The 9th

I wanted to talk a little bit about something that was bothering me on the way home from work tonight. Allow me to be serious for a moment or two and then I promise it’ll be right back to t-shirts and video games.

What was bugging me were the things that a certain Houston area radio DJ was saying. Today the hot-button topic in the news is the immigration package being passed through congress. While my personal opinion on the matter is that if people want to come here, it should be legally, end of story, I’m always open to hearing diverging opinions from other people.

So, since I’ve practically disabled the FM button on my car stereo, I occasionally listen to the news AM station, mostly for the traffic report for my commute home. While I’m waiting to hear about what massive traffic jam I’m headed towards, this moronic talk show host is going on and on about “immigration reform”. He was debating with a caller about what will happen if people are allowed to stay here under that guest worker program. His caller was concerned about criminals and terrorists being here, being allowed to stay and not being monitored. The host said something to the effect of “well, that’s while we’ll just have to monitor their every move.” To which the caller responded, “if they become American citizens, what about their right to privacy?” “Americans don’t have a right to privacy, reread you constitution” says the host.

I had to turn the radio off.


Geek Wear

I have a vast collection of geek apparel which I enjoy and wear proudly whenever possible. Some of my older t-shirts have seen better days and, quite frankly, I could use the wardrobe update. I’ve been given the ok to get myself stocked up on awesome t-shirts for the impending summer and I’ve decided to scour the internet for unique designs. There are the usual places to find geek-wear, but I’d really like to find the best of the best. So, I’m going to need your help. Here’s what I’m thinking so far…









Ok, so that last one isn’t a t-shirt, but it’s still friggin sweet. I need some more suggestions on cool shirts, or at the very least, so cool sites to find shirts. I know all the obvious ones: thinkgeek, jinx, threadless, splitreason, etc. Any suggestions guys? Nagle, I know you’ve probably got some…


If this page disappears for any reason, don’t be alarmed. I’m just transferring the domain away from NetSol. It was about to expire and it was about damn time I did that anyway.

I hate J.Crew

Not the clothes specifically, I’m sure their khakis and neckerchiefs are very nice, but the people that have that persona. Tonight as I’m pulling into my apartment and my typical parking space, some jackball walks out into the space as I’m pulling in. He freezes like a deer in my headlights and stares back at me for a minute. He’s wearing a pair of nicely pressed pants, a button up shirt, sunglasses in his hair, a blue-tooth headset in his ear and a shit-eating grin on his face. He continues to stand there while his equally annoying girlfriend/wife, who’s half his age and complete with her own blue-tooth headset,  joins him in standing in my spot. Being the type person I am and having a general dislike for the type of people they are, I rev my engine a little. Just enough to make it clear that I really wouldn’t mind running them over. This elicits more staring. Once they’ve fully grasped the concept that I’m waiting for the spot that their consumer whore bodies are currently occupying, they open the doors of the Lexus in the next spot over. Sure to take his sweet old time, J.Crew leaves his door open while he eases himself into his leather covered seat. The second the door swings shut I’m in the spot. It takes them a full 2 minutes to ease their over priced Toyota out of the spot enough so I can open the door. The whole time I’m staring at them as they BOTH answer calls on the cancer producing widgets jammed in their ear. Normally, I’d let behavior like that slide, knowing full well that somehow karma would catch up to them. In this case I didn’t need to. Their Lexus sputtered and coughed leaving the parking lot, and, judging from the oil slick they left in the parking spot, I’d say karma is already knocking at the door. Hopefully the car breaks down on the way to their fancy cocktail party/jackass yacht club meeting and they’re terribly inconvenienced by the rental car company when the only car they have available this weekend is a Chevy Aveo. I also hope they’ve moved into my apartment complex so I can continue my silent war with them. It would be a shame if they were only here for a visit. I wouldn’t get to ask them where they got their lovely Burkenstocks.