is it normal for a guy to see a woman most would call sexy who’s writhing around in a wet bikini on top of a car and making come-hither eyes at the camera and, instead of sitting back and enjoying the view, he hastily clamps his lips together to suppress his gag reflex? Should I be worried about this? Should I see a specialist? What say you, oh readership of wise soothsayers? Am I going crazy(er)?

In other news, it’s fricking hot.

Public Service Announcement #8234

When I drink too much Coca-Cola I fart.

This is not something I’m proud of, especially since no other carbonated beverage I’ve ever consumed has had this effect on my gastrointestinal tract, but I just thought it was something you ought to know. You know, just in case I’m visiting and all you have to drink in the house is a Coke or a nice glass of watered down bleach with ice. Trust me; you would be doing the world a favor by giving me the bleach. No jury would convict you, my friend. It’s called “self-defense”. Why do I mention this? Well, guess who just had a whole 2 liters of Coke all to himself on an otherwise empty stomach?

That’s right. Mister GeekMan McStinkypants, that’s who.