Thoughts on Sept. JuggFest
I know it is still months away, but these thoughts need to escape my gulliver: I may give up not drinking that weekend (I think it is either the weekend of 9-22 or 9-29 and that is IF I make it that long). I think the JuggBoys Band should record a cover of “Can’t Buy Me Love” or someone needs to pen an original song that we can record for posterity. I think we should have an effigy burning of some sort. Perhaps the fucktard who shot up VA Tech? Maybe Armadillohead or his flag? I am now accepting t-shirt ideas. I wonder if The Captain will be present? What will the Blog Castle basement look like by then? What does it look like at the moment? I wonder how many posts will contain the “Sperm” tag by then? What should I have for lunch today?
Important stuff here folks…
April 16, 2007
VA Tech U Shooting
WHICH LOOKS BETTER?
RIP: Nappy Headed Don Ho
April 15, 2007
Cell Phones v. Food?
No bees, no food, no us! …. or is there no connection?
April 13, 2007
I’m just saying
“I’m just saying†is a phrase that I am hearing more and more often lately. I am not at all certain that I understand its’ usage or popularity. Is it an excuse to say anything you want and then you end the insult or put-down by stating that “I’m just saying†as if that somehow relieves the verbal sin you may have just committed. “She’s not fat, but she has big bones. I’m just saying†translates into “She a fat pig and I am allowed to say so�
Or is the phrase used to avoid prosecution for political incorrectness? If Dyngus Day Dumbass Dickhead Donny Imus had said “I don’t want to say they look like nappy headed hos, but I’m just sayingâ€, would he have been in so much trouble as to lose his vaulted spots on MSNBC television and CBS radio in about 80 markets? Would that line have somehow saved him?
There are blogs with the phrase in their title (krupsjustsayin.blogspot.com, justsaying.biscuitpress.com,). Goggle has 52,500,000 hits for the term. There is a place called Phrasefinder that suggests that the term originiated in the 80’s or 90’s and is “an elliptical expression made intelligible by what precedes it in the conversation, that is, its antecedent”. I am not even sure what an elliptical expression is, much less in agreement with that defintion (since I don’t understand it). Glen Beck at Glenpedia.com gives us a working definition of the term: “I’m just sayin’: a phrase used to defuse potential embarrassment after saying something highly opinionated.” An example might be: “Fred Thompson should not run for President, he is just an actor. I am just saying…”. (How soon we forget.)
One of the local morning radio programs (Q101) even has a guy named James Van Ostel (spelling??) who does a segment called “I’m just saying†(apparently available on Podcasts somewhere) on a morning drive time show. This morning, it was about the Bush administrations termination of several Federal Prosecutors. He concluded his remarks by saying Patrick Leahy saying on the floor of Congress that the Bush administrations statement about losing the e-mails being the equivalent of “the dog ate my homework†would be giving the Bush administration too much credit because they don’t do their homework. He then ended the segment as he ends every one by saying “I’m just sayingâ€.
I want to know what that means. I think it may stem from the colloquialism, “Know what I’m saying†that some American’s put on the end of every sentence. Or “Know what I meanâ€, when in fact we do not. I think the phrase has no real meaning or adds anything meaningful to a conversation or statement. Is this insidious or is it just me? Could it be that America has just grown even more fat and lazy in their speech patterns?
I’m just saying…
Week in Review
File under: Week 13 of 2007 and Happy Friday the 13th!
Damnit! Monday was Dyngus Day and we missed it!Don Imus made a fool of himself again by calling the Lady Rutgers Scarlet Knights “nappy headed hosâ€. What a dumbass. And what about HIS hair, WTF is up with that? And did he steal those eyebrows from Andy Rooney? Why is this guy famous? What does he offer that makes him a celebrity? I do not even pretend to understand. MSNBC cancelled the airing of the video from his radio show and then CBS canned the nappy headed idiot. I think Mr. Imus is my nominee for Fucktard of the Week. He has to share that dishonor with Mike Nifong, the Durham County DA who vigorously (and wrongfully) prosecuted the Duke University Lacrosse players. I don’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so.
Here is some not so startling news: Diets don’t work. Exercise works, but dieting alone won’t. I am going to diet less and exercise more. Remember that I said that.
“Pot. It mightn’t kill you, but it could turn you into a dickhead”. Well, I think perhaps some folks behind the clear and convincing usage of judicial resources in trying to get a posthumous pardon for Jim Morrison may have just been turned into dickheads (ie: pulling a little too much on the old water horn). Even though it may have spelled the beginning of the end for Morrison and The Doors, I solemnly doubt the Lizard King would give a rats’ petard whether his conviction was overturned and he was pardoned or not. Frankly, it is a little late. About 37 years too late; I’m just saying (look for a post on this line soon).
Here is my favorite headline of the week. I wasn’t sure if it was a fantasy or a nightmare? I think it is the latter. I wasn’t quite sure I understood this headline.
Johnny Cash’s Hendersonville, TN home burned burned burned and the flames just crept higher until nothing was left but a Ring of Fire. Barry Gibb is said to be inconsolable.
I know most of you don’t care, and I don’t either, but just for the record, Larry Brickhead is the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s baby. I told you so. This announcement made Don Imus very happy as it pulled some attention off of him and his “nappy†comments. He was really hoping that someone would fly a plane into the Sears tower so no one would talk about his stupid remark any more. They (both Brickhead and Imus) are Dyngus Day Dumbass Dickheads.
How’s this for a cool story? Seems this guy has a dream and in it, sees a number. He wakes, texts a message to that number and hook-up ensues. The next time I dream about lottery numbers, I am playing them.
And here we go again with the effing gas prices. I told you that Peelousy visit to Syria would bring no good. I told you so!
Happy healthy weekends to all.





















