There are so many intelligent and articulate people covering the hard-hitting
issues in our country these days, that I felt it was my duty to cover the
rather inconsequential bullshit that tends to make up the vast majority of
our lives. Actually, I'll just be griping a lot which, if you weren't aware,
doubles as a synonym for complaining, and as a descriptor for
a sharp pain in the bowels.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Bills Bills Bills

No, I'm not talking about Destiny's Child, I'm talking about Marshawn Lynch and company. As I type, the Bills are on their way to starting the season 4-0, and if you've been following the Bills at all, that hasn't happened in a while. It's tough following the Bills, and not just because they so frequently lose heartbreaker games, they just don't get a lot of airtime when you live in the New York [City] metro area. So I suppose I can be thankful for the internet providing me viewing access rather than sitting watching a box score update that gives me no real idea about the flow of the game.

I'm actually not that huge of a football fan, at least when you compare me to a lot of my friends. I used to be a sports fanatic, embracing the lazy Sunday especially, but I have to admit my general sports knowledge has fallen off precipitously, though I am doing my best to get back into it. In unrelated news, this is one of the more hilarious articles/potential criminal charges I've seen.

I can't recall whether I actually managed to post about it, but advertisers and TV execs are in my head, musically at least. It's as if they have access to my playlists. The most recent surprise spotting, a horrendous cover of Morrissey's Everyday is Like Sunday in an NFL commercial. It's not as if I think I am the only person listening to songs like this, I just find the timing to be interesting. This would be better corroborated with additional musicological evidence, but the other references I had were old and if I managed to write them down, I have no idea where they would be. Actually, bam, just confronted by another example, The Silversun Pickups in a Chevy commercial. Appears I'm just a bit too mainstream.

This post sucks. Happy 5769 just a bit early to all the Jews. Borai P'ree Ha-Gofen!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Fringe and Product Reviews

Freshly returned from a trip to the bay area out in California, my body is still a little out of whack. So it was that when I got home from work tonight I really had the desire to just watch some boobtube. Unfortunately I also decided to run, so it got pretty late and though I caught the end of House, I mostly had to settle for Fringe, aka shitty X-Files. The acting was the opposite of top-notch and all it left me thinking was that I wish I wasn't so lazy and instead just popped in an early X-Files DVD.

A couple of weeks ago I decided to sample the [relatively] new Three Musketeers with mint bar. Though I've really lost my taste for candy bars over the years, I still feel the need to sample new entrants to market. I have to say, that I was met with disappointment here as it basically amounts to a poor man's Peppermint Pattie. That said, I don't know what I could really have been expecting, except maybe the delicious texture of Musketeers' nougat with a hint of mint. But alas, I am not head of candy bar design.

In successful and delicious candy news I opted for some gummy bears on my flight home. Now I am often excited by the prospect of gummy bears, but frequently disappointed with the execution as texture is nearly as important as taste in such matters. Well "Snak Club" brand got it done. I may even try to order them up wholesale, where I believe there are two for a dollar as compared to the airport terminal $3.99. But as good or better than the gummy bears themselves was a note, under the ingredients that states "Product of U.S.A. or Mexico or Brazil or Czech Republic or China or Indonesia." Awesome.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Pieces of Me

I have been an extra poppy mood of late, so when Ashlee Simpson's "Pieces of Me" came on my iPod on my run this morning, I was pretty stoked. Unfortunately there is a fine line between catchy pop and shitty pop, and there is of course shitty catchy pop and catchy shitty pop, any maybe none of these are really any different but, alas, I digress.

With Ashlee bumping through my headphones, it got me thinking about "accidentally pregnant" celebrities. I can't drag up too many names right now, but Ashlee and Jamie-Lynn Spears come to mind, and I'm only mildly ashamed that I know that off the top of my head. Anyway, the pill. Do celebrities not take birth control? Are they worried it will make them fat? Is it 99% effective for regular citizens, but less so for celebrities? None of these are good questions, but I haven't got time for good questions, I've got a train and a plane to catch. California, here we come...
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