So my associate Budke came up with an idea to have the word “cool” be replaced with the word “megaman.” For example; instead of saying “that was so cool,” one would say “that was so megaman.” Normally after hearing of such a proposal, I would call my associate a retarded idiot. However, I actually kinda liked the idea. Then, just now, I think it sounds totally stupid. But then again, pop culture LOVES stupid crap like this. So it just might catch on. And knowing Budke’s uncanny ability to make crazy stuff happen, I wouldn’t be surprised if this phrase starts sweeping the country come summertime. And just in case it does (unlikely), you heard it here first at Angry Ken!

Because Angry Ken is soooo MEGAMAN!

The gas prices keep rising and I think it’s bullcrap.  I have to fill up on my way home from work today and I’ve already spent enough money this past week.  What happened to the days when gas was right around $1.30 a gallon?  Ah crap this sucks.

Is there any end in sight?  Probably not.  The way I see it, we all deal with the high cost of gas and eventually become used to it.  After a while, We’ll be thrilled to have have gas prices at $3 a gallon when the price shoots up between $3.50 and $4.00 or higher.  It’s all part of the damn oil companies’ plan. 

The days of $2.00 gas are gone.  Get ready to shell out half your paycheck on a damn tank of gas. 

I go to these bars and one thing is clear.  Wherever I go, I am the coolest guy there.  Everyone else just doesn’t realize it.  When a place is boring, it means I am just too cool for that place.  I really don’t have anywhere I’m going with this.  I’m just bored.  And that’s not cool.  Neither am I really.  But I am still cooler than you.   

I find myself stuck smack in the middle of one of the worst ruts of my life.  It’s just freaking boring.  What the heck do I do that’s interesting?  I get up in the morning, go to my crappy job where I get paid much less than I deserve, come home to an empty apartment, eat dinner alone, and proceed to watch whatever happens to be on TV that night.  That’s pretty much my week.  I can only hope something better is on its way.  This sucks.

Which brings me to the issue of Karma.  No, my name isn’t Earl, but I am a believer in Karma.  The only problem is that Karma seems to be non-existent in my life.   No matter how many good things I do (or bad things I don’t do) Karma seems to have nothing good for me in return.  But it seems if I even think about doing anything slightly negative, (this could be something as small as forgetting to hold a door for someone) BOOM!  I trip down the stairs.  What does a guy have to do to catch a break?  Maybe I just really do have the absolute worst luck in the world.  Everything seems to bring me back to that conclusion.

So at this point I’m not really sure what to do.  Should I accept the fact that I just have really bad luck?  I’m not going to turn into a huge jerk and start treating people like crap like many have done to me, but it would be nice to have something good happen for a change considering I’m a fairly nice guy who is just always at the short end of the stick.

I could go on and on, but it’s getting late, and I have a rut to get back into tomorrow.

In some of the most blatant false advertising campaigns, commercials for those Tag and Axe body sprays always show women more or less attacking any guy that sprays this stuff on his person. 

I’ll tell you right now, this just doesn’t happen in real life. And, it is exactly the reason why I have yet to buy any of these types of products. If it was guaranteed that flocks of gorgeous women would be chasing me down in grocery store aisles and parking lots, I would buy this stuff by the case. 

And to the ladies out there, do you find this at all offensive that these companies believe that just a guy smelling good will have you all over him?

Anyway, I think my associate Ryan put it best after seeing an Axe commercial. 

“I have Axe and that has never happened!” He exclaimed.

It sure hasn’t.  Because if that crap really worked, I’d use it all the time.  Women chase money.  Not body spray.

If I buy this stuff, can I get my money back when hot women don’t try to trample me on the streets?

What can make going to a baseball even better? That’s right! Cheerleaders! This year the Reds have their very own cheerleading squard, the MDX Reds Crew. I, for one, couldn’t be happier.

I think left fielder Adam Dunn had the best comment when asked about the new team.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Dunn said. “It gets the fans into (the game) and gives us something to look at.”

They’re something to look at alright. If there was ever a reason to bring binoculars to the ballpark,this is it.

If only I had season tickets behind the dugout. These ladies are the only wlecome distraction from the actual game. How could anyone not want cheerleaders at baseball games?

With all the hubbub regarding illegal aliens coming in from Mexico to work and what not, I propose a solution to this controversy.

First of all, I have no problem with people coming to this country to work, as long as they do it legally and actually earn their money. To say that Mexicans are coming over and taking jobs from Americans is just not true.

So here’s what I propose. We have alot of Mexicans willing to work hard to make a better life for themselves here in America. Also in America, we have alot of homeless people who do not want to work, but instead beg for handouts on the street. A friend of mine was telling me a story about how the president of the company he works for was driving down the street. A man approached his car and asked him for money. The ceo asked the man if he could push a broom. The man said yes. So the CEO told him that he would give him a job, pay him $10 an hour, and he would have access to clean clothes and a shower. The homeless man declined the offer.

So since we have illegal aliens wanting to work and homeless bums that don’t, why don’t we make a trade. Allow immigrants to come to this country legally and find work, meanwhile have the homeless that are not willing to get jobs go down to Mexico. I would much rather have an immigrant with a strong work ethic come here to work than have a homless American that chooses to get by only on handouts from passers by.

Nobody is taking anyone’s job. You can’t steal something if that person doesn’t want it in the first place.

Apparently winning a Superbowl isn’t enough to keep Pittsburgh Steeler president Art Rooney from finding something to complain about.
http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/tribune-review/sports//s_441131.html

Maybe if Steeler fans weren’t such vulgar neanderthals other teams wouldn’t try to keep these animals from ruining their own stadiums. Are you not going to be satisfied, Rooney, until every Steeler away game has more of your own fans there than the home team? You already had home field advantage at the Superbowl. Why don’t you worry about your own condiment-named field and quit trying to tell other cities how to do business. I’m sure no one else in the NFL has a problem with keeping the yellow in its stadium urinals.

I got to go to my very first opening day here in Cincinnati. It was a heck of a time, even though it was freakin’ freezing and the Reds got shelled.

One of the main highlights of the day was President Bush throwing out the first pitch. Just about everyone in the stadium gave him a rousing ovation while the 30 or so hippie protesters stood outside about 3 blocks from the park holding their cheesy signs, I guess hoping to convert people. They clearly have nothing better to do with their time.

The day would’ve been much better if not for the weather. It was in the low 50’s, but the high winds made it feel like 20. We would’ve stayed for the entire game if we weren’t freezing our asses off.

It was cold, I spent way too much money, and the Reds looked awful. But I’s do it all over again. Hopefully this is the first of many opening day games for me.

God bless the President and the Reds.

This years final four had to be one of the worst ever. All three games were decided by double digits. There was no excitement whatsoever. Add to that the fact that I didn’t care who won. Once George Mason was out there was no point. The only people who could have enjoyed this final four were Florida fans. I’m just glad it’s over. Maybe now I won’t have to hear about that Noah kid every damn day.