i think all this edging of ball diamonds we're doing at work has like some weird adverse effect on the flow of time.
it's not even 7 yet. holy fuck it feels like the world is just dragging it's goddamn feet tonight.
i think my body will hate me tomorrow. in fact im sure of it.
i'll wake up and it'll be all "oh, so you want to move without feeling sore? WELL TOO BAD!! TAKE THIS!!!!!!"
and i'll be all "uuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhh...."
and then it'll be all "hah! i'll make you too tired to go watch the game!"
and i'll be all "if you do that i'll start to fucking exercise bitch."
and it'll be all "goddamn you!"
i get enough exercise at work. the bobcat was MIA today so to fill the dump bed of the progator we backed up to this huge fucking pile of shale and used shovels. i felt like i was in a dragon boat race.
ive managed to get through three and a half chapters of my Sociology textbook so far. academia ruins everything, which i dont mind, but anyone who wants to continue to live in the nice little bubble constructed for them by desperate houswives and the doctors with hearts of gold should stay the fuck away from university. or at least stay away from an arts degree that specializes in cultural studies.
which brings me to the pictures. sorry for the shoddy shots. anyway. i get my new rollingstone, which i generally like cause it likes to bash republicans, and it's issue 1000. and i hate it. the amount of self advertising in conjunction with cultural producers in this issue is mind boggling. two and three page spreads of heineken plus RS and this and that and RS make RS and this and that better cause they go together.
it took me a while to figure out that the back cover was for Target. who the fuck gave Target the hologram back cover of rollingstone? WHAT THE FUCK! waste of goddamn advertising space.
so im flipping through it...oh look, an aldo 'stop aids' ad that looks exactly like jamie foxx's pose for the One campaign.
oooooo originality at its finest. i bet the same photographer did them and was trying to cut costs.
fucker.
the aldo one is actually two pages, the second being the twins fuckheads from good charlotte. i dont even know why the word 'good'is in their band name. it should be Shitty Charlotte. or "look at me im 26 and think im still 14 and angsty Charlotte".
fuckers.
the jamie foxx picture actually made me angry. i have no problems with the ideals behind the One campaign.
but i think it is probably the most ironic ad campaign i have ever seen.
you have the richest and most famous people in the entertainment industry advertising it.
first of all, buying your little white bracelet will not end poverty. mostly because your little white bracelet does not cost $50,000, all of which would go directly to aiding poor people.
secondly, for this ad in particular (if you manage to find an actual copy you'll be able to tell better) look at his watch. it's a diamond encrusted watch.
HOW MANY FUCKING PEOPLE COULD YOU HAVE FED WITH THE $50,000 YOUR FUCKING WATCH COST?
you know what i want to see happen? like a group of famous rich people who get together and decide "hey you know what? the total earnings from all our movies/albums/whatevers this year are x amount of millions. let's all take six months or a year off from movies/songs/whatever and actually go to places that need help, and stay there and help instead of doing a three or four day press junket and coming back and boldly saying 'yes these people need help, now you average folk go out and do all you can to help while we stand here and say good for you, im going to make another movie now to support our buldging economy'
".
i would throw all my support behind that. but it'd never ever happen. it's sad to think it probably never will. it's not as if these people cant afford to do that. mel gibson is almost a billionaire. isnt a good catholic supposed to help his fellow man? im sure with his near billionaire status he could probably supply food and medical equipment for a dozen countries and still be able to afford his $5000 cigars.
goddamn it, now i need to go buy a slurpee or somethign and calm the fuck down.
i think my body will hate me tomorrow. in fact im sure of it.
i'll wake up and it'll be all "oh, so you want to move without feeling sore? WELL TOO BAD!! TAKE THIS!!!!!!"
and i'll be all "uuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhh...."
and then it'll be all "hah! i'll make you too tired to go watch the game!"
and i'll be all "if you do that i'll start to fucking exercise bitch."
and it'll be all "goddamn you!"
i get enough exercise at work. the bobcat was MIA today so to fill the dump bed of the progator we backed up to this huge fucking pile of shale and used shovels. i felt like i was in a dragon boat race.
ive managed to get through three and a half chapters of my Sociology textbook so far. academia ruins everything, which i dont mind, but anyone who wants to continue to live in the nice little bubble constructed for them by desperate houswives and the doctors with hearts of gold should stay the fuck away from university. or at least stay away from an arts degree that specializes in cultural studies.
which brings me to the pictures. sorry for the shoddy shots. anyway. i get my new rollingstone, which i generally like cause it likes to bash republicans, and it's issue 1000. and i hate it. the amount of self advertising in conjunction with cultural producers in this issue is mind boggling. two and three page spreads of heineken plus RS and this and that and RS make RS and this and that better cause they go together.
it took me a while to figure out that the back cover was for Target. who the fuck gave Target the hologram back cover of rollingstone? WHAT THE FUCK! waste of goddamn advertising space.
so im flipping through it...oh look, an aldo 'stop aids' ad that looks exactly like jamie foxx's pose for the One campaign.
oooooo originality at its finest. i bet the same photographer did them and was trying to cut costs.
fucker.
the aldo one is actually two pages, the second being the twins fuckheads from good charlotte. i dont even know why the word 'good'is in their band name. it should be Shitty Charlotte. or "look at me im 26 and think im still 14 and angsty Charlotte".
fuckers.
the jamie foxx picture actually made me angry. i have no problems with the ideals behind the One campaign.
but i think it is probably the most ironic ad campaign i have ever seen.
you have the richest and most famous people in the entertainment industry advertising it.
first of all, buying your little white bracelet will not end poverty. mostly because your little white bracelet does not cost $50,000, all of which would go directly to aiding poor people.
secondly, for this ad in particular (if you manage to find an actual copy you'll be able to tell better) look at his watch. it's a diamond encrusted watch.
HOW MANY FUCKING PEOPLE COULD YOU HAVE FED WITH THE $50,000 YOUR FUCKING WATCH COST?
you know what i want to see happen? like a group of famous rich people who get together and decide "hey you know what? the total earnings from all our movies/albums/whatevers this year are x amount of millions. let's all take six months or a year off from movies/songs/whatever and actually go to places that need help, and stay there and help instead of doing a three or four day press junket and coming back and boldly saying 'yes these people need help, now you average folk go out and do all you can to help while we stand here and say good for you, im going to make another movie now to support our buldging economy'
".
i would throw all my support behind that. but it'd never ever happen. it's sad to think it probably never will. it's not as if these people cant afford to do that. mel gibson is almost a billionaire. isnt a good catholic supposed to help his fellow man? im sure with his near billionaire status he could probably supply food and medical equipment for a dozen countries and still be able to afford his $5000 cigars.
goddamn it, now i need to go buy a slurpee or somethign and calm the fuck down.
i took over the world at 5:50 PM
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Umm... you might want to slip some prozac into the slurpee.
liquid prozac.
if money is the root of all evil, why do churches beg for it?
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