Useless Trivia- Simple Minds Edition

The Simple Minds' hit "Don't You (Forget about Me)" was actually written for Billy Idol. He finally recorded the single for his greatest hits record.

Simple Minds front man Jim Kerr was married at one point to Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders, who at another point was involved with Ray Davies of the Kinks. The Pretenders had an early hit with a cover of the Kinks' "Stop Your Sobbing".

The more useless shit you know...

The Epitome of Athleticism

Apparently some sort of world competition has been going the past couple of weeks. I found this awesome clip from the games and it is the funniest thing I've seen all week:



(forgive me, I've had a rough week- the bar is set pretty low for things that make me giggle)

It did remind me of another sport that should be included in the Olympics:



but what's truly missing from the Olympics is this:

Sugar Kills

Surfing MySpace tonight, I came across this ad:










Unfortunately, the real ad is so much better- animated donuts and ice cream cones dancing around the twinks' heads.

Because in your early teens, at that weight, it is so Type 2 fake diabetes. One too many Ding-Dongs.

Fact-Check: Nick has diabetes. Type 1. I don't even know who Nick Jonas is, except he probably fucked Miley Cyrus. But dancing donuts because your pancreas is gimpy? Shame. Shaaaaame.

My Fucking Laptop Sucks Balls

I hate my laptop. My last laptop and I had a beautiful seven-year relationship. This ass has had to have a new power supply after the first one melted, and a new left fan after the last one started chugging along like a bad seventies porn soundtrack.

Now I have to take it back in because the optical drive is, at the least, schizo, and all of the sudden my left Shift and Ctrl key have decided to stop working. Luckily I have warranty, but it means I have to take it to the mall and have Ambercrombie stench in my hair for the rest of the night.

Thanks, Apple.











Good Girl.











Bitch.

Late Night TV is Bad For Your Self-Esteem

I am a night owl. I watch utter dreck at 2 AM. And I have cable. However, tonight watching hair metal videos because there honestly was nothing else on, I discovered some things: I am fat. I am unsatisfied. My partner is a flaccid joke. And my kitchen knives suck. Fortunately there is a pill for all of the above. Out of all the late-night ads this one struck me as the most perturbing:

Reason #98c Why Passing Out is a Bad Thing

So I passed out on my couch, again. The telly was left on. I woke up with a huge crick in my neck and wondering why I was dreaming of Bronson Pinchot. When I scrubbed the sleep from my eyes, I noticed Beverly Hills Cop was airing at the time and it answered all:

Call her Fred

Me and the Mister got a new kitty today. Her name is Romana. Here is a bad picture of her:









And here is a clip of her namesake (nerd warning! (and it is Romana Mk. I-Mary Tamm, not Mk. II- Lalla Ward)). YouTube is being snotty about embedding, so clicky on linky