To celebrate Labor Day, which marks the first time in months that I’ve allowed my skin to see more time in the sunlight than the small stretch from my car to the front door, there have been some major updates to SOTD. Here are a few pick-me-ups to brighten the long weekend:
We’ll start off with Jessica Simpson, (who seemed quite retarded at the VMAs, which I am ashamed to have watched) Eva Mendez, Scarlett Johansson, and Christina Aguilera.
More to come. And just to make things more interesting, why don’t we use this time to formally request some slices in the comments. I’ll forward your requests on and see what can be done.
HELLO MY GOOD FRIEND
by Sharkey on September 2, 2006 @ 12:04 pm
If you hate Nigerian scammers, you’ll like this short video:
I especially liked the bit where the reporter started yelling “DON’T FIRE!”
Mmmm… Evil
by Sharkey on September 1, 2006 @ 3:48 pm
Kudos to Circuit City. If that isn’t sticking it to your customers with something rusty and sharp, I don’t know what is.
You’ve gotta appreciate evil deeds such as these, they must have a collective set of corporate balls the respective sizes of Harry Knowles and Hugo from “Lost.” One is always bigger than the other, you know.
What’s With The Earrings?
by Sharkey on August 31, 2006 @ 5:34 pm
This one goes out to my cousin, who could probably use a pick-me-up.
And just to make it up to the rest of you, here’s some footage of Transformers. May God have mercy on us all.
Art Never Comes From Happiness
by Sharkey on @ 10:27 am
This was a great Palahniuk book, possibly my favorite. If you haven’t had the pleasure, I highly reccommend picking it up. The guy picks up chicks at Sexaholics Anonymous for cryin’ out loud, the book is worth it for the dating advice alone.
Before Bongweasel Shows It To Me…
by Sharkey on @ 1:06 am
Here’s the Team Fortress 2 Trailer, which looks fan-freaking-tastic.
As if I needed another reason to buy a 360.
Oooh, and shortly thereafter, the Half Life 2: Episode 2 trailer hits the net, with a couple minutes of high-def footage. Enjoy.
Mmmm… Appropriate
by Sharkey on @ 12:47 am
Oh sweet nectar, it looks like they’re going to bring SimCity to the Nintendo DS, and Famitsu magazine just published photos to whet your whistle. I don’t see why these kinds of titles weren’t in development right from the very start, the DS screams for mouse-driven titles. Blizzard had better be working on a port of Warcraft or Starcraft, or both. Better that they do both, as my anger is quite terrible.
Did anyone out there play Age of Empires for the DS? I heard it was meh, but I’m aching to get back into an RTS of some sort.
I started playing Starfox DS today, and thus far I’m underwhelmed. I can accept the wildly unnecessary stylus control system, but thus far every single level has been a tiny square map with an endless array of repetitive enemies. I thought that killing the “mothership” with the spin attack was cute the first time, but after the fifth, it was pretty old. Especially considering that they’ve changed the spin attack into some stylus controlled boost-like nonsense. I dunno, I really want to like it, but the controls and lackluster levels aren’t making me happy.
The shining light at the end of the DS tunnel are the amazing fall/winter titles on the horizon, including Final Fantasy III, which has sold out in Japan within it’s first week. Here’s hoping that there are a crapload of DS-happy Japs across the Pacific right now.
Once My Pants Are On, I Make Gold Records
by Sharkey on August 29, 2006 @ 8:37 pm
I can’t deprive you of Walkenclips.com, it’s too much bitchin’ wrapped up in a tight little package. You must be exposed to it. And exposed you shall be.
Hallelujah
by Sharkey on @ 8:31 pm
Armor Of God PJs. …. dot com.
My little sister sent this, after expressing her disdain in knowing that they did not have a set in my size, considering my impending birthday. God bless her.
Sweet, Sweet Schadenfreude
by Sharkey on @ 2:19 pm
I don’t know why this video of Tara Reid getting denied entry to some LA club (while fellow skank-of-the-moment Paris Hilton breezes on through) is so damned satisfying, but… it is.
What can I say? I enjoy imagining those frankennipples destiffening as her celebrity status wanes before her very eyes. I’m not a nice man baby, I’m exactly what your mother warned you about.