Record Hunt

So unlike most fellow record snobs, I don’t have a certain list I work off of, I don’t have a “holy grail” record that I’ve been searching for forever.

But there are two records I’ve been on the hunt for…

Here’s the first one:

Uh, hello? Who WOULDN’T want this record? It’s only 4 songs, and they’re pretty damn good. Actually I lied – 3 are good, 1 is shitty. But being an SCTV fan, I HAVE to have this stupid fucking record.

Las Vegas Tuesdays

So I’m going to start posting Las Vegas stuff on Tuesdays.

Ain’t nothing else going on on Tuesdays, so why not?

Besides, it’s a LOT less boring than Rocktober.

So I forgot where I found this picture, but all that matters is that I did:

The caption for this photo was “The Whites in Las Vegas”.

The laughter from the obvious joke was shortly overshadowed by the super creepy/early technology “Lady Luck” stamped on the bottom. The “Casino – Las Vegas” is fading out on the right hand side because SOMEONE didn’t do a good enough job with the stamping. If I were The Whites, I ‘d be fucking pissed!

Mrs. White: “I TOLD you we should have stayed at Caesars!”

Downtown Las Vegas, 1940

I’ve always loved Downtown Las Vegas.

It started when I was a kid. My parents took us to Vegas one summer and I whined that I wanted to see the “Cowboy Sign from the U2 video”.

I love it because it’s the only bit of “old school” Las Vegas left.

I love it because everything is right there and I’m lazy as fuck. Besides numerous casinos and restaurants, they also have a Walgreens in case you ran out of toiletries. And a Greyhound station in case you need to get the fuck out of town.

And I love it because it’s where I fell in love with my boyfriend

Poor Herb!

(What a stud!)

I was listening to my iPod on the way home from work today, and “Rise” by Herb Alpert came on.

I was instantly reminded of what a sexy and fun song it is. Or was, until Biggie’s fat ass ruined it.

Things That Myrtle Hates

1) People that use dirt bikes as legitimate means of transportation.

2) Fat guys that have attitude. I can’t tell you how many fat guys I’ve gone out with that had the nerve to criticize my weight. Or like the guy in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store that was blocking the aisle – he knew I needed to get by him and he just slowly grazed down the aisle. When I said “Excuse me…”, he said “Ok….” and refused to move.

3) Sitcoms that have an obnoxious, loud, brain dead, shitty jobbed fat guy with a hot wife and adorable kids.

Michael Jackson Autopsy Photos

I wish I was this creative….

Sigh….I’m back

I don’t wanna hear it.

I’m back to blogging.

Yay.

Yo’ Mamma’s Day

It sucks having a dead mom on Mother’s Day.

Not because you’re mom is dead, but because people wont stop bugging the fuck out of you…..

Another day, another tax payer dollar….

So Myrtle has had a really shitty day.

The Myrt Mobile took a major shit, and it put Myrtle in a majorly shitty mood.

And I’m dead tired.

And I’m super horny.

So when I get like this, I like to treat myself to something good….

Dueling Myrtles

If you’re around the same age as Myrtle, you had to go to “Computer Lab” throughout your elementary school years (unlike old fuck Steve, who was in elementary school when they were still rocking the mimeograph).

And during Computer Lab, you would get excited when it was “Oregon Trail” day.

For all of you old timers (Steve), Oregon Trail is a retarded lo-tech game where you’re pioneers and you have to cross the frontier to get to Oregon to set up homestead. You had to ration food, buy supplies, fuck Indians, help a buffalo give birth, and other educational scenarios.