There's a difference between a philosophy and a bumper sticker.
--Charles M. Schulz (1922 - 2000)

Hear that, people with your idiotic "Give Peace a Chance" bumper stickers? Snoopy don't lie.


The Daily News has on it's secondary headline, "Arnold: Join me or Fight!" The Governator Schwarzenegger(Wow...I nailed that spelling on the first try!) is battling the California legislature over the budget right now. Personally, I think it would have been much cooler if it was "Join me or DIIIIIE!!!" Then he could have busted out a rail gun and just annihilated the entire governing body, just like that Simpsons' episode with Mel Gibson's remake of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. I wouldn't be too broken up about it, I can tell you that.

Why the hell are Chinese restaurants so against giving people any actual service? I went to lunch today with Newjen and his girl Kimpossible because they were downtown today and we went to this place the Mayflower that she recommended. Actually, she wanted to go to some Dim Sum place, but was sure it was ABC when in fact it turned out to be CBS...or NBC or Fox...whatever the hell the real place was wasn't important because we didn't end up there. But I digress. We sit down in this Mayflower place and wait...and wait some more...I talk to one of the ladies cleaning up asking for a server, she nods and wanders off. Then we wait some more. I wave down a different lady to order, she pretends I'm not there and keeps moving...I missed tripping her by only a couple of inches. They're pretty fast, those chinese servers. Finally, a lady comes out taking orders and what does she do? She starts helping everybody BUT us. Two other groups that came in way after us get helped first, I'm trying to get her attention...finally, the lady in the group that she skipped over us for tells the server that we were there first. She finally looks at us. She has 2 options now, she can come over, apologize and take our order, or ignore us and move on to another party that just walked in. Guess which one she did? That was the last straw for me, I grabbed my jacket, stood up and said,"Fuck this terrible service!" and basically stormed out.

We ended up settling on a different Chinese restaurant that had much better service even though it consisted of one dude running around. For a while, we were wondering if he was cooking back there too. Either way, it was cheap, good food with 10x better service. The only drawback was this terrible Chinese song they kept playing over and over...for a while I thought it was just one really long song until Newjen pointed out it was on repeat on their kareoke machine. I would have jumped up and sang along as I'm pretty sure I had the lyrics down by then, but I figure I better stick to rappin'...yo.