Showing posts with label from Planet JJ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label from Planet JJ. Show all posts

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Cell-phone hell


"I have no patience with the Luddite approach that says people don't want to use their mobile phones in-flight. You don't take a flight to contemplate your life in silence. Our services are not cathedral-like sanctuaries. Anyone who looks like sleeping, we wake them up to sell them things. We will be encouraging our passengers to make as many calls as possible because that will lower our costs and boost our revenues." Damn you, Michael O'Leary. Go rot in Hell, you babbling fool, you. I really need to go to Pitcairn now. But not on Ryanair.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Sunday, December 07, 2008

What Has JJ Wrought?


So, the English claim that the Italian game has gone bottoms up, and the teams are now just a bunch of divers, is all too true? No wonder Cristiano Ronaldo chose to play in the Prem.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Blabbering nabobs of positivism

JJ's heartthrob expounds on economics: That's why I say I, like every American I'm speaking with, we're ill about this position that we have been put in where it is the taxpayers looking to bail out. But ultimately, what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health-care reform that is needed to help shore up our economy, helping the -- it's got to be all about job creation, too, shoring up our economy and putting it back on the right track. So health-care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions and tax relief for Americans. And trade, we've got to see trade as opportunity, not as a competitive, scary thing. But one in five jobs being created in the trade sector today, we've got to look at that as more opportunity. All those things under the umbrella of job creation. This bailout is a part of that.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Jj says do as I say (not as I do)

tilting his laptop screen to just the right angle on his desk, and delicately folding a three-foot length of toilet paper over his erect penis in lieu of two tissues, since his Kleenex supply had been exhausted during an earlier masturbation session.

Hold the mayo