Paris, baby, I love you and all. But please stop emailing me asking if I want to watch your damn video. I’ve already seen it, and it’s overrated. I’m not going to pay some wonker $14.95 just to download it when it’s been on the net for free for almost a month now.
You heard it hear first, folks. The LA Club ‘Belly’ will be the next White Lotus.
Club promoter Dennis writes: “I’m also working with some up & coming clubs like Belly - mark my words, Belly will be the next White Lotus.”
There you go… When Belly blows up like you thought it would, the proof is right here on this webpage that I called it.
MadNights.com - Belly Los Angeles - Belly bar, Belly restaurant, and Belly nightclub
Gotta get me one of these bad boys….
Aluminum Foil Deflector Beanie
For the love of god, don’t you people do a rudimentary Google search before going around spreading urban legends? At least know that they’re false when you’re telling them, if you must tell them!
Chevy Nova - Urban Legend - Spanish Language
“Chances are you’ve heard about how Chevrolet had problems marketing the Chevy Nova automobile in Latin America. Since no va means “it doesn’t go” in Spanish, the oft-repeated story goes, Latin American car buyers shunned the car, forcing Chevrolet to embarrassedly pull the car out of the market.”
One little problem: It Never Happened
If you don’t believe that pages, check out the Snopes.com page on this. Snopes.com is basically the Bible when it comes to Urban Legends.
ongoing ∑ On Search, the Series
Tim Bray: “This series of essays on the construction, deployment and use of search technology (by which I mean primarily ìfull-textî search) was written between June and December of 2003. It has fifteen instalments not including this table of contents.”
-Why do I compulsively check what time my alarm clock is set to each night? I only change it once every month or so, and I usually hit snooze anyway.
-Why is the thought of buying Christmas presents so painful to me? Maybe because I hate getting random stuff that I don’t need and that just clutters up the house. You feel bad about getting rid of it, so it just sits there, collecting dust. Until one day (usually moving day) you decide that you’ve kept it long enough and can finally get rid of the damn thing. That’s why everyone should either create an Amazon wishlist or just not mind getting a gift card.
-Speaking of presents, what’s up with people trying to pawn off their artistic friends stuff onto other people as presents? I know you just bought your friends’ crap to support their artistic lifestyle, and not because you actually truly believe 1) they have talent, or 2) anyone would want their crappy art (book, CD, photo, print, whatever). If you have a friend who is actually talented, only give their stuff to people you show it to and who express an interest.
-Honestly… No kidding. What is Ralph Maccio doing at this exact moment? I really do want to know.
-People in Los Angeles really love to ham it up when it comes to cold weather. It drops down to 65 degrees and they’ve got their scarves and sweaters on. Meanwhile I’m chillin’ like a villian in my shorts, waiting for it to drop below 60 before I begin taking it somewhat seriously.
-They shoot off fireworks here to celebrate Christmas. I’d never heard of that before. I’m sure people here are just so into celebrating the birth of little baby jesus. It has nothing to do with having a huge 2 mile long party along the beach attended by eggnog and wine drinkers from all of Manhattan / Hermos / Redondo beaches. No, nothing to do with that at all.
-If I was Jesus and somehow still new that all these idiots on earth were celebrating my birthday on the wrong day, I’d be freakin’ pissed. I’d just look down, shake my head, and think to myself “idiots… what a bunch of freaking idiots… who picked dec. 25th anyway, out of all the days of the year?”
-I was up in Beverly Hills today. I saw 2 brand new Ferraris within the span of 5 minutes. I’m pretty sure old white dudes were driving them and had young hot chicks with them. But that could just be me.
-You know what’s so bothersome about celebrities? They seem to have everything you could ever want in life on the material side of things, and they are YOUNGER THAN YOU. You know that feeling you get when you meet someone that really has their sh*t put together, and are way ahead of you in the game, but they’re your age? It makes you sick. You’re like, “dude, this guy has done all this and he’s only 18 ? I gotta stop working at the gas station and get a real job.”
-Los Angeles is awesome for many reasons, but those are all boring, so I’ll just harp on the negative. What sucks is that just to be “average” out here, you probably need to make at least $100k per year, drive a BMW (even if its an older model), and own some kind of home/property. That’s what it seems like to me, I could be wrong. Back home you could drive a Honda Civic, own a small house in the suburbs, make $52k per year, and marry your high-school sweetheart and be “average”. Okay so this is all overtly superficial and materialistic, but how else are you supposed to see how you stack up in this world? number of yoga classes attended per day?
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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