FMC 3.0

So at some point about a week, week and a half ago I heard a song that had a lyric that is getting stuck in my head. My problem is that I don’t know what the song was, or who the artist was. I’ve gone back over every group I’ve listened to in Nighthawk in the last week, and can’t find it. I’m starting to fear I heard it on XM - in which case I may never figure it out. So I figured I’d ask cyberspace.

It’s a band with a male lead, and the line went something like “looking for girls that look like you in amateur porn.” Now, before you go all ewww, you need to know that at the time it was clever and fit into the song. I’m really just curious who would be that blatantly honest in a song.

Anyway, I’ve gone through Fall Out Boy, Muse, Snow Patrol, The Police, A Perfect Circle, The Black Eyed Peas, TaTu (which obviously wasn’t a contender), and everyone else I can think of that I know I listened to. At this point it was something on XM, wazee, or something with Matt in Hburg. At this point I’m starting to wonder if it was during my drowsy drive to work Sunday night, and I imagined the whole thing.

So if you have any leads or ideas, let me know. It’ll put my mind at ease. If you wondering why ‘Net hunting doesn’t work, just try to Google for anything with “amateur porn” in it. Not the links I’m looking for.

So work sucked. A DOS attack yesterday afternoon left things quite in shambles, and dropped a bit of mess into our laps. We muddled through, and survived the night with little to no casualties.

Then, on the way south this morning, I was held up by a State Police vehicle that was doing 10 miles under the speed limit. Nobody would pass him. It was your standard issue cruiser, it was a big Winnebago wanna be that was designed for some special purpose. It was marked E.O.D. Unit - but I could place what it was. Eventually traffic thinned out and I was able to resume my normal speeds south. Once I got back to the ‘Net, I looked it up. The E.O.D. Unit is the Explosive Ordinance Disposal Unit. That’s right, I was held up by the Bomb Squad. I at least hope they were going somewhere to do interesting things.

It also got nice and chilly this morning - nearly down to 40 degrees when I left the office. ‘Bout damn time it got cold. I’m not a big fan of the heat. One say soon I’ll throw open all the windows, let the cold air in, and say “Bring it On, Jack Frost!”

Oh, and I finally caught Lost. I like how they told the same story they did last week, and ended it in exactly the right place, and we didn’t learn much. Hooray for blue balls! Oh well, all is not lost (no pun intended) since Michelle Rodriguez shows up next week. Good timing too, the island was starting to look like a sausage factory. I would recap, but those who watch it saw it, and those who don’t couldn’t give a crap. If you do want some Lost brain candy, go here.

And I slept through Smallville. Hopefully that’ll make itself available shortly, and I can catch up.

I’m gonna pull a post Heather style and just give a rundown:

The Bond Question will end next week - According to the IMDB, Sony and Eon meet next week to decide who the next Bond will be. If there will be a new Bond, since Sony says they want Brosnan.

Nifty Images - The BBC has compiled a list of the 10 coolest science photos of the past year. They’re definitely cool, so so check them out.

Kiera Knightley strips down - In a move that would certainly bolster attendance from crazy people and pervs (you know, fun folk), it’s been let slip that Kiera gets topless in her new flick Domino. I’d already planned to see this movie, just because it looks pretty cool. The extra… um… plot points can’t hurt either. Oddly enough, I’m not sure why this is news. She did it in the Jacket, and she’s definitely not shy about nudity.

Fraggle Rock: The Movie - Rumors on the net are that there is a Fraggle Rock feature film in development. Frickin’ Sweet. I haven’t been able to replace my busted mechanical Dozer in years.

Try not to jump for joy - House Majority Leader Tom Delay, aka the Other Asshole from Texas, has been indicted on charges of conspiring to violate campaign finance laws. One can only hope that he goes down in flames, then has to go down in prison.

Proof that women are smarter than men - A sociology professor has been getting grants over the last 5 years to fund her research into strip clubs, all in the name of science. She’s apparently writing a book debunking lots of myths about strippers. Pure Genius. Get paid to go to strip clubs. Of course, if a male sociology professor had tried this, women would think he’s a chauvinist pig. Ah, double standards.

Is that a statue’s hand, or are you happy to see me - Residents of Halifax, Nova Scotia, have convinced the local power company that the statue they have out front needs a revamp:

Apparently the left arm from the correct angle looks like a Ron Jeremy impersonation. They plan on adding a rod to the hand to ruin the illusion of showing a man’s rod. Ah, Canada.

And I don’t mean having to field John Kerry, who couldn’t knock a moron out of office. Word from the Washington Post is that VA Dems are looking to get Ben Affleck (Yup, that one. Daredevil and the latest Jack Ryan) to run for Senate in Virginia.

Now, hold on, I gotta get this right.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

I mean, come on. Leave the Actors turned Politicians in California. We don’t need that stupid shit on my coast. I like it far away where it doesn’t rub off on us. Just because he’s famous doesn’t make him qualified to run the country. Didn’t we learn that with Reagan? Hopefully Californians will flood VA saying “We know from experience, you don’t want to do this. Just look what Ah-nold has done to us!”

I might move to VA just to vote against him if he runs. But then I’d have to put up with Virginians. Ick.

Next thing DE will want Ryan Phillipe to run for something. Probably something small, since he’s not a big star. Let’s start it now: Ryan Phillipe for Registrar of Wills. Whatever the hell that job is.

So the Element has finally gotten its first real cargo carrying test. Yesterday I pulled the rear seats out of it, and set out to Liz and James’ to pick up their free to a good home Foosball table. Without the rear seats, the Element was quite cavernous. The foosball table also fit quite well, after some twisting and turning to get it in there.

My only problem with carting it around is the sound of the poles sliding back and forth as I corner. Luckily I don’t have many turns on my commute, but every now and then there’s a clang as little plastic men learn the true meaning of Lateral Gee Forces. As it happens, I can’t help but think someones just pulled a great move, and a little ball has gone soaring into the goal. Then that Spanish guy pops into my head with “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!”. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you don’t watch enough ESPN.)

I shoulda taken pics of the empty car. Maybe after the drop off.