I wouldn’t want to be them bitches for all the money in the world.
So, most of you clever and worldly JCiD readers probably know about this but I was thinking about it today and laughing out loud. Basically, Pizza Hut had some agency attempting to come up with hip ads for the pizza they made with all the cheese in the crust (WTHF?). Anyway, they tried to be cool and hired Ween.
So Dean Ween and Jean Ween created a total of six after repeated rejections. I believe this was their 5th…
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Then on the final submission (and I’m not 100% sure this is true, but I’m not the effing news) they submitted this one…
8 years later and it still makes me crack up.
This morning in the land of farmer Dracula, I saw my first giant truck with a Get-R-Done bumper sticker. This surprised me as I’ve been here for over 6 weeks. I could’ve sworn it’d be spelled Get-ER-Dun or something so it didn’t look like a hillbilly pirate is saying it.
This shocking information comes via a recent study by the statistic minded, statistic gatherers and compilers of the top secret organization known as the CENSUS BUREAU (yes, like the furniture, I didn’t believe it either until I found they have a website proving they’re a legitimate organization).
Unlike the image that we all share of happy workers, working hard today like the ones below in the multiculturally diverse, business looking stock photo; FaceBook users are actually more likely to be wearing a frown than an unnatural smile and breakaway Dockers while standing in a triangular flight formation.
The remaining 2% of FaceBook users may or may not be happy to be working today. It’s difficult to tell as they are currently posting the food they are, or plan on eating, the bowel movement they recently parted with, the Cuban gangster they just killed or something political that they cut and pasted from a junk email from their cousin’s idiot girlfriend who they pretend to like.
An inside source, Susie “Lolcat” Lewis who wishes to remain unanimous “friended” a Census employee named Margaret Hughes and was surprised to discover that even her “friend” was occasionally unhappy to be at work today. However, since Margaret Hughes (the data entry clerk on the fourth floor and who consumes a Cathy mug of cheap bourbon three times a working day) continuously rejects our friend request; we have yet to confirm this allegation.
Further studies suggest that even some non-FaceBook users are unhappy to be at work today. However, this could not be confirmed as they had no way of communicating this information with that kid from grammar school that they never spoke to because she smelled like cheeses, or anyone for that matter, as most businesses have now adopted the “No Sharpies in the Bathroom Stall” policy engineered by Sony.
Businesses around the globe struggle to find the source of this problem that has grown exponentially at almost the exact same rate as the popularity of social networking, yet they have made no progress today. However according to most business leaders’s status updates, they have made great progress in getting new animals in their farm.
A side study also discovered that 100% of all white people thought the person in the front of the above photo was “that boss lady from Law & Order; the good one, not the overrated one for perverts to get their jollies to.”
The writer of this article wishes to remain anonymous as any of his FaceBook friends would be well aware of the fact that he didn’t feel like being at work on the day he wrote this article, which coincidentally was today. Also, this article sounded funnier in his head when he couldn’t sleep last night and now he thinks The Onion probably did it three years ago with better grammar and funny.
if Newton was right?
This place would be a total shithole!
I am curious of Olivia Newton John’s lineage though. If related, the apple falling from the tree bit would be even more absurd than this notion of “gravity” if that is its’ real name.
And why don’t they have any teeth?
It’s ridiculous and fake, if you’re going to pay ALL this money for a mobile computation device to show that you’re better then everyone else (which you are) then the least they could do is resist biting your logo before shipping your product.
In Appleland, they first bit the logo, And I didn’t speak up because I put stickers on my computer;
And then they bit my keyboard, And I didn’t speak up because I’m missing a finger and never use the ESC key;
And then they bit my screen, And I didn’t speak up because I have no peripheral vision;
And then . . . they bit me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up.
…then why aren’t you out doing something rad?
After watching this week’s awesome episode, I realized I wrote a draft about the show after watching the entire second season in one sitting while under the weather. I never posted it because it was too wordy, but the new season was, in my opinion even better than the second, so I decided to post it anyway…
I love the crapping crap out of this showy show, not 100% sure why.
I understand its allure; after all spies, gadgets, action and sexy ladies (like Michael Weston’s moms) are undeniably appealing. However, it happens to be a coolified hodgepodge of crap mainly derivative of The A-Team, The Bourne Identity, MacGyver, and a chain smoking, boozing reject from the Golden Girls (Estelle Getty RIP, my love). With Bruce Campbell playing the part of the zany neighbor, Larry Dallas.
While the scripts are well written, the acting is decent and the action is exciting and well shot, it’s grossly formulaic and often unbelievable to the point of making it fall into the “guilty pleasure” category. A standard episode usually follows this guideline:
- Michael (usually with Fiona) picks up where he left off trying to find out who burned him in the previous episode.
- Someone rains on his parade and pleads to help him with an insurmountable problem to which he begrudgingly agrees to help.
- A plan is put in place and the legwork begins.
- Plan receives monkey wrench to extend episode to 43 minutes.
- New ridiculously impossible plan is created on the fly with little or no recon.
- It’s close, but the plan goes well. “Client” thanks him, he refuses payment.
- A talk with mom.
- Burn notice investigation continues and a move forward is achieved after little or no progress throughout episode.
Another aspect of the formula is how Jeffrey Donovan goes undercover and gets to put on a fake accent. This allows him to show off his “acting chops” honed after years and years of playing nobodies on television shows (with the exception of the brilliant Touching Evil). It also allows him to separate his teeth when he talks, which is a treat for the viewers.
Throughout this roller-coaster ride Michael Weston speaks in a pretty smarmy voice over and says things like, “Know what it’s like being a spy? Like sitting in your dentist’s reception area twenty-four hours a day. Read magazines, have coffee, and every so often…someone tries to kill you.” Subtle as flatulence in an elevator. Not only is the lead character beyond unbelievable, he manages to pull off the most insane timing week after week. It’s absolutely absurd how perfectly orchestrated everything is, it reminds me of a musical. Regardless of what your brain tells you, these moments are extremely exciting.
Now like most people, I’m a pretty big Bruce Campbell fan and he’s pretty good in it so the fact that he’s still playing Ash County Jr. is fine by me. It’s also nice to see him making jokes instead of being the target of them. He’s always done well playing the role of an obnoxious prick as evident when he was hilarious in his performance as an obnoxious prick when me and a few of my buddies went to get shit signed by him at a comic shop prior to the release of Army of Darkness. He told us to, “go buy something or get the hell out of here!” That guy is funny as hell.
Now I’ve certainly got no problem with the lovely Anwar and her ripped arms, but I long for the less gaunt face she had in the days of Body Snatchers and Things to do in Denver when You’re Dead. You know back when she was sexy and slightly less emaciated (also, I think something’s medically wrong with her neck).
All in all, Burn Notice is fun as crap. So fun I always forget how stupid it is. Now would somebody get me a mojito?
Annotation: 3/7/09 – Just saw the season finale, best one yet. The show reminds me of when I came out of Rocky II and we were all fake boxing until one of my asshole “friends” punched another one of us in the face and blackened his eye. I’m not saying that’s cool or anything, but I am saying that this show makes me want to karate-chop my grandma in the face (not really, it’s a metaphor the kind like House M.D. uses only it makes less sense).
In conclusion, the show with holes so big you could drive a planet through continues to excite and entertain me, relentlessly.
There have been many corny internet fads, online banking for example, but none has been as vomit inducing as the lolcat. I don’t know the history, but I’m sure it’s stupid.
The fact is, people took a break from making craft books and started taking cat pictures (and other cutie animals) and putting hilarious statements below them like “What me worry?” only less funny.
Probably the best known lolcat resource is the site icanhascheezburger.com which looks like it was designed back in the day when Prodigy was the only way to get online by a designer with a spike in his head.
Anyway, everytime you laugh at one of these know that you’re stealing food from a starving baby, you rotten bastard.
There is no greater mystery in cinema than Mystery Men. Why did it suck? Why was it boring? What did they do wrong?
Allow me to begin by mentioning that the person who directed this film made the not very award winning Taco Bell commercials with the rat feces sculpture of a chihuahua. I mention it, but I don’t necessarily think that bad direction is the problem with this film.
Based on a Dark Horse comic book by the creator of Flaming Carrot, the movie focuses on a motley group of “wanna be” superheros. The cast is stellar, featuring Ben Stiller, William H. Macy, Geoffrey Rush, Greg Kinnear, Tom Waits, Paul Rubens, Claire Folani, Hank Azaria, Janeane Garolfolo, Eddie Izzard, Kel Mitchell and Riki Rachtman to name a few.
The script is pretty funny, probably not as funny as the comic, but very funny. The lines are well delivered and the gags are well executed. The budget was appropriately large, and while things sometimes looked off or “cheesy” it was all solid.
So while the pacing may be a bit off, the jokes may be a tad tired and the costumes may be a bit dramatic, there’s no reason that I can see that would cause this movie to be as unwatchable as it is. WTHF?
I think it’s a load of shit that there aren’t more underwater umbrellas available. You’d think there’d be a pretty strong market for these but I can’t find one anywhere and quite frankly, I’m getting tired of looking.
Mother nature thinks she’s such hot shit.
Gumdrops are the kind of product that works on paper but fails miserably in reality. Pictures of gumdrops look delicious, as I’m writing this my mouth is watering. False advertising indeed.
However, gumdrops taste horrible, are only available in the homes of the elderly and have an odd salt looking sugar coating. Furthermore, every time I eat one I leave a tooth behind. Gumdrops; just like communism only less delicious.
*Side note: I’m not a big fan of internet memes. I find them cutsie, tired and unoriginal. However, I’m not a big fan of typing either so you will see me acclimate to the world wide internet web-i-site’s stupid language by using such acrothings in my posts. From this point forth, WTF? will be replaced by WTHF? with the “H” standing for “H-E-double hockey sticks” as it’s closer to something I’d actually say with my mouth hole.