WTFuck is it with Radio Shack and their goddamn batteries?

April 23, 2010 at 1:11 pm (Blogroll, News)


Radio Shack used to be the nerds haven for all the crap that we used to purchase to make robots, electronic dice, speaker and dancing light controllers, etc.  Now, the only fucking thing they seem to want to do is sell you their fucking batteries!

I go into a local Radio Shit store (sorry, you’re earning that title) to find a replacement DSL modem power adapter and/or a new DSL modem for my brother.  Simple request right?  Either you have it or you don’t or know how to fix it.  As soon as we determine they do not have what we need, they start pushing us to buy some batteries all the way to the front door — literally chasing us down like some power starved battery junkies that really need a fix.

Radio Shit — listen:  I/We don’t need your stinking batteries.  Fuck, I can buy batteries at 7-11 so what the fuck makes yours so special?  Your price is not any lower and if I really need a battery fix, I’ll purchase the hundred pack at Costco for half what you charge.  Stop turning your sales people into Alkaline Juice Pushers and let them do what they do best, being nerds that help nerds.

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Discovery channels Mythbusters forum in one word: SUCKS

March 23, 2010 at 3:46 pm (Blogroll, News)


As much as I enjoy our Mythbusters show, Adam, and Jamie, their forum for people to post suggested myths is the worst forum on the internet.  The forum software they are using, Social Strata, looks like a high school computer calls cobbled it together on a summer school project.  Yet, that is not the worst of it, it’s fan based nimrods that troll the site are the most obnoxious ASSHOLES on the planet.

If you want to have some fun, just post a message and wait a day for the little trolls to come out and start belittling the poster.  No answers, no HI Welcome to the site, no information, just a bunch of dweebs setting in their moms basement masturbating to Kid Rock videos, eating Twinkies, and trolling posters to tell them they’re stupid.

It’s such a shame that Discovery allows such ASSHOLES to taint the reputation of Adam and Jamie’s show by not banning the ASSWIPES.

Mythbusters, I love ya, ASSHOLE FORUM FUCKERS, I hate ya and you can suck my ass.

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Wired magazine can stuff their surveys in my Christmas turkey’s ass.

December 7, 2009 at 8:45 pm (Blogroll, News) (, , , )


I subscribe to Wired magazine for several years now.  When I first signed up (several years ago), I opted in the email notices (fool I am).   After some emails that were ether borderline spam and some that were almost news, I started getting emails to take an important survey that would help them decide on “some big changes”.  Great!  They asked ME for some feedback — love the magazine and would be happy to help in a small way.  So, click and into survey — what’s your email address?  How old are you?  Male/female?  State?  etc.  then “click”.     “Sorry, you don’t match our demographic for this survey.  Thank You!

What!  That was sweet, don’t even blow me a kiss ya pricks!

So, I unsubscribe to emails “CLICK”

Well, now a few years later and I’ve forgotten, stupidly when renewing my subscription I clicked the “email news letters” option — fool that I am AGAIN.

Today, I get the email from Wired to ME asking for my help in shaping the new front page of Wired Magazine — hot fucking fantastic.

You know the routine — click, click, to the curb you low life piece of turd sandwich — not even a whole turd sandwich, just a piece.

Unsubscribe “CLICK!!!!!!!!”

Listen you marketing assholes that do these fucking surveys.  If you’re looking for a certain “DEMOGRAPHIC”, then state the “DEMOGRAPHIC” before someone clicks on your stupid little “project”.    Otherwise, I can only assume this is a backhanded way of collecting “DEMOGRAPHIC” information based on email accounts — you know you little shits, so you can sell it to other companies.  FUCK your SURVEYS Wired Magazine!  That’s you Conde’ Nast…

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