This blog is mostly dead now…

But you can follow the wacky antics on Twitter in real time at: https://twitter.com/RobBurman

I will try to post particularly good stuff on this blog, but for the most part tweets are the future.

Lil’ Jean Claude is magical

A bit old, but you probably haven’t seen it yet anyways.

Now the question is, are they all actually the same guy, or am I the only one who sees that?

Jim Mora Jr. is a Mongoloid

Down’s Syndrome

Since people with Down syndrome may have epicanthic folds, the condition was widely called “Mongol” or “Mongoloid Idiocy”^[48] John Langdon Down, for whom the syndrome was named, claimed in his book Observations on the Ethnic Classification of Idiots (1866), that the Mongol-like features represented an evolutionary degeneration when manifested in Caucasoids. The use of the term “Mongoloid” for racial purposes has therefore acquired negative connotations because of the connection with Down syndrome.

Castle Quote of the Week!

Last night:

Castle: I feel like I should walk around with a sign around my neck that say”I do not give head” (cunnilingus not fellatio, sorry fellas)

Me: You might as well change that sign to “I will not get head”

Have a Merry X-Mas!

Kind of creepy eh?

Found on Buzzfeed

The First Rule of Killing Mice

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MICE ARE BAD LUCK

• The first rule of the killing mice is – you do not talk about the blog.

• The second rule of the blog is – you DO NOT talk about the blog.
• Third rule of the blog, a mouse, goes limp, taps out, the blog is over. Fourth rule, only one mouse to a blog.
• Fifth rule, one blog at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes no blog.
• Seventh rule, blogs will go on as long as they have to.
• And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first viewing, you have to blog.

I don’t think the mice are going to fall for the glue traps…

So, moving into the apartment back at the beginning of November I soon discovered I was rooming with more then just Castle.  We had mice, now keep in mind that slovenly ways aside Castle was in part not to blame for this infestation.  He had been working for a campaign for several months and had been absent since mid-summer.  As this is an old building, and he had forgotten to close all the windows and such, the mice basically had the run of the place.  He had caught one, and I will spare you details as to how he went about dispatching it (hint, it took several days and a couple mouse traps).  But it is demonstrative of the fact that like many people Castle does not have any idea how to kill something, and when his attempts to do so are further evidence of his complete inability to recognize the suffering of others.  To sum up that section of this story I will just say that I instituted a policy of yelling at Castle about leaving any food out at all, and we got those ultrasonic pest removers, and it seems to have done the trick.

Until, I Castle found some tiny craps, and I spotted the little fucker running around the other night.  Either we have a deaf mouse or they have adapted.  Now, my efforts to borrow a cat, or rent one off of craigslist during the previous infestation failed, so Castle decided to get some glue traps.  While I applaud this proactive move on his part, I was a bit concerned that he had put no thought into dispatching our potential captives.  When I asked him how he planned to do this, his first answer was that he would just throw them in the trash, glue-trap and all.  I managed to convince him this was cruel, but from this point on his answers got funnier which is why I am bothering to post this in the first place.

I will put the mouse in a trash bag, surround it with cardboard, and then hit it with a hammer.

(messy, elaborate, and gross)

I will stick the mouses head in a regular mouse trap and set if off.

(who does that??)

I will drive the mouse to a bad part of town get, plant some drugs on it, and then shoot it in the head with a tiny pistol gangland style, make it look like a drug deal gone bad.

(I made that one up)

I eventually convinced him to just drown the little bastards in the toilet, but he was convinced it there would be too much splashing, at whch point I suggested that he flush first to make sure the mice didn’t get his craps dirty.  I feel this is an acceptable solution.  But luckily(?) we haven’t caught or seen any mice yet, so hopefully this problem resolves itself without a tiny murder on Castle’s hands.

What would you do about mice?

This has absolutely nothing to do with Castle at all

But it makes me so happy, especially with the inclusion of the special guest star at the end.

Castle Poll of the Week

There is nothing gay about watching the Wizard of Oz with your roomate on a Saturday night…