HBO Is Busted

Heeey internet, it's your old pal, Cody, coming around again to spread mirth and merriment. I call it mirthiment/merrirth. Better yet, Mirtherrimentirth! My head will explode if I try doing any more of that stuff.

Let's see what I have to talk about at this juncture. Well, I have been getting freaky with the website today, trying to get stuff going. There's nothing quite as fulfilling as working on something that will only be seen by your family members and those who stumble upon it, looking for porn. If you're in the latter group, I refer you to this guy, the porn king of San Antonio. The thing is, he won't just give you the porn. You need to email him, call him, and if you can, visit him in order to get it. Just be persistent, that's all I'm saying.

While I'm on the topic of San Antonio, there is a completely insane sign there, sitting in front of University of the Incarnate Word. I don't remember it exactly, but it's something like, "Bless Our" Troops Overseas! Is it being sarcastic with those quotes, or were they quoting someone who only managed to get "Bless Our" out of his mouth before he died, so they just finished the rest for him? Who knows, but it leaves a man with a lot of questions. I will try to get the porn king to take a picture of that for me.

And finally, I'd like to thank Time Warner cable for swindling me real good by getting me to pay for HBO and Showtime. I look forward to an endless loop of Bio Dome and Highlander III. I'm fairly certain that good movies are released on this planet, as I hear about them all of the time. However, when it comes to the movie channels, I am guessing quality doesn't figure into the programming. Instead, I imagine them needing to buy like 10,000 staplers for their office, and when they're on the phone with the stapler seller, the seller says, "Okay, so I'll sell you the staplers for $0.75 each, and I'll throw in the rights to broadcast Karate Kid III." The HBO guy replies, "You've got yourself a deal!" I bet all of their movies work that way, and I can only hypothesize that the Sopranos came from a sweet deal they made with the company that sells urinal cakes.