Me too. Whenever I’m in a restaurant in Europe, and tell the waiter all I want to drink is some water, perhaps with ice, I have to explain in detail exactly what I mean. It’s like nobody ever heard of drinking water.
Mentioned it here already in a similar thread - Starship’s We Built This City. Yeah, I know, it’s a shame Jefferson Airplane ended up like that, but if you ignore that I think it’s a fun tongue-in-cheek rant about the commercialization of popular music with a catchy-as-hell chorus. And I love the synths.
Taco Bell gets a big thumbs up from me. Although I don’t like it as much now as I did from about 1975 to 1993. That was Taco Bell’s heyday.
So, eating Taco Bell while watching Jar-Jar Binks sing Abba tunes? I would do that.
That reminds me, I love William W. Johnstone western novels. Smoke Jensen, Preacher, that stuff is just crap and I can’t not buy the books at the grocery store.
Totino’s Pizze. If I had to choose between any frozen pizza and these, I’d go for these. In a pinch, these are it. The “better” frozen pizzas are inferior IMO to these bottom-shelf winners. [/chris kimball]
Cheap-ass ramen noodles. I could live on these, just straight-up, with the regular little packets of salt. It’s not just college dorm-food anymore, people! Not kidding – I love those things. Close to a perfect food.
Girl-on-girl porn – and masturbating (like a motherfuck). Just kidding – I hate both those things, and so does everyone else I ever heard of.
+1 to Taco Bell and Arby’s and KFC – if had to have a big ole meal at a FF joint, I’d pick these. Maybe not KFC, but I’ve eaten there in the past and thought it was OK enough chicken. I’d eat there again if hungry enough for chicken again, though. Arby’s has IIRC those curly fries – some of those and one of those sandwiches
and it’s like blowing a corkscrew-dicked pig and eating a cunt sandwich at the same time. Very PC, should be more popular.
Taco Bell rules as well – if there were one across the street from me, I’d be eating that bitch out from behind every day. Not kidding, actually, although I may have convinced myself to not seek one out anytime soon.
Subway too, but I guess they are pretty popular – as long as some Scot behind the counter doesn’t jew you out of enough onions and spinach and green peppers, who couldn’t tolerate a big ass sandwich with cured meats? And if you don’t like it, it’s the right shape to shove up your ass, you snob!
Opera – the kind with the women wearing the horn-helmets on their heads and the fat chicks and all that. Love that shit. Wagner’s pretty fucking popular, but that’s the popular perception (thanks to Chuck “Culture-Enemy-#1” Jones and those Horwitz boys) – that it’s the home of wankers like Frasier Crane in the audience and fat chicks with their tits hanging out and horns on their head shrieking like banshees. Be in my bunk. Not kidding. But I’ll be thinking of the Pilgrim’s Chorus, probably.
Franzia boxed wine. Love this shit. Cheap enough, and good enough. I’ll drink no wine before it’s time…to get crunk. Not kidding – I’d buy this before most any other option anytime, anywhere. It’s fine, who cares what it tastes like? And, yes, I am your grandmother.
And last, fucking your wife through a hole in the sheet, which sheet covers her head and entire body except the wet bit down there (let’s hope there’s only one, or else there might be a problem). Hypothetically, my marriage could have lasted if we’d tried “my” idea (auch dich Rebbe, sholem aleichem). And if she never left the sheet while in my presence. Wait, that is a kind of popular idea world-wide, I guess. Screw it, I still want it.
Edgy stuff man…
Pizza Rolls
Is this an Allen Ginsberg poem?
That’s another – wait, the opposite. Never mind. Everyone knows Ginsberg sucked except as a photographer and so do I. Wait, not suck, but know.
ETA I was actually serious – I wrote it in the early afternoon while still sober, so suck on that. Wasn’t trying to make some bigass poem, just tell my thoughts. And since I don’t drink today, still suck on that honky.
Or is that ‘wait suck on that honky.’ I don’t have my Fowler or Garner or Burchfield with me.
See, I was raised in a very Catholic family, and every year we got a fruitcake from the Trappist monks of Gethsemani Farms. Damn, that fruitcake was scrumptious. Moist, tender, bursting with a dozen flavors all distinct but all happening at once, and real Kentucky bourbon to boot. What’s not to love?
One time—one time—I tried somebody’s homemade fruitcake. A dry, tasteless, completely inedible brick. Oh, so that’s why everybody else hates fruitcake! There’s just no comparison.
Agreed. Totino’s is da bomb.
In fairness, according to physics, there’s also no way for a fleet of spaceships to get from one end of the galaxy to the other in days, either. If the humans can cruise around the galaxy powered by their Magic Space Engine, there’s no particular reason the bugs can’t propel a rock the same distance using Magic Bug Poop.
What? No! Kirk and Spock cared for each other, clearly, but it was only a feeling.
Clasps hands. A simple…feeling.
(no, just joking, they were obvious lovers.)
McCoy was obviously Spock’s mistress (his mister?) on the side at some point, which Kirk appears unaware of (or so confident in his Kirkiness that he just doesn’t care, this latter seems more likely given his character). Hence all the badgering he gives Spock and Spock’s constant dismissals.
There’s a few here, but I like fanfic, too, though I am way more discerning than Small Hen 
(though I wouldn’t mind the Tenth Doctor/Donna story!) And I read a long article on Yoko Ono once that made me look more deeply into her story, and it seems like she’s been notoriously and unfairly accused of many, many things, many of which were not her fault. People were looking for someone to blame and they found an easy target. She will be forever hated and it’s pretty damn unfair, actually.
I also love B and C class science fiction, even if it gets really really weird. I am talking things like Re-Animator and Altered States. Awful dreck but so entertaining!
Watching volleyball. I love playing it, but could never imagine watching it and understanding every rule, strategy and nuance of the game. I really didnt have much choice in the matter though, as I have 3 daughters that are passionate about the sport. I cant believe that I am so psyched about the highschool season starting, so I can watch my youngest play in her sophmore year. My middle daughter plays D2 and am thrilled that her team is in town tonight. My eldest was a 1st team all-american D1 player and is training with the National team in Anaheim. She just signed a contract to play pro in Japan. If she doesnt make the roster for the London games, she will most likely play in Rio in 2016.
Thanks for starting a thread I could use to brag about my girls.
Pootie Tang (the movie) gets a lot of hate. I say, Sa Da Tay.