I want MOREanis!

Well, no one commented on my orange shirt today, so I didn't get a chance to use any of my witty retorts. I thought about engineering some conflict just so I could bust those bad boys out, but no one was biting, which was good for them. I have a tongue like a rusty ninja sword: not only will it cut you in a most painful fashion, but there will be an infection to deal with later. The worst part is that you never see it coming.

Yesterday was Canada Day. Does it strike anyone else here as odd that Canada has their national holiday just 3 days before Independence Day here in the USA? Once again, it's Canada trying to steal our thunder. Those dirty frostbacks are desperate for attention and this time, I'm not giving it to them. Not until they put out a sequel to Strange Brew, at least.

How is it possible that Rick Moranis was in two of the best movies ever in Strange Brew and Ghostbusters, and now he is apparently the night manager at Popeye's Chicken in Missoula, Montana? Maybe he just joined a cult like everyone else in California and swore off the movie business. He's Vinz Clortho, the key master, for crying out loud! I am thinking about printing up t-shirts that say "I want MOREanis!" It'd probably need a picture of his face on there because the phrase doesn't really click on its own. And God help us all if somehow the print shop gets mixed up and prints "I want MOREanus!" next to a picture of Rick Moranis. I would just wash my hands of the whole matter then.

At lunch today, I noticed one of the guys at work has the exact same phone I do. His phone however doesn't seem to call his dad's phone number randomly once a week. I have no idea why my phone does that since I use the keylock and all that crap, but it happens a lot. That and the fact that I can't use my phone in my apartment make me think I should just trade it in for a big flock of carrier pigeons. I wonder if that would impress a girl. Sure, girls like it when you call, but what about a live animal carrying you a message and maybe pooping on all your stuff? That's pretty good, especially if you can dress the pigeon up in some adorable way. For instance, if the girl likes the Ramones, you could put the pigeon in all leather with a black wig. Hmm, it's worth considering.

Posted by Cody at July 2, 2003 8:14 PM