Have the house to myself (well, the kids are here, but they’re in school during the day) until Friday night while my wife is in Minneapolis.
I’m thinking major beer blowout – Thursday morning 7:30 am sharp…out by 2pm.
Everyone knows those are the best drinking hours. If all goes well we can do it again on Friday.
Anyone? Anyone? Hey, where are you all going!?
Sigh.
Please obey all posted speed limits.
Thank you.
I’m married, so I don’t need the pick-up line, but I wonder if it’d get me laid:
“The weatherman isn’t calling for snow, but I see 6 inches coming your way tonight.”
(for the record, I picked “six” for the cadence of the sentence, a two syllable “seven” doesn’t flow as correctly and “eight” just sounds like drunken bragging – better to underpromise and overdeliver)
I was eating a bowl of soup and I got caught between a swallow and a sneeze. I almost choked to death and soup came out of my nose at intergalactic speed.
Ok. That didn’t really happen, but I did just eat a bowl of soup and considered the swallow/sneeze scenario while doing so. Close enough, right?
The local CBS station has webcams set up all around town. This one is almost exactly a mile from my house. They rotate the cam from time to time so it’s not always the same view.
What I’d really like is a “Where Are They Now” follow-up.
I’m not in the mood to rant right now so I’m going to skip all the rhetoric and just get to the point – I officially believe we’ve become a society of overthinkers. (World of overthinkers? Overthinkers as a people?)
We need more doing and less thinking.
As corny as it sounds, Nike had it right – Just fucking do it, already.
Life isn’t that hard. Go with the flow. Don’t overthink it. Just do it.
I actually read this article a while back and after I stumbled across it tonight, I decided to share.
Cover songs have always been about the essential task of salvaging originality from the act of imitation, but Wan Covers seek their originality by conceding authority to the originals, as if surrender somehow substitutes for impudence, and a self-conscious servility were somehow enough. It doesn’t, and it’s not.
What’s harder to tolerate, however, are covers that amount to a kind of special pleading — cringing, abject covers that are the collective song of the first generation of musicians who probably won’t be able to outdo their elders and so don’t want to try.
Like, for real?
I’m currently sketching out storyboards and fleshing out ideas for the first ever Lord Gonchar broadcast television holiday special.
I’m using the working title of “Christmas Up Your Ass” mostly because it rolls easily off the tongue and has a nice cadence. Then I figure I’ll just rip off Metallica’s “Metal Up Your Ass” graphic and poorly photshop the hand and dagger into a clip art christmas tree since it already sort of has the “glowing star on top” thing going on.
Man, it’s 5am. I need to go to bed…
…and just in case I don’t get a chance to say it again, “Merry Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) everyone!”
G’night.
Just one look at this countdown traffic light and you know it’s a great idea. A progress bar on a stop light? We’re on board with that. Besides alleviating frustration, designer Damjan Stankovi? sees his idea saving energy…
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It’s funny how the mind works. I would not have remembered this product, let alone the commercial, on my own accord if I lived to be 106. But as soon as I saw the first few seconds of this commercial, it all flooded back to me and I not only vividly remembered these, but also knew the commercial almost word for word (note for note?). I’d have been like 5 or 6 back when this ad ran.
I find the fact that the mind works that way pretty fascinating.
Who knew that a Time Warner DVR would afford someone such power?
With my wife and daughter out of town, my son and I are playing it lazy on a beautiful late summer day – like laying around on the couch lazy. Laying around on the couch watching “Josie and the Pussycats” on Universal HD lazy. Yeah, the movie from 2001, not the old cartoons.
So one of the commercials that runs grabs my attention for it’s silliness. It’s a Franklin Mint commercial selling the set of all 50 state quarters in uncirculated condition. First thing that struck me about the commercial was the sales angle of having people talk about times in the past when they had thought about purchasing something because they had a weird instinct that it was valuable, but passed and regretted it and then flipping that into a reason to hurry up and buy the quarters set.
On top of that they mention several times that some of these coins have appreciated in value up to 400%! Yes, the math on that says some of these coins are worth up to $1. Woo!
And as a minor note they also mention at one point that less than 1% of all Americans will have a set of all 50 quarters like this. Again, the math on that tells us that around 3,000,000 people will have a set like this.
On top of that, the damn thing was like 4 or 5 minutes long. I looked for it online, but only found a couple of shorter, edited spots. Really, the long version is a gem in it’s suckiness. Do watch if you come across it.
Then a few breaks later a slap chop commercial begins, but suddenly starts stuttering and breaks into an Auto-Tuned, remixed masterpiece of musical infomercial proportions. Turns out the thing has been circulating the internet forever and I’d just managed to escape it’s greatness. It got so hot that the Slap Chop folks realized they could run it and get a better reaction than the original commerical, I suppose.
Here is the version running on TV and here is the original.
The only difference is the extra footage. Apparently they couldn’t clear the clips from Breakin’ for the TV airing so they substitued really generic footage of a people (including someone in a rabbit suit) dancing. Quite frankly, I prefer the generic footage to the Breakin’ footage. If you have seen these, watch them now. I can’t get enough of it.
Now someone just needs to remix the Franklin Mint commercial and my world will be complete.
Nudge Nudge Wink Wink
Not sure why I’m hearing things differently lately, but another homophone popped in my head a few minutes ago – a musical one this time.
I jumped in the car to run some Netflix movies to the post office mail drop so that they’d go out tomorrow (yes at 1am) and the station that the radio was on is doing one of those “80 hours of 80’s” things that radio stations across the country do on holiday weekends. The song on the radio is Heart’s “How Can I Get You Alone” and immediately, “How Can I Get You A Loan?” pops in my head.
It made me chuckle.
Just got an email from YouTube that read in part:
Your video, Ignite The Night (Part 1), may have content that is owned or licensed by UMG.
Hmmm. Turns out part of the music for the show is the Supremes, “Stop In The Name Of Love” (right at 6:06 in the video) and now there is advertising shown in the sidebar on the page for that video as well as links to download the Supremes song and also an overlay ad for downloading the song.
Interesting.
I’m at the weird place in my head where I’ve been away from being regularly online for so long now that when I get online and start diving into the sites I normally do that it all seems so stupid and insignificant…and annoying. I still have like 5 days before things go back to semi-normal in real life, so fuck the online world. I’ll be checking in on an as-needed basis.
I even feel dumb for posting this.
This is a pretty awesome shirt:
