The Arbitrary ChuckJerry

Here are my two favorite pictures of Sammy so far.


In this one he looks like a pimp with his legs crossed and his shirt all open for the ladies.


In this one he looks like a stone cold gangsta with his hat all askew and his hands throwing signs.

Also don't think I forgot to get a picture of the outfit they let me wear to the c-section party. I won't have to shop for Halloween now either.

September 16, 2006, 7:54pm. 7lbs, 4oz. 19 inches.

I think today's Foxtrot strip about encapsulates my feelings on clothing stores pretty well. In particular if I want to buy something that the young people consider hip nowadays.



I went to get one of those zip up jackets that look like they are polyester and it just happened that the North Face one was on sale in this store for cool kids at the mall. So I went to the rack and they had only sizes XL, XXL, and 3XL. It was asenine.

I started with one thought, but now I have two since I wrote the post title. First things first (...I, poppa, freaks all the honeys, dummies, playboy bunnies, those wanting money) the title of this post comes from the Nice N Smooth song, "Sometimes I Rhyme Slow". This is a great song because of the really inventive sample of the Tracy Chapman song "Fast Car". Aside from the sample, though, the song is really nonsensical. First of all, Greg Nice rhymes about absolutely nothing that has anything to do with anything. And on top of that he uses some of the same lines as he does in the only other song people know by them, "Hip Hop Junkies". Incidentally, the only reason that song is good is also because of the clever sample, this time of the Partridge Family hit "I Think I Love You". So the first verse of, "Sometimes I Rhyme Slow" is really just an exercise in coming up with lines that rhyme. Also worth mentioning from that verse is that at one point he says, "I go to Bay Plaza to catch a flick", and the Bay Plaza movie theater is right near my house. And it doesn't seem like a neighborhood where rappers come from, but I might be wrong. Anyhow, the second verse by, ahhh, I guess Smooth. Is it CL Smooth? I thought it was Pete Rock and CL Smooth, not the same guy from Nice N Smooth. I'll have to check. Anyway, after the nonsensical first verse, the second verse is all about how this guy's girlfriend is a drug addict. It has a moderately serious tone and he talks about putting her into rehab and then, "at 18 months she comes home and I let her back in...and now she's sniffing again." It doesn't match the first verse at all. It's really weird. Also that's the end of the song. Only two verses.

Anyway, that's not even why I started writing this post. I wanted to talk about McDonald's. Something I really need to do is quit McDonald's. I don't even eat it that much anymore. I generally go about once a month, but even that is just no good for me. Also you may think that once a month is way too much to go to McDonald's, but that's a different discussion. My point is that I know I should quit, but I don't know if I can. I mean, I'm capable of saying to myself, "No, I shouldn't eat McDonald's today", and in fact I do it a lot. But I don't think I can just quit altogether. The prospect of never eating McDonald's again makes me sad. I don't feel the same way about other restaurants.

This feeling is what led to My McDonald's sign of a couple weeks back.


I'm not addicted to McDonald's in the sense that I need it to get through the day, but I do have a strong psychological attachment to it. And I don't think I could just write it off altogether.

Is anyone really surprised that Steve Irwin aka The Crocodile Hunter died of an injury he got while filming a documentary? I hate to put down a dead guy, but I think all of us saw this coming at some point. Be as safe as you want to, but eventually if you fuck with dangerous animals, you're going to get seriously hurt, or even killed. And the thing is that it never really looked like Irwin was really being as safe as possible. He may have just been milking the effect, but it seemed like he was always just running out there fucking with reptiles and other dangerous things.

The bitch of it is that he was killed by a stingray, an animal that almost never kills people. Apparently his is only the third recorded case of a stingray killing a person in Australia's past. The sting of a stingray is usually not fatal to humans, but it was just bad luck because it stung him in the heart.

Well, peace out Steve. I'm sorry to see you go, and I guess I'm sad in the same way that we're sad for people who die of lung cancer and who smoked all their lives.