Archive for July, 2007
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Monday, July 23rd, 2007
I love Office Space. It’s one of my top twenty-five favorite movies probably higher, but I lack the energy to narrow it down further. The characters are absolute brilliance. The white hot light of burning magnesium resembles the flame of a B.I.C. lighter when placed next to a television with this film running. Now, after working in the cubed, beige confines of my own little office space, I only appreciate it more.
And that’s what makes this the funniest thing this side of a choch coming out of the Drink downtown only to fall face first off a curb. Those that edit film and I think I only know one that does can appreciate this, but if you’ve seen the greatness that is Office Space you’ll at least smirk. I’ll even throw out a money-back guarantee.*
*This is a free blog. If you are paying to view this clip I will need detailed information of your provider in order to milk that bastard for the money I’m owed. If, otherwise, you are so idiotic as to request a refund, I will immediately remove you from my life completely. I think it only fair.
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Friday, July 20th, 2007
…what? were you thinking folgers? I don’t drink coffee. Either should you. Can I go on? are you sure? Jeez, okay…
Thanks to ad age for giving me a good laugh so early in my day. Looks like it’ll be a good Friday. Check out the ad here i don’t know for sure if it’ll still be live (dodge is on the prowl), but search dodge nitro ad and look for one involving a dog and then i have two questions:
- Who would think this is appropriate, European or otherwise?
- How did this somehow miss any number of approvals before being released?
Chrysler Group is investigating the advertisement’s origin. So they contract a company and create a campaign, but then leave it up to the agency to release the ads as they see fit? Doesn’t sound right. Or maybe that’s how it works once you get higher in the game. Seems to me that most corporations want to at least see the advertisements each and every one of them before they become public. Well, at least someone in the corporation.
So if someone did, and let it ride, that person is obviously destined for basking in the yellow glow of eternal hellfire, or at least a discreet and compensated firing of the more bureaucratic variety. And, if they didn’t, Chrysler is the most trusting idiot of the corporate world. That’s just is your run-of-the-mill light-a-firecracker-next-to-gasoline stupidity. Someone from Chrysler has a job keeping their brand consistent, and if no one has that responsibility maybe that job went when Mercedes bolted then the entire company should shy away from marketing. Completely.
This has about as much impact on my life as a puddle of seagull shit on the deck of the Titanic on the 14th of april, but that’s what makes it hilarious. I don’t condone the electrocution of any animal, even ones I eat no matter how delicious, but you have to laugh when someone lets an ad through the cracks as epically inappropriate and hate-mail-friendly as this one. Cheers to Chrysler and their unnamed European agency. May you keep up the good work in all aspects.
And mad props for not mentioning mileage it’s about 22 on the freeway when frying man’s best friend. That would have been poor marketing.
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Thursday, July 19th, 2007
The day of purchase grows nigh. I’ve narrowed it down to two choices: the H.P. dv9500t and the Dell inspiron1721. The macbook pro costs a grand more than either of them. A grand in savings is worth the half inch thickness, one pound weight, and .4ghz core 2 duo processing speed that i’ll have to sacrifice. I’ll use that extra grand to buy people i don’t like 2-for-1 lapdances with the fuglies at the vu. I’m sure they’ll enjoy it. That’s one reason i don’t like them.
So the comparisons are tight. The only differences lie in the H.P. having more battery and a core 2 duo processor. Oh, and one year less of support. The price difference, after customizations and factoring out shipping/taxes/fees otherwise, is about $80. I’m still looking, but something tells me H.P. is pulling into the lead on this one. Only a couple other people to check with and some funds to transfer before i order up a new toy.
And for those keeping track, yes, this is the second hat trick of the week. I’ve been only mildly productive otherwise.
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Thursday, July 19th, 2007
I was reading a blog* today that has me thinking not hard mind you; I get headaches. When reading blogs, thought rarely sparks beyond humorous insight or strange ponderings from the dilbert creator. But this one is different. One: I know her and have actually prepare to piss yourself spent time with her in the real world, in person, face-to-face i’ll pause to let you quickly change…. And two: it’s just a sweet summation of her time while she’s abroad.
The fish out of water blog mannerisms are apparent, but yet slightly different. She doesn’t poke fun at the differences and sometimes even eludes to a deeper perspective. Overall there’s a sense of exploration and intent instead of some of the usual happenstance reactions. It also tweaks my inquisitive strings.
Lately I’ve been contemplating travel. I’ve always enjoyed being elsewhere a loaded word, considering, but I won’t go into that. I don’t like being uncomfortable, but don’t like being settled. Only now because of some transitions of late do I have close to the necessary freedom to partake in such things. Previously I was either too broke, too scared, or too lazy.
It’s not necessarily a new perspective. Everything I own would fit into a small U-Haul with room to spare; my dvds, cds what’s left of them, and computer are all in portable cases. I’ve decided against the desktop in favor of the portable lapbook for the new buy. I’ve started documenting more with the blogs, spreadsheets, and cameras in an effort to create a backup system of sorts to my unreliable neurons.
The desire to be materially mobile has been there, but it’s become more fervent. That may be a reason why I enjoy the posts so much. While I barely know her technically, the blog and its perspective are a fun read in a different way than zfs! is a fun read obviously.
Soon, I have the trip to L.A. to enjoy some time away. After that, I have friends to visit in D.C. and New Zealand. I have places I want to see in arizona, portland, new york, and abroad. But also, I have a strong desire to move international. I would prefer because it falls in line with my complete lack of effort in everything else to stick to english-speaking parts, but i’m open-minded.
I think I just need some time to decide for myself whether or not this is the greatest country, not just the richest. I don’t feel I fit in here. I don’t have enough stuff. I don’t want stuff. I use interweb networks rather than rely on them. To be honest, I think it boils down to finding a place where not wanting unnecessary things doesn’t have such a dramatic isolating effect it could, of course, be my delightful personality, granted.
I’ll need a motivating factor. I’ll need something to push me. I don’t know what it is, but it’s been proven almost exhaustively that I have the self-motivation of a squirrel. I need something or someone to kick the engine into gear. To date, my wants have never outweighed my rationale of either economic or social constraints. That is, in part, why I admire her. In my case, thou dost protest too much, but at least I can read and to a small extent live vicariously.
* for now, the blog will be a vague concept because I neither have permission to link to it, nor a desire to. some of you may already be privy to the blog, but the rest of you can extrapolate your own conclusions of the posts therein.
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Thursday, July 19th, 2007
The night was fun, though probably more awkward funny than anything else imagining the hoof tap; no one knows what i’m talking about. Mostly because bachelor’s not much of a drinker, strippers generally make anyone feel odd, and he’d never been to the shouthouse before it can be rough for a first-timer. But, aside from the typical my-drink-must-have-been-laced-with-drain-o digestional unease, getting to work a bit late, and some library late fees that will need to be attended to, it was a solid eve.
We started out with burgers at the Bulldog. This was an awesome idea. I had the good morning burger. It consisted of a burger, american cheese, ham, and a fried egg on an english muffin. It was messy as hell, but if love were edible, it’d likely come in the form of a good morning burger. We also had some cask beer bell something-or-other; doesn’t matter that was dece, but not great.
Dejá Vu is just as classy as i’d imagined. who brings a fanny pack to a strip club? seriously? I was not necessarily uncomfortable, but i’m not a fan. Not because the girls themselves make me uneasy; I’m all for naked girls. Cheers and all that. But there are two issues: I’m not working to see it in fact, they are and I can’t do anything with it. There’s no gratification of having your cake and eating it too yes; I went there. Half the fun is convincing someone that they’re better off unclothed. But I did get to see a lot of the twins game, which was unfortunate.
I must ask though, who goes on a wednesday early eve to a strip club alone. That has to be the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever seen. As far as i’m concerned, strip joints are porn with a guilt trip. It’s a fantastic combination, but it’s best confronted with a group. again, don’t bring a fucking fanny pack; it’s shady; and it warns others of your social retardation like a lighthouse warns of the shore; a beacon of lame, if you will.
From there it was past the aquatennial parade to the shouthouse. With all the folk downtown for one reason or another it was pretty packed for so early. I traded time between fish and the regulars who were there and the bachelor party. In going to the shouthouse you should be sure and plan the group accordingly. Either all members should be new to 80s night, or there should be more veterans than newbies. It’s important because it takes some adjustment unless you have the right push especially if the masses have a few dollar beers under their collective belts.
But bachelor took it in stride and seemed to very much enjoy himself. He even got on stage for one of the celebratory mocking numbers. And followed through with gestures and a dance number. He owned it which made me wish I had picked up the digicam a few days sooner and was easily the funniest victim of the eve.
The bachelor party headed to seville, but i’d seen enough tots on the eve say what?. I proceeded to drink more than I meant to and scream off pitch and out of tune along with shitty 80s songs and yes, they played “jessie’s” and “josie”. I caught the rail entirely too late.
But I caught it just in time to share a car with a pack of douche in full force. They were so impressed with themselves for talking to girls that they were floating in a sticky ooze of inflated self-worth. They had the balls at one stop to make rude gestures including one completely shitfaced ‘kingpin landlord’ and pretending to pull down a shirt to expose tots through the window toward some girls across the tracks. Then, after the girls flicked them off and ineffectually shouted back at them, decided that the girls were bitches and scoffed at them.
Sometimes the idiocy of my own gender catches me off guard and I already have no respect for any stranger with testicles to the point that my only reaction is to laugh uncontrollably. Which I did. All the way back to the lakehouse. I could think of no better way to cap off the night.