I heard there was a listening event at Third Room. Was he there? Did anyone go?

I am - The Pool Boy. Sounds fine. Sounds better than Brutal Sex Whore with shaky ass morals. Pool Boy for hire!

I see my approval rating is 100% - that is very nice to know. Maybe I will consider running for office! Anyway, I found this little nugget and thought it would be fun to make captions. I'll go first!



"Screw the facts! Screw the Constitution! I've made my choice, nudge me in 30 minutes."

"Justice Ginsburg is busy looking for her facial features, which apparently slid off and onto the desk.

Here's a poll that is actually worthwhile - the Jason Approval Poll.

Do you approve of Jason?

Jason --
[noun]:

An immortal

I saw this on Drudge Report today. Health concerns about WiFi, anyone? I know you all will get a kick out of this.

I just don't see the point in having a new hotel on the strip. What a silly idea. I wonder what genius financial minds decided it would be economically feasible to do this. I foresee it being used to capacity probably a couple of times a year.

This is something I've written about in the past - the suburbanization of Elmwood. The strip I moved to in 2001 is nothing like the strip I know in 2006. Holy fucking shit, we do NOT need to transform the strip into some kind of Williamsville-esque plaything for the blue bloods and the wannabes. There IS something wrong with making the strip an upper class place. It would cease to be the unique, varied, fun place I fell in love with. I would be horribly embarrassed to be living in a place associated with the word swank. Do you know what being swanky means? It means classism, it means a homogenous population, it means being exclusionary - these are all things that go directly against our notion of what makes Elmwood great. I don't want any more of those fucking horrible robotic suburbanite princess bitches on my block, trolling for single 30-something guys with cash, unless they are wearing next to nothing so I can enjoy checking out their bodies.

I mean, for fucks sake, they are already infiltrating The Pink! Is nothing sacred anymore?

I want to say that an unnamed friend of mine entered himself into pimping legend by calling the various cameramen in the HSBC Arena (he works with them) and getting himself, along with his female guest, on the Kiss Cam during Saturday's Sabres game..

What is the Kiss Cam, you may ask?

During a break in the game, the cameramen pan around the arena at various couples, and when the couples see themselves on the camera, they kiss each other. By securing himself a smooch with his ladyfriend in such a diabolical fashion, he left a lasting impression amongst his friends.

Cheers!

Now, before I go any further here, I want to say that shouting "But I don't act that way, so you can't say this is how it is," is likely not a very accurate way of looking at things. Your difference from the vast majority of the female population is duly noted, nonetheless. None of you have been a guy on V-Day before. I have. I've had lots of girlfriends. I think you could say I, and my friends, have a considerable amount of experience with V-Day, and it is almost all the same. Even with all of the nasty shit these girls did to me, the thing I'm bitter about is the money I spent on these chicks for V-Day. Frankly, none of the girls were worth it. Very few are worth it. I AM STILL PAYING THIS SHIT OFF!

My problem is my pimping game isn't quite up to scratch where I can get away with spending almost nothing on a girl. Some guys have it down right, where they can get away with it for one reason or another. After they run through the girls, they become the "I need a man that will treat me like a princess" type of money whore. I think I need to take lessons from Jerry, at least the Jerry I knew before he got all fucking soft-hearted and shit.

Now, I know this isn't making me any more popular with the ladies, but it has to be said. And for Christ's sake I know not all women are like this, so spare me for fucks sake. This is relevent for the majority, and I am speaking in general terms as such. If I'm going to be judged on how much I spend, and where I take you, and the size of the diamond I am going to buy you - then you had better NOT have even the slightest imperfection in your body. I mean I should be able to bounce a quarter off your ass and stomach. And you had best not even gain 5 pounds either, you need to make sure you are 100% in tip top shape, because God knows if I lose my job or somehow have less money I'll be out on my ass.

I think everyone can tell I'm in a bad mood. V-Day brings this out. It makes me think about all this crap. Timika was cool and dropped off some cookies and cards though!!! That was sweet and unexpected.

Oh, and I found out MySpace is the new and best way to look for porn.