Archive for Well Organized Ideas

First Check Drug Test Kit

The tempest of black fog in your head slowly dissipates and you begin to piece together where you are and what’s been going on.

It’s 2:23am and all the furniture in your apartment has been overturned or moved. Mirrors, family photos and curios you once cherished have all been shattered. Cluttered counters are now naked. There’s a hole in the drywall left behind by the coffee mug you dodged just in time. You’re under the kitchen table.

Gasp! Suddenly you remember your $3000 flatscreen TV! Read more

Albert Einstein Commands You To “Shout At The Devil!”

A few weeks ago I saw an Albert Einstein quotation meme make the rounds on Facebook. And oh, how delightfully profound it was!

Everything is energy and that's all there is to it.  Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality.  It can be no other way.  This is not philosophy.  This is physics. ~Albert Einstein.


Ooh, well, la-di-daaa! Albert Einstein?! Physics, not philosophy?! You mean I was wrong? Shit! Thank you, enlightened Facebook friend for posting that quote!


I guess if you can find a super-smart guy saying the thing you already believe, you can really show everybody how stupid they are for not Read more

Fish… Bacon?!



Sorry Philippines, this will never, ever satisfy a bacon craving. Nope. Never, ever. Not even during the obligatory zombie apocalypse.


[c] 2012 Russ of America





On your last day at work, you’re allowed to try out some those great ideas you had all year long.


No one knows how Sofahenge was built. Some suspect the intervention of the great wizard Merlin, some believe the Druids constructed elaborate ramps and levers to raise this mysterious structure. Yet a small, but growing faction believe it was the work of one man, who happened to be insanely strong for his height, age, and occupation.


[c] 2012 Russ of America  


Not The Best Brekkie Burrito Ever



I asked for a breakfast burrito with salchicha (sausage,) and got this evil, monkey-like monstrosity with hot dogs.


Why do they even *have* hot dogs at a Mexican restaurant?


And why did I eat the entire thing?


Shame on everybody involved!


[c] 2012 Russ of America


Eazy-E vs William Shakespeare

“I look you dead in the eye,
Then I spit.
I tell you to your face,
Punk, you ain’t shit!'”
– Eazy-E / Two Hard Muthas


“I do defy him,
And I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward
And a villain!”
– William Shakespeare / King Richard II


I wish I could remember the name of the person who first brought this bizarre parallel to my attention, but I can’t. However, I first learned of it circa 1996, so I’ve been aware of it for at least a decade and a half, and I’ve always appreciated the intellect that was able to bring these two circles together in this weird hip-hop/literature Venn diagram. Thanks, stranger! And honestly, if you’re looking for something to punch up your cardio workout, I’m gonna suggest you go with Eazy-E. If you’re looking for something to make your hips and/or brain bigger, go with Shakespeare.




[c] 2012 Russ of America


Sigh… I’m Doing Okay, I Guess…

Oh for fuck’s sake, when someone asks you, “Hey man, how ya doin’?!” would you *pleeeease* stop sighing and whining about how BLEHHH you are?


When someone asks you how you’re doing, in that fraction of a second that it takes you to think of which one of your bullshit woes you want to complain about, you should Read more

The Old Lady At The Gun Store

Instead of hurrying up with her purchase so that *I* could be helped with my purchase of bullets, because I’m all about ME ME ME and was in a real rush to get my hollow-point ammunition, a petite, dotty older lady at the gun store told the clerk a rambling story about how she’s Read more

How To Make An Origami Magic Ball



Mark my words: The journey to beauty begins with a complete waste of my motherfucking time.



Here’s a link to the video, should you actually wish to make one of these. :D



[c] 2011 Russ of America


Beatrice Likes Her Some Fuckin’ Hats!

Could This Be Beatrice?!



“But mummy, which one’s *my* hat?”
“It’s the one with your name on it, love.”
“It’s the one with your name on it.”
“Then is my name Peterbilt?”
“No dear, it’s Beatrice!”
“Then is my name Heineken or Green Day?”
“No dear, it’s Beatrice!”
“Then is my name Von Dutch or San Diego Padres?”
“No dear, it’s Beatrice!”
“Well then which one’s *my* hat, mummy?!” <stamps foot>
“<sigh> Just take the ugliest fucking hat, princess.”



We’re We're Beatrice! !!



[c] 2011 Russ of America
Image stolen from


Chevy Chase

If I had a time machine, I’d change my name to Chevy Chase. Then I’d travel back in time to a 1970s taping of Saturday Night Live. And when the news updates began, and Chevy Chase quipped, “I’m Chevy Chase and you’re not” I’d leap to my feet and scream at the top of my lungs, “You wanna bet, Chevy Chase?! I *am* Chevy Chase!” And I’d run onto the set with my ID and I’d show him. And he’d sit there looking all flummoxed and embarrassed because he was wrong, and then the crowd would applaud and cheer “Bravo!” and I’d be a hero, immortalized forever in the annals of television’s most awesome events!


Then I’d travel back to now, and change this blog post to read, “Remember when I time-traveled to the ’70s and made Chevy Chase my bitch?”



[c] 2010 Russ of America


Late Night Laundry

Did you ever pass out, then wake up an hour later, realize that you left a load of laundry in the washing machine and that you’ve gotta wait another hour for the dryer to finish drying the clothes because you don’t want wrinkles, so you have to stay up while the dryer dries so you don’t forget to get it, and then you pass out again and wake up at 5 in the morning and go out to the dryer and your clothes are dry and totally cold and you stuff them into a bag and get them back to your house and dump them on the couch and haphazardly spread them out so they don’t wrinkle, but it’s too fucking late because your clothes are totally wrinkled and you’re tired and ready to pass out but you know you’ll never get a good night’s sleep because of all that laundry shit and all the other stress in your life but on top of it your clothes are wrinkled too?! Yeah, that happened to me again tonight.



[c] 2010 Russ of America


Frustrating Hilarity: Infant Tee Ball

I attended my Bebbeboo’s nephew’s Tee-Ball game a few weeks ago. The team was comprised of kids 4-7yrs old. I don’t know how to describe the experience other than as “frustrating hilarity”.


One tee-ball kid was OCDing over a patch of dirt. I’m pretty sure that he was sorting pebbles alphabetically. Every time my eyes would check up on him, it was obvious that he had zero interest in the game that was going on around him. His dispassion fueled lengthy debates about his commitment to the sport and triggered arguments speculating as to his ability to perform the sport. At some point, because of his intent gaze and furious digging, I became certain that he Read more

Fuck Silver Lake


3 minutes 46 seconds. (3.45 megabytes)


Features samples of:
Lenny Bruce – Don’s Big Dago
James Brown – The Boss
Average White Band – Pick Up the Pieces


[INTRO – Lenny Bruce]
Culture changes wherever you go…
Los Angeles…
And very innocently too.
You’ll see big signs.
And think nothing of that kind of a sign.
Now I picture a poor guy who was raised in Los Angeles;
“Ya bastard!” >POP!<


Verse 1 (a la Eminem pastiche)
Fuck Silver Lake,
There’s disease in your wake.
Please give but don’t take
And honor the sake of the residents.
‘Cause that’s why Read more

The War On Terror

I was reading an article on today and I made the mistake of browsing the comment section. Some dude posted, “There is no compromise with any Terrorist organization until they are fully eliminated from the world, then we can have a peaceful life.” [sic] I assume that he wrote these words with a straight face. There is no doubt in my mind that the poster believes it is possible to remove all terrorist organizations from the world.


Cool. So how does that belief system work exactly? How do you fight terror? With guns? If someone’s terrorizing you, and you go kill them with guns, aren’t you terrorizing them back? Haven’t you now doubled the terror in the world? Before you rage on me, you should know that I’m just processing the argument literally. I’m not placing a value judgment on revenge, because hey, I think revenge is pretty awesome. I often practice something I call “pre-venge” in anticipation of you screwing me over. So like if I have a reasonable belief that you’re about to do something uncool to me, I might pre-venge you by doing something uncool first in order to prevent you from doing it to me. A-HA! Tactics!


Terror is an emotion, like anger or hate. No matter what progress you make, there’s always some yahoo who’s angry at something or who hates something. Like me. I hate lots of things. The smell of puppies is a good example; I hate the smell of puppies. Puppies are fun, puppies are cute, but I hate the way they smell — bitter and dirty. It’s not a rational hatred like the hatred of western civilization, but it’s a hatred nonetheless. So how do you fight an irrational hatred? Yeah, you could force me to attend puppy odor sensitivity classes or you could bomb my house, but does that solve the problem? There’s always going to be someone out there who hates the smell of puppies.


What the hell was I talking about?



[c] 2010 Russ of America