A big shout out to the jackass who got himself killed by a MARTA train today. There is a no trespassing sign and fence around the tracks for a reason, retard. Thanks for holding up my commute.

I traded the Jeep in for an Acura RSX Type-S. This was not the car I intended to purchase, but it handled so well there was no other choice.
I will start with a brief list of items I do not like about the car. First, the climate controls are chintzy […]

Astute Propeller Skies readers will recall that just about a year ago, my Jeep Grand Cherokee determined third and fourth gears were unnecessary and proceeded to shred them. Conveniently, the transmission gave out in the middle of the Downtown Connector, which is similar to a sixteen lane NASCAR track with Hummers substituted for stock […]

This lens is fucking sweet. It costs more than a full suspension mountain bike and is worth every cent. All those cents buy a constant aperature zoom that is faster than a blown Supra and sharper than a set of Henckels knives.
The lens also features silentwave autofocus that is is unfuckingbelievable. […]

My internet has been working sparodically for a few days now, since the motherfucking jackasses at Comcast seem to be unable to get the fucking name servers to work. Now, thanks to the Open Root Server Confederation I can surf the goddamn internet again. Power cycle this, bitches.

The week before last, I finally joined the space age and bought an iPod photo. After some initial issues, due to my inebriated state and general inability to follow instructions, I got it set up and working fine. Now, like American Express, I never leave home without it. If you have the […]

Last Thursday evening, I was chatting on the phone with my cracka Smoove B and bitching about how much monkey ass Musicmatch Jukebox sucked. Smoove B inquired if I had ever used iTunes. Because I thought iTunes was only for iPods, I never bothered to check it out. So I went ahead […]

Last Saturday, I went to the Hair of the Dog pub crawl in Virginia Highlands. I forgot how much fun singles events can be if the right crowd shows up. And by right crowd, I mean chilled out young intown hotties, not desperate divorcees from OTP. The best part of the pub […]