Saturday, December 26, 2009

News Haikus 16. Muffed Air Bomb

Goddamnit. Remember the shoe-bomb guy back in Dec. of 2001? Remember before the shoe bomb guy when going to the airport didn't mean you needed to have clean socks on? That shoe bomb guy was responsible for me having to take my shoes off in the airport.



Now we have this
other jackass from Nigeria. And thanks to him now there are other levels of security, longer waits and no moving around the plane when it's zipping about. The New York Times just informed FppInternational of new flight restrictions being initiated by Homeland Security... Things like staying in your seats when the plane is in US airspace.
I have a small bladder, dammit!

No laptops on your laps.

Well what the fuck are they called laptops for?


Anyway, here's my damned Haiku, written above Mexican airspace.


Homeland Security
Playing defence, watching the

layup, then jumping

BTW...If you only have time for one link choose the Nigerian jackass one, it's pretty well done.
BTW2...Forty posts in 2009. Returning from the brink of disaster to bore you all over again.

The Holiday Surf and Sun

Like past Xmases, we commemorated the re-unification of various idols and the commercial celebration of the populace's ability to spend spend spend by spending the day at the beach.
Same beach, same Xmas.

Hasselhoff Dog

Only this year, of course, Dinky came along to bark at the water and poop in the sand.

This Xmas has been quite adventureless, what with me having a cold and all, which ain't fun.

The staff at FppInternational would like to officially hope y'all are having a great holiday season and ask you to join us in a prayer to elicit something exciting in the near future for said staff, so these damn posts pick up a little.

Really, how many dog pictures can people look at before there is some sorta bloody revolution?

Friday, December 18, 2009

Join 'em

If you can't beat 'em, wear the goddamn hat yerself.

No longer battling the dog.

Xmas with Dinky I

News Haikus 15. Tiger, Buy The Tail.

One month ago the editors at FppInternational had the following reasons to like Tiger Woods: 1. He's the greatest golfer in the world.
How much "liking" that gets from FppI: .005%. We do not care about golf. We do not care about golfers. It's a boring frustrating game for fat, rich old men.

2. He's a complete corporate whore, shilling everything from Buicks to Nike feces to Anal Lube.
How much "liking" that gets from FppI: .00000001%. He's a class-A douchebag.

Consensus: Fuck Tiger Woods.



Now however, Tiger has become a more, shall we say, interesting character on the world stage. There are now things about him to be liked. For example:
1. From now on when you have a smash up with your rig, you can tell the cops when you'll be willing to talk to them. "Yeah, sure, officer, I would love to come down to the station, but I am playing with my Wii. I'll come along in three or four days with my lawyer to explain why I drunkenly smashed into that Dunkin Doughnuts." Thank you, Tiger. You have established a great president there. I will deal with the authorities now only on my own terms. Awesome.
How much "liking" that gets from FppI: 22%. We can all be Tiger, we can all tell the cops to get bent while we figure out some bullshit exit strategy.

2. Mr. Wholesome Disneyland Gosh and Heck gets to bang cocktail waitresses all over the free world. There's nothing wholesome about me. I get to do some really crazy sick shit with goats and midget trapeze artists from the former Soviet Union
How much "liking" that gets from FppI: 44%. We don't have to worry about anything anymore, not any morality or religious/socially instilled ideas of respect or decency. We get to do whatever the fuck we want as long as we can afford it. Which for the editors at FppInternational means watching Cinemax after 11:45 pm.


Tiger is now up there with Dick Butkus, Lawrence Taylor and Lou Pineda. He's on the fast track to becoming a decent guy.

So, when Tiger was leaving Australia (no doubt after a liason with a Kangaroo cocktail waitress), he was talking about how great his life was and all that. Then, a scant few days later, he's deeply sorry and needs time to consider his actions. SUCH BULLSHIT. He's only sorry he got caught. And got caught like such an asshole too. I hope his wife really beat the crap out of him.




BTW. This Taiwanese thing is awesome beyond description.

HAIKU:

I am rich and known.
I do anyfuckingthing.
Swedish chicks are tough.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Feeling Guilty

Feeling Guilty about not posting since the Carter administration, FppInternational.com now features back-to-back December posts.

OK.
So, basically the lives of all the employees here at FppInternational have been revolving around one little brown and white thing over the last seven months. No, not Good Luck Fucking that Chicken, nor Driving in Jamaica. Our journalistic lives and integrity are solidly centered on all things Dinky. But just how many goddamn pictures can be taken of a stupid dog?

If my wife has anything to say about it, plenty.

So, we had the brilliant idea of getting either reindeer antlers or a santa hat on Dinky and taking some pictures and sending them out at Christmas time and all that. I don't think the antlers were in the house for 24 hours before they were eaten.
The hat at least made it a couple days, but has yet to actually sit on the sneaky little bugger's cranium.

...on fer size

End result

So, happy holidays, and don't expect too much from Colombia this year, as all gifts are eaten or smashed or peed on by the time they are wrapped.

Kisses
FPPInternational

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Holidays 2009, The three-month Blog.

Ok, kids, like the sequel to Twilight, this post is well worth the wait.

Three Wise Asses

Well, I guess n
ot. Like, New Moon, this post is gonna suck. It seems that three months have come and gone with nary a BQ Gringo event. Our basketball team got beat a bunch, and we didn't dress up for Halloween. We are, however, still alive, and as the holidays approach with their delicious vacation time, the Editors at FPPInternational promise new, exciting and ground breaking news from BQ.
BTW...seems Tiger Woods has a penis that he likes to show off to lotsa girls.
and Micheal Jackson is still dead.

That's all for now.

Fpp

Thursday, September 17, 2009

News Haikus #14 .....That Chicken



I just ran across this in the Huffington Post...

Probably this newsman from the Big Apple is already out of a job. If so, FPPInternational is hiring. Journalistic integrity is such a rarity these days.


the expression on the female newscaster is the greatest thing in the universe.Ernie Anastos is my new favorite guy. More favoriter than Burt Reynolds and Lawrence Taylor combined. Haiku...

Health Care, shmealth Care, who
Cares when we have quotes like, "Keep
Fucking that Chicken."

Friday, September 11, 2009

Just Something, Anything.

We are still alive here in BQ. Although to call this existence 'life' is to make the phrase "live it up" an apt description for learning grammar. Anyway, although we are not cool or adventurous or exciting or robbing banks or filleting walleye in an autumn windstorm-rocked skiff with a jack-knife, we are alive and recently went to a wedding. We danced at the wedding, which is better than staying at home watching TV. When FPPInternational has some news to report, you'll be the first to know. Michael Jackson is finally underground. It took two months for some reason.

smooth like vanilla ice cream

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Return to "The Paint"

Technical difficulties...
So, fifteen months into operation, the handy-dandy twisty-screened little HP notebook with the fancy-schmancy Photoshop on there decided to become a sleek black paperweight. One afternoon the screen went all zippy zappy and La Flaca said, "Hey, the screen's going all zippy zappy."
Computer guy said, "It went all zippy zappy? Hmmm. Lemme look. This thing's toast."
Two weeks later we are back on the old Compaq here, at FPPInternational headquarters, relying on 2004 technology, which can be frightening. This thing was built before the Democrats controlled the house and senate, before Lady Gaga, before any of the seventy-eight thousand Micheal Jackson tributes. So the next few posts will have a very Flintstones-type feel to them, until we can step back into the second half of the first decade of the new millenium. And, maybe most importantly, we are once again using Microsoft's Cro-Magnon standby program Paint to crop the photos. Welcome back, red-eye! God help us all.

Big enough to assault the sofa

Oh yeah, I am back at work. Dinky got a bath today, Amber came back to BQ for a visit, and Hugo Chavez is still ranting about some sorta bullshit next door.

Amberlicious returns to BQ.

Kisses from the past,

FPPInternational

Friday, July 17, 2009

Dinky is All Grows Up!

This evening, right as Walter Cronkite was passing, Dinky initiated himself into manhood by humping La Flaca's sister's leg a couple times.

Aunt Lisbeth's leg--good good lovin

Now, only hours later, he drinks beer and picks his nose and wears Hawaiian shirts. Man, dogs advance so much faster than humans. There wasn't even a Harry Potter-reading age.



by the way, that's my sweatsock over there by the sofa

adios, puppihood.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Jamaica III, Ghosts in the Machines

Man, that Derrick Harriott's got some rockin' tunes. Three times through that Cd, Joe and I listened, while slowly, determinedly, unerringly making our way to Negril on the morning of the 24th. But that story's already been told. So, here we are, in Jamaica, land of the Rastas, Jerk chicken, Bob Marley, Ganga, shitty roads, and white sand beaches.

beach pies

After all that could be said was said, and after all that could be done was done, we decided enough was enough and it was high time to get back to where we once belonged. Along with Andy, in a relatively matching Yaris, La Flaca and I made for the north coast, dropping Amberlicious at the Montego Bay Aereopuerto at five-o-nothing am, guided by our handy Shell-Station map, while Andy trusted his handy GPS unit (which loved advising little detours, for sightseers, it seems). We crossed the northern coast of Jamaica, west to east with nary a hitch, finally landing in Ocho Rios, which read to be a little resort town. Unbenownst to us, Ocho Rios is a MAJOR little resort town, being a cruise-ship stop. The place was positively thick with tourists and inordinately expensive hotels. However, we found one (hotel) which proved to be a great deal and spent our last night surrounded by chubby white folks with flowered shirts and socks on under their flip-flops (and drunken college kids).

last hour in ocho rios

The drive from Ocho Rios back to Kingston, however, was far more--uhhhhh......--interesting than the drive from Montego bay to Ocho Rios. The trip south involved mountains. And if I thought the drive from Kingston to Negril was adventurous, it was absolutely tame compared to Annotto Bay to Kingston. The road was positively nauseating in its curviness and climbi-and-descendi-ness but was eventually conquered, just in time to make our flight and our escape back to the world where I can insult people in English right in front of them without getting punched in the face.

aguaman

In panama, La Flaca shopped and I walked up and down the mall. Oh, I bought some guitar strings, too.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

News Haikus 17, Strange Suicide Pact?


This morning pop culture scientists unearthed this photo of Micheal Jackson, Steve McNair and Farrah Fawcett together at a Nashville Applebee's. Coincidence?

Man, Farrah's neck sure don't match her face.

Haiku:


That poor Karl Malden,
If he'd died banging Britney
Spears he'd have made news.

Jamaica II, the Driver's Paradise.

Jamaica is an Island. It isn't a gigantic Island. There are roads running all around Jamaica. I have driven these roads.


I am pretty sure I have driven a higher percentage of the paved motorways of Jamaica than the paved motorways of any other nation of the world.
In an attempt to make the transition from Kingston airport to the beaches of Negril painless and fun, we rented a Toyota Yaris at the airport in Kingston. This was, and is, a good move.
Since we had wheels and a destination, we informed our pal Joe (flying into Kingston a few hours after us) that we had the wheels and asked if he'd be willing to navigate the way to Negril. (a couple details: 1. La Flaca is very capable and intelligent, but has almost no motoring experience and roughly the same map-reading experience; 2. The guy who owns the house we were to be staying in in Negril responded with horror when I informed him we would be driving from Kingston to Negril. "You'll never make it at night," I think he said.) Anyway, Joe said, hell yes.

Joe's flight got in at 8:0 something or other, so La Flaca and I rented our cool blue Yaris and headed into Kingston, drove around with a map a homeless guy gave us at a gas station and eventually had lunch, missed the closing time of the Bob Marley museum, bought some Cd's for the trip and did a little sight-seeing in Kingston (there is precious little to see, by the way). We also got some cash to fascilitate all that other stuff. It literally took us an hour driving around to find a working cash machine. When we did, I was very happy, got inside, inserted my Colombian cash card and viola, the system was 100% operational, except for one thing, I had no goddamned idea what the exchange rate was, nothing, not an inkling. I didn't even know what the currency was called, pounds, dollars, drachma, rubles, no fucking idea here.
So, faced with the question of "how much cash you want, mon," and not a single option on the screen, I dialed in 500.00 and waited. Three seconds later, bang, 500 Jamaican bucks. All right. I walked back to the car with a feeling of triumph. Once we were driving again, La flaca asked me, "How much did you get?"
"500 bucks," I replied.
"Wow," she said. "Either I just saw some really expensive flip-flops, or you got basically nothing." I wasn't crushed, but it had been a lot of work for six bucks. To make a short story short, we got some more cash, after talking to a nice woman who worked at a bank and we ate our first jerk chicken, listened to the cd of the guy who's face was on LaFlaca's new tank top, and headed to the airport for the 8:00 Joe pickup.
The drive to the airport was completely uneventful, and then we saw the great news that flights out of Miami/Ft. Lauderdale were all being delayed due to weather. We decided to hang around, and around and around. And, once again, to make a short story short, at around 11:30pm, Joe exited the airport with a guard, and explained that he could leave the airport if we could tell him the name and address of the house we were staying at in Negril. I guess that mattered to them.

At 11:58 pm, we hit the road, and we got the hell out of Kingston. At Spanishtown, thirty minutes later, we wondered what the hell all the caution was about, the roads were big, well-lit, fast, and very clear. At Sandy Bay, thirty minutes later, we were both sure we were lost, having mysteriously left the main road. However, with the aid of our new, trusty Shell road-map and the map light of the trusty Yaris, and our two Cd's (Buju Banton's Rasta Got Soul, and Derrick Harriott's Checkin' Out the Hits), we discerned that the itty-bitty, windey, unlit, sometimes single-lane piece of blacktop was indeed the main southern route from Kingston to Negril. Holy Hell. Luckily for LaFlaca, she slept, or feigned sleep, 80% of the five hours we were on the road.

Finally, to, for the last time, make a short story short, we got to our house in Negril as the sun rose, although a policeman had to call the owner of the house and take us there, as we had NO idea where in Negril we were staying.

Michael Jackson Tribute

Thus, the first leg of our trek around Jamaica ended, and we slept, for a couple hours, in the dewy dawn of Negril, thankful that we were done driving, giving no consideration to the return trip.

ttfn,
fpp

Friday, July 03, 2009

Jamaica I. The Reason for the Season.

All right, crackers (and others), we just got our pretty little selves back from Jamaica, which is an island somewhere in the south pacific. It is where Renoir went to paint Polynesians during his Blue period, which is the period immediately before sudden death.

The Light Knight

We went there to ride the trail of Lewis and Clark and also to see Brad and Sarah get themselves hitched. Although no one in our party speaks fluent Jamaican, we are relatively sure the wedding really went down. Which is nice, 'cause now they can have sex and kids, and buy a noisy damned dog.

Anyway, Negril was the destination, Brad and Sarah the invitation, their nuptials the occasion, and being all Jamaica-y mellow and throwing around Respect fistpumps the justification.

shadows of a jamaican wedding

The management and staff here at FPPInternational would like that extend a big 'ole thanks to brad and sarah for the invite and a bigger 'oler congrats to their sealing of the deal.
many happy returns.

more jamaican adventures to come.

ciao for now.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Last Chiva

Chiva season has finally ended, and the gringoes, knowing nothing more than how to follow directions, embarked on yet another adventure in the night on a bus with some rum after a soiree uhhhh prepositional phrase #6.

open door (stolen 1)

I love chivas. It is so easy to blog a chiva. bus riding with drunk people all over town, dancing. beer. rum. cheap street food. strange goings on. fun stuff.

At one point Leslie borrowed my camera and took better pictures with it than I have ever taken, which makes me feel more inadequate than usual, and that's saying something.

Monday, May 25, 2009

News Haikus 16, Il's Science Experiment

It seems our Korean pal Kim Jung Il has been playing with his science set in the basement, blowing shit up.

From the NY Times

North Korean Nuclear Claim Draws Global Criticism

SEOUL, South Korea — News of North Korea's nuclear test on Monday drew condemnation and criticism around the world, with some governments threatening to press for tighter sanctions at a special meeting of the United Nations Security Council scheduled for later in the afternoon.
...
Hours after the latest test, the North test-fired three short-range, surface-to-air missiles, an official at the South Korean defense ministry said. The three missiles were launched toward the sea between North Korea and Japan and had a range of 80 miles, the official said, speaking on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to discuss the matter with the media. They were fired from two bases not far from the nuclear test site in northeast North Korea, he said.

Haiku:
Japanese folks must
wonder when someone else will
finally get nuked

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Swine Flu Pandemic? News Haikus 15


Having nothing of serious note to report, the trusted information disseminators at the major news networks have decided to bring up the bird flu again, and COMPARE it to the swine flu. If people stop panicking over something stupid. Make it more stupid. Just keep the dumb bastards scared. I am starting to think that whoever-it-is that manufactures those cool paper masks that people in China and Michael Jackson wear has some major-league lobbying power.

From ABC News....

Swine Flu vs. Bird Flu: Which Is the Greater Pandemic Threat?

As health officials around the globe continue to monitor the swine flu outbreaks that have occurred within the past month, comparisons with the periodic bird flu outbreaks over the past decade are difficult to avoid. Seems that some sorta cage match is called for, if you ask me.

Haiku:

When more folks have swine
flu than arena football
season tick's, panic!

THe Dinky Cronicles II, Bath Day

My wife now has everything she's ever dreamed of.
1. Nice Pad
2. Perfect Husband
3. World Peace
4. Well Mannered Puppy

Take a bite outa crime

Wait. My wife has one of those things. Our apartment is nice.
I think on day one, a week ago, she thought she was halfway there (having abandoned any hope for numbers 2 and 3). I am sure that now, even she, the patient, puppy-loving softy that she is, has come to consider cane-cide. Dr. Dinkus is truly an asshole.

There is nothing so relaxing on a Saturday morning as waking up at six thirty to a crying bedpost-biting dog, walking through a maze of five urine puddles and two poop-bombs in order to clean up the puddles and bombs with news-paper and then mop the floor, all while being bitten on the ankles by the one responsible for the poop and pee, which is being cleaned up. Then the mop is attacked. Then the ankles again. His little itty-bitty teeth sure are cute.



Ah, domestic bliss.


Retribution came in the form of giving Dinky his first bath, which, of course, he did not enjoy.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Domestication

I guess 2009 is the year I really, finally, completely moved on from College-aged Fpp.
Getting married was the first step, I guess. I brought the second step home yesterday morning, Mother's day, actually. Making La Flaca a mother, of sorts.

This is Dr. Dinkus Reichlin, PhD.

Dinky's Arrival

Bring on the kids and mortgage. Drive the nails in the coffin, anyone.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

The Worker's Celebrate. Ho Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum

Colombia, like many other countries, celebrates the day of the working man (or woman) on May 1. And is there, really, any better way to demonstrate our solidarity with the plight of the world's workers than by dressing up as pirates, boarding an old sailing ship, drinking rum and mooning a Scientologist cruise ship?

Birds

The answer, obviously, is hell no! So we did just that. The entire Colombian community of gringoes appeared from parts as distant as Bogota, Bucaramanga, San Diego, and Santa Marta, nearly all in some goofy get-up. The editors of this fine instrument of reportage did their damnedest as well, although somewhat stretching the modern interpretation of "pirate," I think.

I don't need anything except this.

When the timer on the scoreboard finally sounded the end of the fourth quarter, the game had been won, and won handily, by team gringo. Most people made it back to beds. Daybreak met the unshaven, unruly, unkempt crew too early, but riders were arranged and people made it home okay, although it had begun to rain. So the dry season is over in BQ. Let the arroyo assault begin anew.

Feliz day of the Trabajador, amigos.
FPPInternational

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

NEWS HAIKUS #14, DIAL C FOR CRAIGSLIST


From The Seattle Times

Arrest over Craigslist sex-and-death ad

A Craigslist ad seeking a woman willing to have sex and be killed led police to arrest a Kent man when he showed up at a hotel with a length of chain and a knife.


I have always found Craigslist low-tech approach kinda creepy, like a really cheap porn magazine. Reading the article, the detail that I liked the most was that the ad was found in an area called "Casual Encounters." Wow. What the hell kinda requests do people post in "Intense Encounters?" Haiku:

Poor John Wayne Gacy,
You wore that clown suit thirty

years pre - internet.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Bogota Dreams 2

Ok, ten days have passed since the editors at NewsCorp returned to the sunny environs of BQ from the rain-soaked chill of The Capital.

Waiting for dog biscuit delivery

There is very little to note other than the frequency and diversity of diversions engaged-in by the editors. A couple nice moments: (1) Hailing a cab in The Candelaria, in an attempt to go bowling. When CDVeston explained where the bowling alley was, in what part of town, the cabdriver replied, "I won't take my car down there at night." Hmmmmmm, is bowling really necessary? Nonetheless, we bowled, CDVeston besting yours truly for the high score. (In defense of my less-than-stellar performance, I must inform that the floor was just too sticky, and my shoes really really smelled bad).

hop skip

So bowling, great. Also, (2) the food we had at the bowling alley merits comment. It was a giant platter covered with grilled beef and chicken, french fries, boiled little round potatoes, patacones, popcorn, and, underneath it all, we were to discover, lettuce. It wasn't too bad, as long as one didn't eat the beef. Plus, for me anyway, there's something a tad grungy about eating food while periodically sticking three of one's fingers in holes (in this case the thumb is a finger) that were drilled into a green Lucite (or whatever) sphere some forty years ago, holes that have had more fingers in them than Madonna, in a part of town where cabdrivers refuse to go and where hairy-bellied transvestite prostitutes ply their trade in miniskirts while it coldly drizzles rain onto the dirty street. No-one brought handy-wipes.

Sweet ride

We also went bike riding. And hit some museums. You know, tourist stuff.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

NEWS HAIKUS LUCKY #13, SOMALI PIRATES

The only thing on the news that has nothing to do with the Global economic meltdown.

Somali pirates seize another boat
from BBC NEWS

Somali pirates have hijacked a tugboat in the Gulf of Aden with 16 crew members on board - 10 of them Italians.

Maritime industry sources say the tug was towing two barges at the time of the attack at 0800 GMT. The crew are said to be unharmed.

When will Chuck Norris
Finally release his "Chuck

Fights the Pirates" film?

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Bogota Dreams 1

For spring break, the editors of FppInternational made a pilgrimage to the capital city. The mountain holdout was invaded by a plethora of BQers past and present and the spirit of the Port of Gold was delivered into the storied crumbling majesty of the Candelaria.



Although the trip started with a massive whimper, the fun out of the sun overtook the disaster of the diplomats and all went, eventually, well.
Museums were visitied, and parks and famous site stuff and churches and Dunkin Doughnuts and a nutty meat palace.

Check out my new apartment

All in all, the trip was a rocking great beginning to the most recent April, And the Editors at FppInternational have become converts to the pleasures of cold, rainy weather. More to come.

Fpp

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

News Haikus #12, The Final Frontier, Space Dormrooms


Seems that finally we are preparing some really cool future stuff.
Mapping the Human Genome. BFD.
Finding alternative fuels. Ho fucking Hum.
A possible cure for cancer. Pass the potatoes.
Getting ready to send people to Mars for some stupid-assed reason. Yeah, baby!

From the NY Times

Staying Put on Earth, Taking a Step to Mars

By MICHAEL SCHWIRTZ

Published: March 30, 2009

MOSCOW — On Tuesday, six people will be voluntarily locked into a cloister of cramped, hermetically sealed tubes woven inside a Moscow research facility the size of a high school gymnasium. They will eat dehydrated food, breathe recycled air and be denied conversation with practically everyone else but one another.

Let's see goofy space
dudes kill each other off. Ah,
living in isolation

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Pink......................Slip. Pink...............Slip. Pink .....Slip. Pink Slip.

Grover selling apples on the street for 5 cents.

To hell with GM, Bear Stearns, and Lehman Bros. The global economic crisis has finally hit us all where we live. The folks that taught us all to count to twenty in Spanish are feeling the crunch.

From the Chicago Sun-Times:

Recession forcing layoffs at Sesame Workshop

March 12, 2009

NEW YORK---- The crisis on Wall Street is plaguing Sesame Street. Sesame Workshop, the nonprofit producer of "Sesame Street" and other kids' programs, is cutting about one-fifth of its work force because of the economic downturn.

The New York-based company said Wednesday that it's eliminating 67 of 355 staff positions.

Declaring it is "not immune to the unprecedented challenges of today's economic environment," the company pronounced a need "to operate with fewer resources in order to achieve our strategic priorities."


Haiku:
No marketable
skills, Grover's dealing powdered
sugar like it's smack.

Two questions:
1. What kind of fucking language is "...to achieve our strategic priorities" for sesame street?
2. Which Muppet will make the most money as a crack-addled prostitute?

Thursday, March 12, 2009

News Haikus #8, & #9, Earth Crap & bonus, More Space Crap

Big news of the day, from the New York Times,

Madoff Goes to Jail After Guilty Pleas to All Charges

When Bernard L. Maddoff entered a federal courtroom in Manhattan on Thursday to admit that he ran a vast Ponzi scheme that robbed thousands of investors of their life savings, he was as elegantly dressed as ever. But, preparing for jail, he wore no wedding ring — only the shadowy imprint remained of one he has worn for nearly 50 years.
Make an exception.
Let broke investors take turns.

Kill by paper cuts.


By the way, it seems Gordon Gecko was wrong, greed don't seem so good anymore.

bonus...


From National Geographic News.

Seems that the folks aboard in ISS (international space station) had to evacuate in order to avoid some space junk about half and inch in diameter, which, traveling at 25,000 miles per hour or so, would make a pretty mess.
Space Station Evacuated Due to "Red" Debris Threat
Anne Minard for National Geographic News
March 12, 2009

International Space Station crew members put the station on autopilot and evacuated to a space "life raft" briefly on Thursday to escape bombardment by a shower of debris.

In the end, the debris passed the space station without incident. But the evacuation provided a rare test of one of the plans to get the crew to safety if the station is struck.

Imagine, billions
gone
if a coconut-size
thing
happened along.

Monday, March 02, 2009

News Haikus # 7, Good Old Rush, Spreading the Word

Limbaugh Misquotes Constitution During CPAC Speech

from the Huffington Post


During his much-discussed keynote address at the Conservative Political Action Conference on Saturday, Rush Limbaugh accused Barack Obama of pursuing the "bastardization of the U.S. Constitution."

It was one of the more politically acidic notes in a speech defined by rambling political assaults. But the conservative talk show host wasn't exactly standing on firm footing. Just a few moments earlier he himself had actually -- not theoretically -- "bastardized" the Constitution by confusing it with the Declaration of Independence.



Rush, if the pills can
impede your heart attack, switch
to beer, you fat fuck.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Movie Fun

First of all, let me begin this post by mentioning that I do not even remember the movie the editors at NewsCorp went to this weekend. Something with Wolverine in it, I think. Anyway, the movie was not the coolest thing in the movies. As is frequently the case, the main attraction at "Blah Blah Blah" starring Wolverine without any steel claws extruding from the backs of his hands, was not the film itself, but the depth of weirdness that one can experience in a typical BQ theater.

We bought our tickets--after some line-cutting hy-jinks by the locals--and went to get some seats. I bought the Popcorn while LaFlaca went to save the seats, a move which wasn't necessary as we were two of literally five people in the joint, and I came in after the trailers had already begun.

So, fifteen minutes into the movie, two more people came in, and sat right in front of us, exactly, boom, bing, bang, right in front of us, in a fully empty theater. Ok, stadium seating, good angle, no hats, no turbans. No problem.

So, fifteen minutes later, Ewan McGregor is having sex or something--on screen--and a small family comes in and sits, I shit you not, immediately behind us, immediately, boosh, bish, bash, right behind us. Ok, no problem. Not too loud let, but here they are.

So, I'm watching the sex scenes in my little Hollywood blockbuster. Then, once there is no more nudity, I turn to my beautiful wife to whisper something dramatic and romantic, and POW, PING PANG the filthy sonofabitch sitting behind us has his grimey Goddamn naked feet on the top of her seat-back, touching her miscellaneous hairs. UGH. I don't know the correct word to type here. Fucking Disgusting.


So, I move my little family to other seats (telling the guy how disgusting he is during the move, to which he was completely disinterested)
Luckily for me, the movie wasn't Cassablanca, as I spent the rest of it staring daggers at this disgusting pig. That's when I noticed that he didn't have an arm, at least not an arm facing us. Then I felt bad. Wow, maybe this dude has no arms, And I just called him an uneducated, disgusting pig for putting his stinking feet on my wife's head. Maybe that's all he could do to keep the digits he eats with off the movie theater floor. Hmmmmm, Bad Fpp.

Then his phone rings. And he answers it. With a hand. Ha! OK! Good! So he has at least one hand and no excuse for putting his stinking fucking feet on my wife. I no longer felt bad. I wanted to throw stuff at him while he was on on the phone for two reasons 1. 'cause he was on his phone in a movie theater and 2. 'cause, with his one arm busy, he would have a real hard time dodging the thrown missiles.

Anyway, lesson learned. One arm is not a good enough excuse to put your gnarly feet anywhere near me or my wife's heads.

Oh, by the way, he took another call during the movie and MADE one himself, cementing his status as cool-ass dude.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

news haikus # 6 Buffalo Man Decapitates Wife

It seems that a husband in buffalo got really tired of dealing with his wife. So, with a sword, he chopped her head from her body. first of all, who keeps a sword around the house?

Police identified the victim as Aasiya Z. Hassan, 37. Detectives have charged her husband, Muzzammil Hassan, 44, with second-degree murder. Muzzammil Hassan told police that his wife was at his business, Bridges TV, on Thorn Avenue in the village. Officers went to that location and discovered her body. Muzzammil Hassan is the founder and chief executive officer of Bridges TV, which he launched in 2004, amid hopes that it would help portray Muslims in a more positive light.

my favorite aspect of this is that the dude's entire business was centered around doing what he could to portray Muslim Americans as moderate, patient, thoughtful people who would never blow up a plane.

Hassan thinks OJ
a pussy. I mean c'mon,
man. Head still attached?

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Stache Battle, Flower Battle

dancing chicken girl

Carnivals are finally fully upon us, and I get a nice four-day weekend.
To kick things off, Friday night we had the long-anticipated moustache showdown.
When the kids from Santa Marta walked through the door to compete, I knew my chances were slimmer than Iggy Pop.

The fertile soil of Departamento Magdalena grows some fierce 'staches!

the New king and his bested enemies

Luckily for the local boys, Style and Presentation points counted, and although I didn't place anywhere near the hardware, local pimp T-Norm, kept the gold in BQ for at least another year. I am happy to report that although I recieved no where near the number of votes i needed for third place, I was pelted with a bra during my presentation, a bra that was not thrown by my wife. so the Sam Elliot look, although not a prize winner, is still a fave with the honeys.

el ganador

So, that ended all right. Then comes the first Major Carnival Parade the Batalle de Flores. That's right, the battle of the flowers. None of us has any idea what that means.

BQ's best Irish Dancers

The gringoes purchased enough tickets to occupy three mini-placos down on via Cuarenta and started purchasing water and beer in the oppressive heat. the fun just came to us. Nothing too crazy happened, although we almost got into a fight with a whole passel of folks over some rum. Man, sobriety is wasted on the sober. No one was killed, no one was maimed, everyone walked home alive and dragging ass. Tomorrow is the third parade, the Fantasia (which I hope I don't have to translate) and more posts to follow. Until then, this if Fpp of NewsCorp, saying, Stay cool.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

News Haikus 5, Further News from Detroit

This front page story of the NY times, internet edition was graced with a photo of a bitchin 1976 Trans Am.

Not to be outdone:


G.M. to Cut 47,000 Jobs; Chrysler Plans to Slash 3,000

General Motors and Chrysler promised to make further cuts, in hopes of lightening their bloated cost structures amid a dismal market for new car sales.


Seems like lotsa dough
To fire them folks. Why not just
slash Wagoner's pay?

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Santo Tomas, Carnaval

An hour or so outside of BQ, past the airport, more or less on the banks of the Rio Magdalena, sits tranquil little St. Tomas. a pueblo that harbors no ill-will toward any man, or gringo.
So we went there to celebrate whatever it is we are celebrating, and St. Tomas was conquered. Amberlicious poured herself into an honorary position as a member of the A-Team, replacing Triple-A Allen as the only skirt on the team.
The A Team...
We also kept the tattoo-man's business afloat for another week, as all got ink done, in an attempt to appear tougher than we really are.
tattoos tattoos cruise booze zoos snooze
Maizena was thrown, rum consumed, and hats made from garbage bags purchased.

See you again, next year, under the watertower, a couple sandy streets up from the river, over there where that guy has those hats and that other guy is selling the beer kept cold in brown water.
adios, St. Tom
animals taking five