The uproar over the hateful Danish cartoons have given me just one more reason to hate the Danes (as if reading the long winded Hamlet wasn’t enough). Since most of the cartoons are generally unfunny and hackneyed (i.e. Arabs with turbans and scimitars) one can only conclude that they were meant to offend. Political cartoons, according to the wikipedia entry, are meant to express a social or political message neither of which is present in the Danish cartoons unless, of course, we accept adolescent stereotyping as substantial political commentary. In that case, here’s my own political cartoon:

Charming, I know.

I also learned that Wal-Mart is opening about 1,500 new stores within the United States alone which is terrific news for me because I constantly pine for shitty, discounted imports from China and now I have 1,500 new places to get it (aside from the 3,200 that already exist within my zip code).

My excitement for Wal-Mart is eclipsed only by my excitement for my new blog renter: Infinitely Pie. She has an amazing knack for observing the seemingly trivial details in life and turning them into meaningful, eye-opening entries (Check out her awesome entry “PC really stands for “pain [in my] crack” in which she remarks on the political correctness of job titles). Browse through her fantastic photos on flickr or her unique photoshops for some outrageous creations.

Recently the lovely state of Florida, in which I reside, passed a bill that allows me to shoot anyone who I feel threatens my life in any way. This is fantastic news for me because I already have a list (what I affectionately call “my shit list”) of people who I’d like to shoot. Now if only I can come up with some “threatening” excuses.

I recieved a small stack of letters from my penpals this weekend and two of them coincidently insist on me joining myspace. I’m not so keen on this whole myspace phenomenon for several reasons. The thing about myspace is that it looks and feels a little crappy. It’s not atheistically pleasing and the myriad of stereotypes that I find on myspace is positively mindnumbing. I can’t even begin to count how many shirtless Dans and Erics are registered at myspace. Really, it just seems like a waste of space and a waste of my time. I just don’t think there’s anyone on myspace that I’d like to friend-On second thought, maybe I’ll sign up, you know, I shouldn’t knock it till I try it.

I went to an organic foodstore with a friend and we stood in the beauty aisle admiring all the pure and natural shampoos and lotions. Feeling the need to save the lives of little bunnies everywhere, I dropped nearly $20 on a bottle of Jojoba shampoo and vanilla, green tea body lotion. Afterwards, however, I realized that bunnies procreate much faster than I can recover the money I just spent. Next time, if it saves me a couple of bucks, I’ll gladly slather my hair in bunny oil.

Shibooya Radio is updated but the content is not; this is because I am basically useless and I am also preparing for a midterm that I’m not at all prepared for. Look, I’m very busy; I’ve still got a carton of ice cream to finish and I haven’t even started on the carton of Krispy Kreme donuts. All within due time, my friends.