The “I know you’re gay because…” commercials are only funny if they’re, you know, clever, and not depressingly moronic. whatever two annoying teeny pop-culture kids you dragged up in front of the camera prior to the inevitable fading of their already dim stars may have done outside of this, your creative team managed to make them into clowns. Useless, lame, boring, unimaginative clowns. If there is justice in the world, every time this ad airs DSi sales will plummet to zero, and the people involved in making it will be eventually killed by rabid hamsters. That’s not a lot to ask is it?

This guy’s name has made me laugh for years.

does anyone honestly believe that the last boom wasn’t primarily driven by fraud? from little frauds originating with homeowners, agents, appraisers, and inspectors, to big frauds perpetrated by guys like Madoff et al, then the REALLY big frauds thrown down by AIG, Lehman, etc.?
Do you really believe this whole thing wasn’t a fucking lie? Cuz it sure looks like a lie, and it sure looks like us poor shitheads are going to pay for it. Welcome to capitalism!

On 11% stout. With a pirate flag on it. On an empty stomach. Oh my.

You should listen to what I tell you to listen to. It’s the law. You don’t want to break the law do you?

…And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead…
Will You Smile Again For Me?

Close the door and drift away
into a sea of uncertainty
where all your hopes and dreams
have faded out of reach.
Remember all the bad dreams
are not far from reality.
Would you write again for me?

(Let me whisper something in your ear).

And you awake and there you are
not far off from the line before.
And just how long did it take
for you to understand
where your feelings stopped and writing began?
Convince yourself to take control
play to the hilt this unlikely role.

Remember all the bad dreams
are not far from reality.
Will you write again for me?
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And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don’t want to then you
could at least pretend
that the paper’s your sould and
the blood’s in the pen.
And maybe then you’d see the light
and read the truth, that you had to write.

If heaven sent you downstream
where banished eyes haven’t been
would you smile again for me?
You misread your fate line
had long run out ahead of time.
Would you write again for me?

And you awake and there you are
not far off from the line before.
And just how long did it take
for you to understand
where the feeling stopped and the writing began?
Convince yourself to take control
play to hilt this unlikely role.

If heaven sent you downstream
where banished eyes haven’t been
would you smile again for me?

Stupid on wheels

I really shouldn’t have pounded this latte while waiting on hold. Now I have to tinkle.