Pack up the kids honey, we're goin' to Iran.
Written by Captain Spork on 2:52 PMWe're at war people!
Written by Captain Spork on 11:30 AMThe Great Barack Debate
Written by Captain Spork on 5:45 PMIowa, get over yourself.
Written by Captain Spork on 11:08 PMBonds,... Bail Bonds.
Written by Captain Spork on 4:10 PMThe WGA strike and how it affects my tv viewing habits.
Written by Captain Spork on 5:59 PM

Tom Brady: Mediocre or just highly overrated?
Written by Captain Spork on 3:55 PM
Oh, but before I get my head to far up Mr. Brady's ass I'd like to mention that this guy is no Joe Montana. Hell, Tom Brady isn't even close to being Dan Fouts... or even Phil Simms (ohhhh, that last one smarts). It's not all his fault or even his team's... the NFL isn't the league it used to be. It's a watered-down product that is successfully marketed to a television audience that more readily accepts sanitized, sub par things... like watered-down light beers and "nacho flavored" products. And there's an insane amount of gambling involved too. Make no mistake, the Patriots and Tom Brady (today's NFL juggernaut) couldn't match up against any other "dynasty" of previous eras.

"But they've won 3 out the last 4 superbowls," says slightly inebriated Pats fan. To that I say, look who they were playing. The St. Louis Rams were a glorified arena football team. I'm sorry if you play 80 percent of your football indoors, turf that's what you are. The Carolina Panthers, a team that apparently isn't smart enough to use the steroids that don't show up on the drug tests. And then there's the Eagles. Despite Rush Limbaugh's racist presumptions about Donavan F. McNabb, the guy would find a way to lose a Donovan McNabb look-a-like contest.
And at the behest of the "Raider Nation," the entire New England Patriot "dynasty," was built on a lie. The infamous Brady "tuck," was and still is the most, bullshit, unbelievably horrendous officiating fiasco in the history of sports. Tom Brady got sacked by Charles Woodson and he dropped the ball. That's what normal human beings do when it's 100 fucking degrees below zero and another human being hurls their body into them. They drop whatever they are holding onto and say "fuck that hurts!" Here's what Tom Brady wasn't thinking, "I can't see any of my players in this blizzard, oh shit this guy is hitting me.... I should move my arm in small semi-circle in order to convey to the referee that I intend to pass the ball to the invisible receivers that I can't see because I have snow in my eye." The Patriots shouldn't have even made it to the Superbowl, let alone win it. "The Tuck" won't be synonymous with "The Catch," or Derek Jeter's "flip," Jordan's jumper over Elho or even Doug Flutie's "Hail Mary" at Boston College. No, because all of those "great plays" actually involve athlete's achieving greatness rather than having some NFL official in a video booth hand it over to them.
"Aww, ya pisser! Ya just wicked jealous and shit," says somewhat drunk Pats fan. "How can you deny their greatness afta those three rings?" And I say to that drunk chowdahhead, "Simple my good sir, your team has being cheating." How, in a league that is designed to break-up good teams through salary structure, does one team stay consistently so stellar? Well the jig is up my friends, the Pats have been stealing signs ever since that "tuck" call went their way.
http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3014677
It all makes sense now. How does one team out-perform all other teams consistently, in a league designed to promote parity? Apparently, when you have video tape of the other teams play signals it helps. Of course the NFL wants this ugly business to be swept under the rug because the Patriots are their model franchise. The Pats have a white, good looking, gutty quarterback that leads a franchise with principles like "teamwork" and "unselfishness." And while the Patriots have been crushing Peyton Manning's spirit for the past 7 years, the other 30 teams all get to float in "mediocre land," each having the same opportunity to attain the rank of "really bad flag football team" or "above average college program."
The New England Patriots are perfect model for today's NFL. They have no personality, they don't pay their players and they're coach is a cheating asshole that doesn't have to explain himself to anyone. Hmmmm, kind of sounds like another authority figure I've heard of...
No, no... I'm not saying that there are any parallels between Bill Belichick and our commander in chief. That's ridiculous. I would be remiss though if I didn't point out the fact that the "Patriots" went from a 5-11 team headed nowhere in 2000 to becoming one of the most improbable Superbowl champions in 2001 coinciding perfectly with the 9/11-themed Superbowl festivities. Yes, I went there. Is the idea really that implausible? The Superbowl is one of the most watched tv events in the world. And after such a tragic event what better team to win our most important sporting event than... the Patriots. It's a terrifyingly jingoistic notion, but it's a fairly simple public relations coup compared to what has taken place in the "real world" since 2001.
So to sum up: Tom Brady, Bill Belichick and the New England Patriots are not an NFL legacy but rather a public relations tool created by our government. Think it's far fetched, what was one of the first major legislative items put into effect the same year the Patriots started their "dynasty?" That's right... the USA PATRIOT Act. Chilling isn't it?
Oh yeah and chowdaheads. If your team keep throwing bombs in the fourth quarter when you're up by three touchdowns and have 50 points, some second-string linebacker from a 0-12 teams is gonna cheap shot Tom Brady so hard he'll never be able to be anyone's "baby daddy" again.
Thank You Mr. Ellsbury for my "free taco."
Written by Captain Spork on 3:06 PM

Democracy is as democracy does.
Written by Captain Spork on 2:09 PMPresident Bush learns that "fire is bad."
Written by Captain Spork on 12:05 PMEmbracing 30.
Written by Captain Spork on 9:27 AMAfter stretching my 30th birthday celebration into an entire week long extravaganza... I am tired. Probably, because I'm old. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. It was like being treated to good movie. It was full of drama, laughter, surprises, a couple of explosions and I didn't have pay for anything at the concession stand (Kudos to mom and dad ).
But, like I mentioned previously, I'm old. This is not all bad news though. Becoming decrepit and smelly has some distinct advantages. Now that I'm 30, I feel that I can "demand respect" in certain venues... like a retail electronics outlets that will not be mentioned by named (it rhymes with "Best Buy"). Or pretty much any establishment that employs what I will henceforth refer to as "whipper-snappers," more commonly known as "shitheads."
I've belabored this point in the past but when I walk into a place of business I don't want to be treated like one of the " boyz." In fact, with my newly minted 30-ness, I'm going to demand at least a "sir," though a "Welcome to (insert corporation here)," will suffice too. But if I'm welcomed by another polo-wearing, pimply floor-jockey with, "What's up?" or "Hey, man," I will respond in kind. I've been waiting for the appropriate age when I can use the following phrases:
1.) "Listen you little, shit. How about showing some class and pull up your goddamn pants while you're working." You have to move in pretty close and keep your voice to a low grumble when attempting this one. Otherwise other employees may step in and "Big Reggie" may be called upon from the stock room to forcibly remove your person from said establishment.
2.) Any request followed by the phrase, "Can you handle that, son?" I've learned that most males have "daddy issues," and thus the usage of "son" in a setting where there is no relation is extremely demeaning. Less personal, but equally effective jabs are the usage of names like, "Chief," "Big Guy," and "Ace."
3.) My personal crotchety-old man comeback will be as follows, "I'm sorry. Did I hear you correctly? I could've swore that you just spouted some variation of 'Wuzzup?' First off, I find it refreshing that your vocabulary consists of a played out phrase from a beer commercial that aired when you must've been about nine. Good knowledge. Secondly, are you actually interested in how my day is going? News flash punk: I don't care how your day is going, so save the small talk. When I need something from you, like a receipt, I'll let you know. Until that moment comes, please feel free to ogle the hot cashier on register five since I'm sure you'll be using that material during your lunch break."
Getting older is going to be nice.
"Children Do Learn."
Written by Captain Spork on 11:14 PMTransformers: More than one DVD.
Written by Captain Spork on 6:27 PMFree Driving Tip #1
Written by Captain Spork on 6:10 PMChris Matthews' sad, sad life...
Written by Captain Spork on 5:12 PMIn light of the above video, I think Jon Stewart was indeed correct... Chris Matthews has no soul left. For those who didn't get a chance to view this wonderful slice of comeuppance, please enjoy Jon Stewart verbally bitch-slapping Chris Matthews' "life is a campaign" philosophy.
http://www.alternet.org/blogs/video/64309/
For those who don't know who Matthews is he's the Washington D.C. talk-show host of MSNBC's Hardball that has completely lost all perspective on life outside of politics. According to Matthews every aspect of life is a campaign. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Matthews I've been a fan of Matthews for a long time and I enjoyed his style of interviewing when he had some sense of balance and appropriate behavior. Unfortunately, Chris lost himself somewhere between 9/11 and the swiftboat guys for truth. Matthews believes that everyone is effectively some kind of lobbyist or politician with some kind and that everything has a "spin" to it. Worse yet, he's become friends with all of the people that he interviews and thus his show has become Slow-pitch Beer League Ball.
I wonder what dinner is like at the Matthews' table.
Mrs. Matthews: Chris, Julie made the cheerleading squad today. Isn't that Great?
Matthews (peering at his daughter with an uncertain smile): I don't know honey, I mean Julie has a great attitude but can she really translate well to the whole school on gameday.
Mrs. Matthews: Chris! I will not have you talk about our daughter that way, stop being an asshole!
Matthews: No, no. Honestly, I'm obligated to love Julie but when I look at her history I don't see the kind of candidate that can captain a cheer squad.
Julie: Wow dad, thanks for all the support.
Mrs. Matthews: That's it! You're sleeping on the couch!
Matthews (with entire family leaving the room): Hey, let's be real for second. Julie's a cute girl but she's at a genetic disadvantage with me as father. I just think pep squad is a more realistic goal...
President Al Gore
Written by Captain Spork on 8:48 AMOh, wait.... we already had the chance to elect Gore. Remember those "hanging chads" from about seven years ago? Yup, that was basically the same dude running for president (minus a Nobel). Al Gore looks pretty fucking sweet compared to George "Children do learn," Bush. But he's not running because he's getting to much shit done on his own, apparently. He already put himself through the presidential gauntlet and had his dreams crushed (technically he did win, but we won't get started on the electoral college).
Ahhhh yes.... 2000. I remember quite a few of my college friends declaring that there was no difference between Gore and Bush. They were both corporate lackeys and picking between them was essentially an unprincipled choice of "the lesser of two evils." Big thanks to Radiohead, hydroponic weed and Ralph Nader for that kind of symbolic rhetoric. That's right I don't blame butterfly ballots or disenfranchised voters in Florida for giving us Dubya. I blame the lack of foresight by a group of snooty bastards that voted for Nader or some other irrelevant candidate. Way to go asshats! I sure hope you feel really good about your "principles" now.
Oh by the way, how's the environment fared over the last 7 years? Not to worry though because it seems that Al Gore is an actual "man of principal," since he's spent the last few years trying to actually save change environmental policy around the world. That's right you hemp supporting jerk-offs. Al Gore actually has the political clout and intellectual balls to work with "both sides" to get things done. Instead screaming hackneyed slogans in the general direction of people meeting at the WTO and then getting yourself arrested for some "street cred," Gore can actually have a "meeting" with the "corporate cronies" and get them to budge on their greenhouse gas emissions.
Alas, the "Al Gore for Prez" ship has long since sailed away. I just hope against hop that reincarnation of the Nader vote nutjobs (I'm looking at you moveon.org) have the foresight and the realism to get the hell out of the way in November of 2008. Make no mistake it's already started. Hillary is "too conservative." She voted "for the war," and she's part of the D.C. "establishment." Guess what jaggoffs? She's the candidate. I'm sorry if you can't tell the difference between Hillary Clinton and Rudy Giuliani then you have no business voting at all. Therein lies the rub. Moveon.org and the Dennis Kucinich-tribe of the democratic party think that their fight is keeping Hillary off the ticket. They couldn 't be more wrong if they were trying to solicit sex in a Burger King bathroom. The fight isn't between Obama and Hillary, it's between Hillary and fucking Fred Thompson people! You wanna see a country regress about 30 years? Then keep painting Hillary Clinton as a Washington fat-cat with too much political expediency.
2008 is a reality check folks. We have the opportunity to vote for a candidate that makes sense or a couple of candidates that will make us feel less guilty about all of the shit that has happened over the last 7 years. I'll delve into who's who later.
Pancakes vs. Hotcakes: The Great Debate.
Written by Captain Spork on 11:14 AMNow you may wonder, "Isn't hotcakes just another name for pancakes?" While the "hotcake lobby" would have you believe such a simple story, there is more to it than just a difference in regional dialects. Pancakes are wonderfully substantive, mouth-watering flatbread delights. They can withstand an onslaught of butter, jams, jellies and assorted syrups and still maintain their delicious fluffiness. Hotcakes, on the other hand, are limp and lifeless pieces of rubbery flour/water compost. When put under the slightest amount of condiments or pressure from a utensil, the hotcake loses its form entirely.
My cousin Heather will back me up on the science. Pancakes are meal while the alleged "hotcake," can at best serve as an appetizer to pancakes. I can't address "flapjacks" because I have never actually eaten one and can only assume that they are some kind of bastardized version of a pancake.
Pancakes vs. hotcakes: Winner... pancakes in a syrupy landslide of buttery goodness! Goddamn I'm hungry.
The Smelly Cheese re-launchification!!!
Written by Captain Spork on 10:30 AMHaving been inspired by "Dunder Mifflin-Infinity" and all its success, I've decided to give the interweb another shot. I've tried myspace and facebook... hell, I've even been kicked off a few tv show message boards. My breed of stupidity needs its own home, a place where it can breathe and blossom into a greater kind of stupidity! Thus, "The Smelly Cheese" is reborn (now with new hypoallergenic strawberry-scent Febreeze!). So come here to find out what's wrong with the world and all the silly little people trying to hang on to it... plus there will be wry observations about the difference between "pancakes," and "hotcakes," and oh so much more!
Plus you get the benefit of looking at the wonderfully placed advertisements by Google. "Why are you selling out and putting ads on your blog?" you may ask. And to that I respond with "I sold out a long time ago and you just never realized it but hopefully if you can tolerate the ads I'll be able to make up more craptastic features like podcasts, vidcasts and live chats!!! I'll probably end up doing it anyway so what's the harm in looking at a few promos for NBC's Bionic Woman (great show: hot chicks doing karate = television gold).
So come with me to a land of magic and unicorns and midgets that crap out pringles... a place I like to call "Pepperidge Farms: Crystal Meth Snickerdoodles Disivion." Or as the kids call it, the CMSD.