Dude, what the hell happened to MySpace? For like the last two weeks it has either filling computers with bugs or simply not working. My man Tom better get his act together, or things could turn ugly. I mean, usually, I wouldn’t really care. But keep in mind, MySpace is my only weapon in the war for Texas girl’s heart. I need you right freaking now, MySpace. Get it together!
Alright, I’ve got some good stuff to post after I get back and have a free freaking minute.
Philadelphia Magazine has always been one of my favorite magazines. There were rumors that I behaved like a petulant child when I was snubbed last year, but those rumors simply aren’t true. I want to thank Philadelphia Magazine for putting me in their best of edition, so that I can email the waitress I fell head over heels for in Texas (second from right) that I’m a winner-and I finally have proof.
Related: Best angry letters to the editor after last years snub.
Yeah, got the following e-mail from my mom this morning: Your experience with the girls joining your table the other night was humorous. I thought it was beneath your dignity to actually call them whores. That word is degrading, rude, and mean-spirited. That’s not the johnny we all know and love.
My mom’s right. The talk on johnnygoodtimes.com shouldn’t be mean-spirited unless it’s coming from Bobby Badtimes. Therefore, I re-edited the post to sound a little less rough. I apologize if that post offended anyone other than the women who ran out on the check.
Related: Join My Mom on Myspace!
What Academy Award nominated actor has a hitman father who claims to have been part of the John F. Kennedy assassination?
Just got out of the 6th Floor Museum at the Texas Schoolbook Depository, which I then followed with a conspiracy tour that I paid a guy named Sherman way too much for. But I got a great interview out of it, which I’ll have up on the traffic.com blog manana. In the meantime, I know that a lot of you, like me, weren’t alive when JFK was assassinated. For those of you who were, I’d be interested to know where you were, how you heard, and what you remember. Please feel free to leave your remembrances in the comments section below.
..all seems like a Texas sized load of crap so far. People here are just plain weird. Details forthcoming.
I’m feeling much better now.
Three straight days of computer problems! F***! G** D*****! Just spent an hour and half writing something that is now floating in cyberspace and I will now begin rewriting. F***! B****! D***** to h***! I can’t get f****** hotmail, I can’t get the f****** publishing program to work, and hotels.com totally f****** screwed up our reservation last night. Son of a b****! Sorry, just needed to get that off my chest. Thanks for listening.
The Sensei turns 66 today. Here’s a website dedicated to the evolution of his hair.
A week after his camera melted down, Jam Master Sean was able to get me some photos of this weeks winners. Above is Barb from This Week We’re Blogging for Dive Bars.com (who I have a sneaking suspicion used some players from the Jams to win.) They won at the ‘Vous. Below we have Duane’s World, which won again at the Black Sheep. Both teams won last week as well. By the way, scores seem kind of low since I left. Have the questions been too hard?
