Rapture Apparently Postponed — Assholes Still Having Garage Sales Next Door

Posted by mrblissful on May 21, 2011

I don’t ask for much. But why, oh why, does everyone have to be such a cocktease?

I was promised an apocalypse and I was left wanting. So tomorrow morning the donut shop will still be overflowing with aggravated Christians pushing and shoving to get the last bear-claw on their way to church. I can handle that, I guess. I mean it would have been really nice to have the place  just to us heathens but I suppose I can share. No, the real shame is that my obnoxious and very faithful neighbors will still be having three garage sales a month on Saturday mornings.

Why the garage sale hate, MrB you ask?

Garage sales attract pleasant, well-intentioned bargain hunters, you say? You must not live in Texas. You see, my lawn looks like a migrant worker convention and West Virginia collided. Its noisy, and even worse this morning is very humid. Do you have any idea how bad moist West Virginia smells?

Anyway, based on the teachings of Mother Teresa and my observations of the followers of Sarah Palin I have determined that the two groups of people most likely to be called up during The Rapture were the poor and the uneducated. The Rapture was going to be perfect. A giant vacuum-cleaner that would yank all the undesirables right up into wherever.

Oh well, I guess there is always the 2012 apocalypse. Maybe I can get lucky then.

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Getting ready for The Rapture

Posted by mrblissful on May 20, 2011

OMG! I am soooo excited.

Saturday is the big day. We finally get to wave goodbye to all these holier than thou assholes and we get the whole planet to ourselves.

(Quick note: Being “holier than thou” with MrB ain’t that hard!)

Reflecting on this momentous occasion made me realize I am, in fact, totally unprepared for The Rapture. Based on that, this is my shopping list and if you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comments. I want this to be a post-The Rapture party to remember for all my friends.

The Shopping List:
- Beer
- Vibrators
- Lots of AA and C batteries (love you, baby!)
- Scotch
- Digital Camera (this shit is going on Flickr!)
- Love Swing (first couple in the swing gets a prize)
- More Scotch
- Playing cards
- Lube
- Wine
- Hand sanitizer (Cleanliness isn’t exclusive to godliness ya know!)
- Butt plugs
- Party hats
- Megaphone
- Butterscotch pie (did someone say Scotch?)
- NERF swords
- Edible body paint
- Handcuffs (the fun kind)
- A riding crop
- Marshmallow creme
- St. Andrew’s Cross (look it up, kids!)
- Sybian
- More lube
- More wine
- TENS unit
- The Complete Lord of the Rings on Blu Ray
- Avocado dip
- Peanut butter

MrBlissful, you might say, WHERE IS THE PORN?!?

Well, gentle readers, we aren’t going to need porn because in a world without Rapturistas all of our porn will be “live shows”.

Happy Rapture tomorrow, my heathen friends! The party starts at 8PM!

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Sean Hannity Took a Dump in My Mailbox

Posted by mrblissful on July 24, 2010

I am really impressed with the way that “the Right” has marketed themselves since the late 1980s. With increasing skill and effectiveness, “the Right” has waged two campaigns, one subtle and one extremely aggressive, to convince us that “the Left” is a cabal out to destroy our beloved America. What is so fascinating about this is that while the ideas of conspiracies are fallacy 99% of the time, in this case there is a calculated marketing campaign on two fronts to change and warp public perception…but it certainly isn’t “the Left”. Nancy Pelosi, James Carville, and Harry Reid couldn’t agree on how to change a tire much less how to erode family values, turn your kids gay, or make Jesus wear a turban.

The most skillful aspect of this marketing plan executed by “the Right” has been the subtle change in language. If you can control the labels for a thing, you can significantly influence the broader populace on the topic as well. (For example, if you support a woman’s right to choose to carry a child to full term or not, you aren’t pro-choice you are pro-abortion. If you do not support their right to make that choice, you are not anti-choice, you are pro-life. Oddly enough, if you are pro-life that doesn’t often correlate to your being against the death penalty but I digress.)

But Mr Blissful, are you openly taking a stance on abortion and the death penalty? How dare you? Calm yourself, gentle reader…I promise to tread very lightly on the topic for now. (Though I am sure my political beliefs will spill over eventually like a BP oil well.)

Today, I opened my mailbox and was greeted by a large and weighty envelope from Sean Hannity. He was kind enough to include a giant picture of his giant head on the front so I knew how important the letter was. Now I love a good train wreck, so I was eager to open this baby up, but I must admit a small bias before opening the letter. At least two adult oak trees gave up their oxygen-granting lives to print this monstrous piece of mail that it is clear was sent to every home in America that Mr. Hannity could get into his database. (*shudder* Sean Hannity knows where I live.)

As I opened the envelope, I was struck by its contents. In a style which evoked US census or IRS letterhead, it was a “2010 National Survey” and it was due by August 6th. Crap, I need to work fast. You might expect that this survey was an attempt to ask my opinion on important topics central to the performance of the current government leaders or perhaps an attempt to get my two cents on topics important to Mr Hannity. Well, you might be surprised. It was in fact a survey to find out if I agree with Mr. Hannity on the “assault on American Liberty” and the “purpose of an Education”. Wow. Heady topics and clearly neither is already weighted by the manner of phrasing in the question.

I won’t type in the whole letter (though perhaps had Mr. Hannity gone for an online survey we could have avoided mass oak tree genocide) but I will paraphrase to say that apparently he is concerned that people in government not only hate the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States of America but that they have never even read them. (I often wonder if anyone in American politics have read those lovely documents.) He then asks for me to validate that “the Left” has poisoned America’s “so-called” finest universities. Allow me to demonstrate his non-leading, non-biased question structure.

“6. Some say the Left has succeeded in gaining power in America far beyond its level of support in the electorate because, starting in the 1960s, the Left had a concentrated strategy to control education in America, including America’s colleges and universities, and has succeeded.”

“Do you generally agree or disagree with this assessment?”

Well thank heavens this question was carefully constructed as to elicit my position the quality of education and not put me in a corner where the only answer I can provide if I love America is the one he wants me to provide. I mean had I been able to perhaps just write in my answer, I might have talked about the qualifications of teachers, the salary level of said professionals, and the structure of industrial workforce philosophy that is the foundation of the public education system and how that foundation doesn’t apply when all of the industrial jobs have moved to Eastern Europe, China, and South America.

Mr. Hannity, may I call you Sean? Do you honestly think that “starting in the 1960s, the Left had a concentrated strategy to control education in America”? Really. Have you seen what so-called “liberals” (another beautifully crafted label, by the way, and a topic for another day) were doing in the 1960s? They were gathering in large fields, stripping off their clothes, exposing their seriously ungroomed bodies, dropping acid, and screwing anything that didn’t have a chastity belt. Yes, you dirty hippies, I mean everything. Assuming however, that a super elite, genius IQ, cabal of Illuminati were on the side of “the Left” and skipped Woodstock, let’s review the work of the Democratic Party leadership during the 1960s. They were committed to combating Communism, so committed in fact that they almost started a nuclear war with Russia over Cuba, and sent over 58,000 US teenagers and young men to their deaths in Vietnam. That war (don’t you dare call it a conflict when we lost 58,000+) was escalated by John Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson. The current schism between “the Left” and “the Right” on topics related to family values and religion didn’t really start until the 1980s. Oh my God, now I get it…”the Left” went back in time like Marty McFly and started steering Harvard towards hating America. Okay, now that makes sense.

Well, as I was not able to complete the survey without fear my answers could somehow be construed as my endorsement of Mr. Hannity’s desire to slaughter gay baby seals so that he can use their blood as ink in his poison pen, I opted to post my position here.

I so agree more people should read the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States. I also think a lot more people should read the Bible, the Qur’an, and various recorded stories from the Buddhist and Hindu traditions. Knowledge is power.

I don’t think Harvard hates Americans. I also don’t think Mr. Hannity is going to improve the state of America by getting me to donate to his pet college (Hillsdale). Oh yes, you see, the survey was in fact a ruse. The last page of that oak tree killing letter was a plea to donate to a proper college, Hillsdale. Go back to Mount Doom, Hannity, or else me and Frodo are going to kick your ass.

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My eBook Reader is Only Half-Pregnant

Posted by mrblissful on July 20, 2010

I love eBooks. I get to declutter my house, carry a lighter bag to work, and have the ability to be entertained wherever I go.

Even better, my wife and I share our B&N and Amazon accounts so we have a shared library that spans our iPhones, iPad, and Nook. We can read the same book at the same time with different bookmarks that move between readers. Cool, right?

Any reluctance I had to not carrying a physical book has long since been washed away.

In fact, my initial complaints over paying full paper price for an eBook have even subsided as I love the extra space in my house and the lighter load in my bag. I swore I would never consider rebuying eBooks for books I have the paper versions of, but I have and I am sure I will again.

So why am I frustrated? Because I can’t find half the freaking books I want to read in eBook format. I recently joined some book reading groups (I know, my life is craaaaazy) and everything on the reading list is not available in eBook format. I know I am a full convert because the thought of buying the paper book is literally repulsive to me.

While I fear the financial repercussions of everything I want to buy in eBook format suddenly becoming available, I am excited by the prospect of hundreds of pounds of paper being removed from my house.

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My iPad is a Lesbian Slut

Posted by mrblissful on July 19, 2010

I used to own an iPad.

In fact, I preordered my beautiful 3G 64GB iPad and had it in my happy hands on the day of release. My beloved wife, who mocked me endlessly for purchasing said iPad, decided that because I chose to purchase an iPad she would gift her Kindle to her best friend and take my Nook as her own. I didn’t get a vote, but I had my precious so I decided that I didn’t care. With my sweet little iPad in my arms, I knew I would never be alone. She loved me, I was sure.

But then it happened, we took a trip together and the wife decided to “play with my little toy”. Big mistake.

Upon returning home, the instant I walk in the door from work, my iPad disappears into her hands, never to be seen again. To add insult to injury, when I crawl into bed with her at night intent on a little amorous activity I find her hidden under her covers with the iPad. Not only has she stolen my toy, she is now using it as a defense for my advances, and once or twice I swear I heard her whispering sweet nothings to it.

Yup. You heard me. My wife has stolen my iPad, and now I have realized that my iPad has also stolen my wife. Thank God there isn’t a “Magic Rabbit” attachment or I would already be reading divorce papers.

How could my beloved ladies turn on me like this? There is only one conclusion. My iPad is a lesbian.

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A Shuffle to Remember

Posted by mrblissful on July 18, 2010

I have always felt that every situation in life is enhanced by a soundtrack.

For example, you just manipulated your girlfriend into dumping you so you can feel remarkably guilt-free as you drive over to spend time with your latest infatuation. Sounds like a great time for some “Free Falling” by Tom Petty. (For the record, I married that latest infatuation, so I made the right choice there.)

But the best moments in life are unscripted, which is why few things can lift my spirits like a perfect random shuffle on my iPhone.

Driving home yesterday from work a cosmic event must have occurred — the clouds parted, the planets aligned, the seventh son of a seventh son was born, a dog and a cat made passionate love, and a television evangelist must have been caught with his gay porn collection because my iPhone rattled off a string of perfect selections to fit my mood and gently shift it to a better place.

I must have looked like a complete jackass, an experience I know all too well, as I danced in my driver’s seat screaming along to the music.

It would have been YouTube gold.

But MrBlissful, you say, who gives a shit about your iPhone shuffle? Well gentle reader, that is a question only you can answer. The fact I thought this was important is probably a good sign that I might live a life free from the shackles of “importance” and “achievement”.

Now I’m off to play some XBox 360 and World of Warcraft.

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Words with Whiners

Posted by mrblissful on July 17, 2010

I have always loved games. From Alhambra to Zooleretto and everything in between, if its a game of some sort I am up for playing it. Except for Monopoly. Monopoly makes baby Jesus cry. Monopoly is the reason why a tornado destroyed your trailer home. Monopoly is one of the Illuminati. But I digress…

I love games. That is why the interweb is my friend. You see, at this point in my life, I have very few opportunities to play much of anything. My friends are too scattered, too far away, too busy, and so I used to curl up in my game closet and weep softly through the night. But not now! Now I can pop open my XBox 360 or my iPad and strike up a game with a random stranger in a foreign country at any hour of the day or night. At first, I loved the interweb so much I would have had its babies. It gave me games! But then, our relationship soured. That’s right…I am victim of domestic interweb abuse. She used to love me much, what did I do to make her hit me so hard?!?

Allow me to illustrate my point. The game is Words with Friends. An implementation of Scrabble for the iPhone and iPad, it is elegant and incredibly addictive. But I am rapidly discovering that iUsers are whiny bitches. Maybe its all that time spent with aesthetically pleasing and gently accessible user interfaces, but man those are some soft players. When you score a 120 point word across the combination of a Triple Letter and Triple Word space, they resign from the game. When you run up a 200 point differential on them with 20 tiles left in the bag, they resign. Heck, I have had them resign when I score 18 points on my opening word. Now, if I were gloating in the chat window, or generally being a poor sport (which I only do with real friends) I could understand.

Is it so hard to be a good sport? When my opponent scores a big word, I usually send a little “Nice!” or “WTG!” through the chat window. I can only remember one occasion when I got a congratulatory message from a random opponent in my 200+ games so far.

But MrBlissful, you say, aren’t you being a whiny little bitch right now? YES! I have few friends, and they are way too smart to spend their precious free time with me, so I need these random a-holes to have any kind of a life. Is it too much to ask them to be considerate?

Oh and by the way…my username is MrBlissful…send me an invite and when I run up the score on your ass you are free to resign in a fit like the little bitch you know you are. :)

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My iPad Made Me Change My Pants

Posted by mrblissful on May 1, 2010

I have to admit that I was one of those nutty people checking the FedEx tracking site every hour to check for updates on my iPad delivery. When the FedEx man arrived at 10:15am this morning, I tried to stay calm and seem nonchalant until I closed the door.

I know, you non-adopters are already laughing at me. “It’s just stripped down laptop,” you say. In many ways you are absolutely correct, but if it’s just a stripped down laptop then why am I so blown away by it. After loading Casino Royale in HD (ripped from my Blu Ray) onto the screen I needed to sit down and when I pulled up Uncanny X-Men #1 and 2 I knew I had found a friend for life. But nothing prepared me for the experiences that followed.

Sitting in the parking garage of the local mall, I was listening the to my current “go to” song, reading and writing emails, and switching over to the paperback I am reading right now. When a comment in the book reminded me of a scene from My Name is Earl, I loaded Netflix and brought up the episode and jumped ahead to that scene to get a quick laugh. That caused me to remember that i didn’t want to forget to DVR the latest episode of The Soup, so I opened the app that let’s me remote control my DVR from the iPad and set it to tape.

All of this happened in a freaking parking garage! Still not impressed? Well when i get a phone from my gaming buddies and they invite me over for a quick game of Pathfinder, I don’t need to run home to grab my books and character sheets, they are with me.

Or if my wife calls and says she needs me to buy tickets for the Blue October show next weekend, I just pop open my app and buy them…in the parking garage. When my boss calls and asks if I can edit the powerpoint deck he just sent me, I just pop it open, fix it, and send it along. All the while, I am still cranking out to my favorite rock song…in the freaking parking garage.

“So what,” you say, “I can do all of that from my iPhone.” HA! Crom laughs at your four winds! The iPad’s HD screen makes all of this so much more enjoyable and easy.

Besides, I just wrote this blog on my iPad using an almost full-size keyboard.

Maybe you will never appreciate my gadget love, but I don’t need your acceptance. Me and the Precious-s-s will be fine all by ourselves.

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Sauron Rises in Iceland!

Posted by mrblissful on April 22, 2010

Have you seen pictures of the Icelandic volcano, named Eyjafjallajokul, that has shut down European airspace?

Natural disasters are always exciting and fun as entertainment, but this one now has my full and complete attention. But MrBlissful, you say, who cares about some boring old volcano in Iceland? You need to! Because based on these photographs, it is clear to me now that Iceland is slowly transforming into Mordor from Lord of the Rings and soon the Eye of Sauron will rise over Northern Europe.

Check out these shots from Mt. Doom. (for the full story and pictures go HERE)

This is the one ring, forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom...

This is the one ring, forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom...

Where is my Ringwraith?

Where is my Ringwraith?

Folks, we need to gather the Elves, the Dwarves, and all those Hobbits quickly…we are in serious trouble!

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Finally…Big Pharma is Going to Save Us All!

Posted by mrblissful on April 20, 2010

When I was in elementary school I was a bit of a problem child. You’re shocked, you say? I know, me too but I’m afraid its all true. I liked to ask questions, and I liked to get ahead of the other students by reading ahead and doing my homework in class. Isn’t that disturbing? I am still haunted by those years and my disgusting behavior. Worse yet, when a teacher when dead wrong about a subject, which I would realize by reading the material she had provided but hadn’t actually read and absorbed herself (don’t get spun up ladies, it just happened that my teachers were female — male and female teachers are equally retarded), then I would point out that she was incorrect and show her the correct information in our book. That got me labeled a misfit and a disruptor. It also got me a trip to the counselor, who with her powerful insight and education determined that what I needed wasn’t more to do, a challenge, or perhaps a teacher who was actually more educated and intelligent than the children she was teaching…no, I needed to be drugged.

What was the drug of choice for hypnotizing free thinkers in the early 70s, you ask? Well, gentle readers, it was a Ritalin. Not that well-tested Ritalin they give kids today, no this was the early days of lobotomizing our youth…this stuff was funky! So, my mom was called down to the school and after the counselor carefully explained that these kick-ass drugs would also turn me into a zombie at home less prone to questioning her authority as well, she signed me up!

I can still remember the incredible experience. It was having my brain soaked in formaldehyde. I was not only sluggish, but I couldn’t think straight and I felt hollow and empty. At that point in my life it was the most scared I had ever been, but hey I wasn’t asking questions and I sure as hell wasn’t learning faster than my teacher. Hooray!

After two weeks of depression and suffering grades, my mother’s guilt overcame her desire for peace and quiet, and she allowed me to stop taking the drug and told my counselor and teachers to stuff it. Love you, Mom!

But sadly, she was too weak…if she had only kept me medicated think of what I could have achieved. I might be on the leadership team of a high-profile corporation, instead of just the slug I am today. Yes, its true…I had ADD (or in modern parlance — ADHD). But, don’t cry, don’t weep for MrBlissful! There is hope. BEHOLD…Vyvanse: Approved for adults with ADHD.

Holy shit! This is the best fucking day ever. I am fucking pumped. I just stabbed myself with a bread knife to see if it was fucking sharp enough to penetrate my fucking skin and it was fucking AWESOME!

Uh oh…mother fucker, piss fuck, shit can, anal sex, cock licker…something is amiss gentle readers…

(checking side effects label)

“Vyvanse is a stimulant medicine. Abuse of stimulants may lead to dependence. Misuse of stimulants may cause sudden death and serious cardiovascular adverse events.”

Well, that makes sense. Giving stimulants to people with attention deficit hyperactive disorder seems logical…cock monkey, pussy, mother butt fucker…

“The most common side effects reported in studies of Vyvanse were upper belly pain, dry mouth, weight loss, irritability, vomiting, nausea, dizziness, trouble sleeping, and decreased appetite.”

Nope, that doesn’t sound bad at all and there is nothing here to cause any problems…bitch hole, Jerry Falwell, ass muncher, fucktard…

“Aggression, new abnormal thoughts/behaviors, mania, growth suppression, worsening of motion or verbal tics, and Tourette’s syndrome have been associated with use of drugs of this type. Tell the doctor if you or your child has blurred vision while taking Vyvanse.”

Kick ass! All this sounds fine…so I must be imaging any problems…I am on my way to the top after all these years of being a nobody…I just have to kill all these sorry sons of fucking bitches in my way. Heh heh heh.

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