eBones, eReps....Call me an eTard but I am a bit pissed.

I don't have a problem with the switchover to eBones from eReps. New management to ANY business has a right to change whatever it likes about the "Old System."

That being said, where's my Xbox? When I cashed in my eReps, the eStore was still represented as being legit. (Fuck... I sound like a sparkling wiggle.)

I'm pissed because when my awsomely great, Supermanian-level, jizz-spasm-inducing material started to be featured here, the lie of the eStore was still being represented as truth.

I won't lie. eReps weren't the sole reason I spent hours compiling original galleries, making Demotivators, editing videos, etc. I liked seeing my shit on the front page so the New-Feature Fags could gather via the "Refrash Dildozer Chat Engine," and keep my shit relevant.

If my uploads had simply been rehashed, stolen Youtube or Break vids, I wouldn't care so much but I had two features of original cartoon ... Read more ...

There are certain stereotypes that everyone knows are tue. It's not up for debate. I'm usually pretty astute about noticing common behavioral traits about groups of people and predicting what will happen in a given situation.

If you stop your car to let a young black man cross, he will contemptously take his time.

An Asian business owner will either be the friendliest pal with great customer service or the most serious, suspicious motherfucker with whom you will deal that day.

If you slow a bit to let someone merge in front of you and they hesitate, it's a chick.

You get the idea, so I used to play this game on the road. I call it a game, my GF calls it road age. I would observe someone driving stupidly and guess the age, gender and race. I had this uncanny knack for calling it.

In the last coule of years, though, my percentage is slipping. More and more I see white guys, 30-50, driving BELOW the speed limit. WTF? I can't begin to tall you how ma ... Read more ...

Holy Christ. It's almost 6am here in the Pacific Northwest and I need to go to bed but I'm not tired. I had to take my GF to the airport at like 2:45am... Yuckadoodle. I pounded beer at 8 last night and got 3 hours of shut-eye but wasn't tired when I rolled back in at 4:30. Didn't have more beer and beer is my Ambien.

I swigged some Amaretto and hopefully the alcohol content is slightly higher than the nasty sugar content. Why do chicks like sweet booze. Yuckadoodle!

GF's going to North Dakota for a wedding. I opted out. I've BEEN to North Dakota. Yuckadoodle! I prefer it here in the Seattle area. We have pine trees and fresh water. North Dakota water tastes like monkey semen filtered through cow shit. Yuckadoodle!

Had a few random thoughts:

-Ever since social networks hit the scene, the word, "Friend," can now be used as a verb. I will 'friend' you.

-What if there was a transvestite nudist? Would he get off on NOT weari ... Read more ...

miles, I blogged months and months ago about moving my dad into a home. He turns 89 this month. He is so fucking frail. This weekend we reminisced about how we used to go camping every weekend of summer when I was a boy. I remember him swinging an ax, dragging logs, drinking beer, having fun.

Now he hasn't the strength in his fingers to open a bag of chips, he slobbers when he eats, he can barely dress himself.

A couple weeks back he asked if I would give him a shave and I was literally afraid his tissue-paper skin would tear. I was filled with shame and self-loathing that I was repulsed by the feel and texture of his wrinkled face.

My dad lived through the depression and WWII and he now sits in his assisted-living depressing apartment, eating in a dining room filled with broken, weak, tired, and depressed peers.

I made a comment to him about a memorial they had displayed in the lobby of his home for a resident who died last week.

My dad said, "He used to sit at my table ... Read more ...

I get group invitations all the time and never accept them because most groups here suck balls then complain about pubes in the mouth. They start out strong with people posting shit then after a couple weeks no one posts and no one cares and it just used up server space.

On a whim I joined a group that had some cool people in it, regular feature uploaders, funny commenters, and thought I'd try to make it a group that ingested daily internet fiber and shit out posts so monumental that other groups snuck into our house at night just to steal a spent roll of our toilet paper.

I am a member of the defunct group, "Dan and Dirty's Dysfunctional Misfits." In that group we had a lot of warped, fucked up, sick-and-twisted motherfuckers and the picture section ruled. In fact, if you're not a member, join it and check out our shit. Nothing has been added in a year but we had a no-holds-barred policy on what we posted. Anything shy of CP was encouraged and we strove to top eachother.

I tried to do ... Read more ...