Dead air... ummm... dead air.

The Goo Goo Dolls have joined the leagues of bands that I most hate. I know, I know there's more reasons to hate the Goos (as I imagine their fans call them) than there are stars in the sky, but I have just got my hate going now. What caused me to go from being an uncaring, easy-going, non-Goo Goo fan to wanting to see their career fall further down the path trailblazed by Milli Vanilli? They did a cover of a Supertramp song. Supertramp is the musical equivalent of getting kicked in the junk by Christano Ronaldo (it hurts more cause he looks like a fairy).

I have ceased the snow in my Jeep, good news there. It's actually fairly warm in it on the highway now so that is also good news. The problem being that some bonehead who owned it prior to me lost a key piece of weatherstrip leaving a hole the size of my fist. This happened to me before with my other Jeep, the corner weatherstrip is designed so that you can remove it (why I have no idea) and somebody lost it. It can also be replaced but I'll worry about that later, it's patched up for winter now.

Our hockey game ended in a draw last night, no thanks to me who took a high sticking penalty in the overtime. Accidental and had I not clipped his noggin it was breakaway time so kinda tough. I definitely need to get my skating legs back, I should be lighting people up.

*geek moment alert* I picked up the extended Return of the King yesterday, I hadn't realized just how much of that book they changed, but I was reading it at the moment and the differences smack you on the forehead. They should have called it a movie loosely based on The Lord of the Rings. The first one was reasonably close to the book with some exception that I could justify in the interest of length. But from there it's a steady downward climb until you reach the 3rd movie which is nothing at all like the book aside from where some major events take place. Characters have been changed, events changed, many for no apparent reason other than the writers were experimenting with crystal meth at the time. Normally I like the extended versions as they include things that happen in the book but got cut in the interest of time for the movie. In this case, and I haven't watched the 2nd disc yet, there are scenes added, but they're fucked up versions of what happens in the book. I was actually sitting there going, What the fuck?!

Okay there's my geekdom in all it's glory. I'm having the colour of my hair played with, apparently launching me into metrosexualdom... a point I disagree with entirely as I think there is very little metrosexual about me, but meh...

And there's a my little rant... go to www.homestarrunner.com and check out the new Strong Bad email to learn where the title for the post came from.