Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Tremont Goodie Shop...


* i cant help but notice that facebook demands that i become a fan of the tremont goodie shop, the very week after if goes out of business. and why, you ask, does facebook demand this? because about a million of my friends became fans of the little-business-that-couldnt ten seconds after it closed up shop for good.

as if i needed another reason to hate white people.

its the very same reason i lambasted people for being all crazy about tim russert after he passed away, and the very same reason all of this ted kennedy attention makes me want to throw a human baby through a plate glass window.

why cant you just be a fan of something before it dies? if all of you dolts out there who claim to be such intense supporters of the tremont goodie shop went there once a month to buy cookies, they probably would still be in business today. it reminds me of the asshats from cleveland who bitched and moaned about the browns leaving town even though they refused to buy tickets to see them play. "but morgan you dont understand - the stadium was terrible and we hated our owner!" so what - get over it. you think steeler fans would stop buying tickets to see their team play if heinz field was a piece of shit and the rooney family routinely sacrificed live infant animals on troy palamalus chest before every game? hell no they wouldnt.

they may be backwards, idiot, mullet-wearing, stinky, drunken rednecks - but at least they are loyal.

so no, facebook, i will not become a fan of the tremont goodie shop. forgive me if that makes me less of a pretentious white asshole.

* i dont know if you knew, so if you didnt know, im going to tell you so that you know and the next time i ask you if you knew, you can say "i know, and you know that i knew".

team secret radio is officially on itunes! hurray! fantastic! OMGBARACK!!11!1!

if you wanna get down, here is how you go about it...

open itunes
go to the itune store
search for "team secret radio"
listen to it with your ears
love it with your heart

this is a fairly significant step, as it allows you to listen to the entire podcast without spending an hour and half waiting for it to download. also, if you so choose, you can download it and put it on your ipod or generic mp3 playing device. see how i am always giving you options?

so if you didnt know, now you know. and knowing is half the battle.

* team secret falcon softball had another successful outing last night, splitting a double-header against the worst team in the league. we are now 6-2 overall, and are firmly entrenched in at least second place - possibly even tied for first. i dont know what happened to the 4-0 team after we left.

joy-joy times were had by all, except yours truly who was somewhat stressed out over FOUR people cancelling and not even remotely trying to find themselves replacements - i spent a great majority of the day scraping the bottom of the barrel of facebook friends and old cell phone contacts trying to get people to play. because thats fun.

the best part about calling, texting, and emailing people is that a majority have absolutely no want or need to reply to your inquiry, and they choose to ignore you instead of simply replying with "i cant." and i dont blame you - heaven forbid you go out of your way for anyone other than yourself, and for any other reason aside from something that will directly benefit you immediately in the short term.

and dont give me this shit about not having your phone on you or that you didnt see the message. its not 1996. cell phones dont come in bags anymore. you have them on your person at all times, and even when you are asleep they are a maximum of three feet away from you. add in the fact that i am down over a hundred dollars for this one season alone due to non-payments, and i was one pissed off dude yesterday.

but i am better today. el vaquero for dinner will calm even the most spastic of dudes.

i just pray that they never go out of business.

i wouldnt be able to take all of the senseless facebook fan pages.

7 comments:

  1. ...You are going to El Vaquero?!

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  2. Hey! At least I wasn't present for the loss this time... declaring myself no longer bad luck :)

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  3. "the best part about calling, texting, and emailing people is that a majority have absolutely no want or need to reply to your inquiry, and they choose to ignore you instead of simply replying with "i cant." and i dont blame you - heaven forbid you go out of your way for anyone other than yourself, and for any other reason aside from something that will directly benefit you immediately in the short term."

    I think I appreciate this somewhat.Its like the hard liquor that shows up like magic every week at the tailgate gathering.We all agreed to split up the cost, but I have to chase people down like the IRS to get their share of the cost. Or the people you know that have an attention span of no longer than 15 seconds when being forced to listen to you , however they have all the time in the world to be pissed off at you when your not dedicating 100% of YOUR time to think for them, because, afterall, its much easier to just ask you a question than have to spend the energy to think things out for themselves!
    Maybe none of this relates to what your saying here, but somehow it struck a chord with me.Makes sense, Im just the jerk who expects grown adults to have a thought, JUST ONE THOUGHT, for someone else, EVERY F*$#%ING NOW AND THEN......................

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  4. Facebook fans, goodie shops, friends lists, gadget and shit...how did we ever exist with one another without this crap?

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  5. Get your facts straight, you are wrong on why the browns left cleveland. The Browns did not leave because of ticket sales, they left because the city would not build them a new stadium so Art Modell moved them, the browns sell out today and they suck goats

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  6. Thanks for placing me in the bottom of the dung heap. I feel the love! Just to piss you off, I may accept your next offer to play.

    Your ever-loving father.

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  7. dad, your knees barely allow you to walk. as such, i do not take your threat seriously. kisses.

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