I remember the first Violent Femmes album as one of the first edgy things my sister brought home from her first year of college. I sometimes enjoy their music, but not always. This was interesting, and good too. Too bad they don't allow me to add it to my myspace page. That's one way to make sure nobody hears it.

For some reason I didn't learn what a placebo was until I was 21. I was hard up for cash and doing one of those awful drug research stay-overs when the guy next to me asks me what drug they're using me for. The only name I remembered was "placebo". That got a laugh, and boy did I feel stupid.

I guess I'm just slow, but I'm confused on what the difference is between Mozilla on WinXP and Firefox on WinXP. I thought I was using Mozilla Firefox on Win XP. How are the two different?

It's been "bedazzled".

Wow that was catchy. I'm going to listen to that all day. I actually used to listen to this guy in the afternoon during my drive home. Republic radio is standard here in Nebraska, so there weren't many choices. At first I respected many of his opinions, but soon I noticed that he belittled every caller that didn't agree with him, no matter how valid their points were.
Now I just can't stand the sound of his voice. He's as bad as Limbaugh.

This seems perfectly acceptable. I'm certain my wife would think so. This is just further proof that will all be married to robots one hundred years from now. They'll be able to play our entire DRM-free MP3 collection as well as sew our buttons on. (add 25 points)

According to this chart:
my wife = major fail

I would have cut his legs and arm off, only leaving one sweet robotic one. I found this more exciting and better preformed than any of the first (last, what an oxymoron) three films.

Dammit, they got me. I bought a 42" as soon as I heard I was getting a check. Baaaa. (sheep talk for "I'm a sucker consumer, but a happy one")

The cockroach comment didn't really anger me. My El Salvadorian wife probably would have said the same thing. Here's some irony. El Salvadorians make comments about Mexicans all the time. Just like the English make fun of the French and vice versa.

Racism is learned, and most of us speak before thinking. When I was a kid, we would all pile up on some kid in the playground and it was common for it to be called a "nigg*r pile". Most of us had never even seen a black person other than on Sesame Street, so we had no reason to hate black people. It made no sense, it was just learned. Now we call the same act a dog pile, which really is more fitting.

Man, if we only had something to keep these "cockroaches" from getting into our perfect country. Something like a giant wall, like in China, or Berlin. Those seemed to work pretty well.

I'm a white, corn-fed kid from the middle of Iowa. Both my pops and my Grandpa served in World War II and Viet-Nam. I was in the boy scouts, marched in ever 4th of July parade, and raised the flag with my Dad in the front lawn.

My wife's familia comes from El Salvador. Her cousin, who I love dearly, remembers coming over the border in the trunk of a car when she was a child. The rest of her family was snuck in for about $2000 a piece. Some of the men were allowed into the country due to their civil war. They are now all citizens, property owners, and contributing tax payers in this great country. Most have gone to college and in my opinion are better a better class of citizens then most of the trailer-trash meth-heads I come across here in Lincoln, Nebraska.

For the love of everything good, let these people in, let them get jobs, and let them pay taxes legally.

When I was a kid a received a BB gun for my birthday. After a few hours of shooting targets, I turned my sites to black birds. It took a while but eventually I killed one. When I got up close to it's dead body, I was overcome with remorse. I had shot and killed a defenseless animal for absolutely no reason, and it just didn't sit well with me. It was a truly shitty feeling.

When I was an adult, I picked up a hooker in
Vice City. After my car swayed gently to her moaning, I let her get out of the car and I then ran over her, got out of the car and took my money back.

Did I feel bad? No. She was made up of pixels and artificial intelligence, not life, and I guess I could tell the difference.

Completely off subject, but I wish we would hurry up and make some robot hookers. I'm looking at you Japan.

For the last ten years I've been going to the library, checking out 4 CDs at a time, and ripping them to my hard drive. It's free, even if it isn't legal or ethical. That doesn't mean I haven't bought any music in the last ten years, in fact I've bought plenty. I still support the bands and artists I love by buying their music, and ripping it to my hard drive. I have also spent plenty in concerts and merchandise. Have I shared their music once it's been ripped? Yes. Did the artist gain new fans because of this? Yes. Did those new fans go to concerts and buy more works from the artist(s)? Yes.
MSN music is a joke. iTunes is a joke. Someday I hope for a world where I can just go to a band or artist's website and just pay them for the download with no middleman to go through.

"if being green means eliminating portable electronics from your life, why stop there? After all, corpses have very small carbon footprints. Breathing, eating -- even riding a bicycle -- all leave a carbon footprint.

Cory has officially won me over. From this day forward I will always be a fan.