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Another cold-ass Friday in the hood. But here I sit, high above the mucky muck. Waiting anxiously for this weekend, with all its intrigues, to begin. In the meantime, I'll be practicing my inward singing.
The winners of "Bush in 30 Seconds" , a political advertising contest, have been announced. The non-profit group of the same name with a judging panel that consisted of, among others, Jack Black, Margaret Cho, Al Franken and Michael Stipe, challenged Americans to create a 30 second commercial that would "engage and enlighten viewers and help them understand the truth about George Bush."
Creatively, I have to say most of the spots suck, but the message is right on. Plus, they're educational. So, if you don't know why you should vote Democrat in the upcoming Presidential elections, check out the winners and finalists.
Still from Finalist "If the Bush Administration Was Your Roommate"
From Adrants
My friends and I went to see Big Fish on Sunday and I had been wondering how far ahead it was from Lord of the Rings in box office sales, cuz if it was like thirty bucks, I'd feel like I really did something with my Sunday. But turns out, I only saw a crappy flick, ate Thai food, and took a nap.
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BloggingWhenBloggingWasn'tCool (3:26:46 PM): it crashed yesterday from all the hits it took
ABigFatWasteofTime (3:26:52 PM): shut up
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Get on this guy's drunk dial phone list:
"What do you do when you get drunk? JR plays music really loud. Some people get mean. ...I drunk dial everyone I know... Since SprintPCS sucks balls...they fuckin' erased all my numbers. and you may know i'm a professional wrestler/consultant...have you heard my theme song. i forget what it is, but when they announce me, JR plays this one song...i don't know what it is. anyway, Sprint sucks, eh... So i only have five numbers in my cell phone now and i've already drunk dialed them yesterday...So...if any one wants to be added to my drunk dial list, please email me your phone number and i will add it to my list of folks to harass after hours."
I don't ordinarily link to stories on Gawker since you've probably already read them, but I just had to register my horror at a story mentioned there yesterday from Sunday's New York Post. The Wedding Planners , reports on the supposed growing trend of young women bucking the workplace for motherhood in a backlash against the previous generation. Is there no end to the current administration's neo-McCarthy influence on our young people? I mean, first we all stand idly by while they reduce reproductive rights in numerous states and now this:
"Shannon (not her real name), 24, is going for her Ph.D, but her life plan revolves around marriage and raising kids. She and her boyfriend, who works in finance, plan to wed in the next two years - and have two kids before she turns 30. She wants a life without stress - and expects her husband to provide all the material trappings. "I want to give my kids everything they want, and take them on vacations," she says, adding that her own wish list includes "nice jewelry and clothes."
Two kids, no stress? Spoken like a twenty-four year old. You go girl.
As seen on Gawker, Charlotte York MacDougal Goldenblatt Fantasy Island
This weekend I finally got it together to buy the relatively new Young Ones box set which, as the title suggests, features Every Stoopid Episode . For those of you not familiar, The Young Ones was a groundbreaking, (extremely weird, even by today's standards), British sitcom that aired from 1982-1984. Here in the States, (as far as I know), it first aired on Mtv circa 1985, which is when I first saw it and fell in love. It was written and performed by a group of comedians from England's alternative comedy scene and centers around four college roommates who share a house in North London, but never go to class--Rick the Anarchist, Vyvyan the Punk, Neil the Hippie, and slick Mike the capitalist entrepreneur. The four guys basically spend all their time arguing, beating the shit out of each other and, oh yeah, managing to get some of the coolest British bands of the day, (Madness, Nine Below Zero, Motorhead, The Damned to name a few), to perform in their house. Plus, future and then superstars such as Emma Thompson, Terry Jones of Monty Python, and Jennifer Saunders of Absolutely Fabulous (who went on to marry Vyvyan in real life), guest star.
Madness perform in front of the guys' house and then proceed to beat the crap out of each other with their instruments.
