Eli Manning still blows.

I still don’t respect anyone that is so full of them self that they make trade demands before they even play a game in the NFL. I know a lot of people are happy to see the Patriots lose, but at the hands of Eli freakin’ Manning is just nauseating.

2008 is starting out pretty ugly. If Eli Manning can win the Super Bowl, then Hillary Clinton can be elected president. It may turn out to be a loooong year.

Oh well. At least spring training is around the corner. Anyone know when pitchers and catchers report?
-Dave Q.

A woman in Wisconsin had her home demolished by a tornado in early January. Traumatic, right? Well, apparently not traumatic enough for Time Warner’s taste. They slapped her for a bill to the tune of $2,000. What the hell? Apparently they are now trying to work something out with the woman and other residents that were affected by the natural disaster.

Here is the truly amusing thing. Time Warner was billing her for 5 cable boxes and 5 remotes. This equipment was nearly a decade old. And they want $2,000 for that crap? Not to mention if the service in Wisconsin was anything like the Time Warner service I had here, it was garbage. Just goes to show you how corporations try to screw you whenever possible. Suck it, TW.  Suck it hard.

-Dave Q.

Here’s a time saver for you from Mahalo Daily


You look at this and realize how much time these windbags waste criticizing each other. Getting old.

-Dave Q.

I have a subscription to GQ. I got a 2 year subscription a while back. I thought it would be cool to read some GQ articles. Maybe adopt a GQ lifestyle. But in all honesty, the magazine doesn’t live up to expectations. I don’t know any guy that would think the articles were worth a damn. Did I set the bar too high for them? Perhaps. In my opinion, the only thing GQ has going for them is the high quality women they attract for their covers. And Rachel Bilson is the only reason I will look through my copy of next month’s issue.

Who is Rachel Bilson? Who cares. She looks good half naked. But I will say that I saw her in a Zach Braff movie once. Other than that, I don’t know why she would be considered a celebrity. But let’s not kid ourselves. Good looks do make you famous!

Anyway, as you can imagine, I won’t be renewing my GQ subscription. When the only good thing in the magazine (the pics of the ladies) can be found on the internet, why bother? Now Maxim, that’s a different story. The same type of articles that GQ publishes can be found in Maxim in a much more informative and humorous manner. Only bad thing about Maxim is that they are known for putting the occasional skank on the cover.  Oh well.

-Dave Q.

I didn’t catch last night’s Republican debate on MSNBC. Partly because I’m starting to get tired of the political immaturity. But mostly because I didn’t want to take the chance of hearing Keith Olberman speak. That guy seriously sucks now. I liked him much better when he used to read sports scores to me.

Anyway, I found this little cartoon on Politico.com. I think it sums up the Republican candidates pretty accurately.

Makes me yearn for a simpler time. With the innocence that was getting up early on Saturday morning to eat waffles and watch the Smurfs.

-Dave Q.

I have observed for a while the decline of MySpace. You see, when I first got into it back in 2002, it was a cool networking platform. An innovative new way to find old friends and possibly make new ones. Back then it was a good thing. Today, not so much. It is more of a punchline now. Where girls post slutty pics of themselves, where cyber-bullying and gossip reign supreme, and where perverts can go to see who they can stalk next. To me, it has become utterly repulsive, and ultimately useless.

My only reason for having an account was to keep up with the happenings of my two sisters, who are big fans of MySpace. One lives in California, while the other resides in Hawaii. They put up pics of family and blogged about things they have seen or done. For the most part, all in good taste, which I understood was the original concept of the site. So after logging in today to see what is happening with them, I came to the conclusion that it was time to cut ties with this joke of a website. When canceling, there was a place to comment. Here is what I told the MySpace folks:

MySpace was a great idea when I first got into it back in 2002. Now, it has gotten so “ghetto”, that an ad at the front page that appeared after I logged in was an advertisement stating something along the lines of “Want to know how to get the girl? You need the right rims! Pimp your ride! Click here!”. WTF? Well, that did it for me. I’m obviously not the audience you are wanting to attract. If I wanted to be subjected to ads like that, I’d record an episode of Jerry Springer. Way to go, MySpace.

So that’s that. I don’t want to be associated with the trash that the majority of MySpace users now consist of. And I feel like I owe an apology to all the friends and family that I turned on to MySpace a few years ago. It really was a great concept at the time. Had I known it was going in the direction that it did, I never would have suggested it. I can only imagine that the other big social networking sites are heading the same direction. Facebook. Friendster. It’s just a matter of time.

Bottom line is, I’m too good for MySpace. And I know quite a few people on there who are too.

-Dave Q.

Seeing Hillary in HD made me lose sleep, too. And almost turned my hair white.

Yes folks, open season on all politicians is in full swing. :)

-Dave Q.

Just saw the new that Heath Ledger was found dead in his New York apartment. I don’t want to speculate, but from what I’ve read so far, looks like it was drugs.

Rest in peace, bro.

-Dave Q.

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