Plenty of nerdy loot, self-deprecation, and the best thing Ikea has ever done (no assembly required)
With the growth of Web 2.0 programs like Flickr, Youtube, and Myspace, the web continues to evolve to the heights everyone on the staff of Wired predicted 10 years ago. While the greatest inventions are porn based (tabbed browsing and thumbnails), it’s nice to see advertising take a come 360. From the loading screen to the detail of the chicken in the country kitchen, it’s a fully realized piece of web advertising, effective, interactive, and employs three of the five senses (maybe four/ five if you fart or lick the screen).
Dressing up in droogs gear (who is Alex is your guess) and now going on MTV with Chewbacca (1997 lifetime achievement MTV winner) on drums:
Gotta love it.
Speaking of stuff on MTV, here is the best put down since Colbert vs. Bush.
Just brutal, if the girl was a man, the car would have erupted in the greatest fist fight ever on TV. Seinfeld had it best about boxing matches, they don’t have enough to fight about most days. You look at the history of boxing and you find some of the best matches were the most hateful, like Rumble in the Jungle, Ali Vs. Frazier II and III, Rocky Vs. Drago, (I can’t remember if it was Vargas or whoever two years ago in the best battle of the ages, I already follow English soccer, don’t ask me to follow a dead sport as well). Jerry’s idea was to have the boxers drive go carts around the ring until they got into a crash and tried to figure out who was to blame. When that kind of fight is brewed on such hostility, the fighters are willing to go to the death.
On a side note, if the guy was a girl, it could have been the greatest cat fight of all time, slaps, boobs, tears, I’m already there.
++++
Onion link of the month:
A gem . Is it a war allegory, is it to be taken as is, figure it out for yourself.
It’s not over yet though.
It’s time to talk about something so special it just makes my heart run over with joy.
The World Cup. I don’t know why Americans haven’t embraced this yet, and I know it will be a long time until they do. But fortunate for me, I live in LA now, not in Indiana, and south of the Valley, it’s one of the most diverse cities in the world. We have Brazilians in Culver City, Iranians who prefer to be called Persian’s in West and Brentwood, Chinese in Monterey Park, Koreans around Wilshire and Vermont, Japanese around the Westside, El Salvo’s in the South Bay, British in Santa Monica, Russians, El Salvo’s, and Ghana-esque in the South Bay, Nepalese working my 7-11, African-A’s in Baldwin Hills and everywhere south of the 10, and whitey and Latiney/ Mexicans everywhere in the city.
First off:
Yeah, it’s all over the top and gooey, but this is what this means to countries, it’s about country pride in the best sense. It’s not about culture, it’s not about style, art, additions to the world, it’s about belief in where you are from, not as a mark of personality, but about the people you grew up with, and how much it could mean if a culture divided by any possible task can be mended in cherishment of what they all hold similar (this is why everyone outside of Brazil is hoping for them to lose, they already have won 5, give it to someone else, and why a US win would piss everyone in Europe off), it’s about believing in ones growing up, and it’s regionalized not by city but by country, it’s not who you vote for, but for which country you vote for—if they let you vote, that is. I want the US soccer team to win it all, it would be a Miracle on Ice moment, because we can embrace a collective greatness.
But it’s the wrong time. If we won, it would only raise more issues about our politics and do more for the O’Reilly’s of this world. I want to win so bad, but I feel that it would undermine the achievement because it would take the glory to someone who didn’t care. We as Americans need this moment, but what do we have to cheer about. We’re in a bad war, and even if people in Europe secretly like us for fighting Muslims, it’s not the right time. (this is the INLY double secret super reverse jinx hope tactic, because if they win, I will be running wild for a decade)
My guesses for the Cup?
Brazil loses in the quarters to Germany or England.
The US gets 7 points in the first round, shocking the Czech Republic, tying Italy, and beating Ghana. They make it to the semi’s where they lose to a Euro Team or the Argentines.
Of course all of these predictions could be off as I don’t have the knockout seeding sure, but I will give my prediction for the winner.
And I came upon it while watching the Mexican – Iran match. I was watching the team which represents a country that is flaunting all global decrees about nuclear weapons battle the sworn Soccer enemy of the US team, (don’t take this as a slur, the Mexican team are a bunch of dirty players, they chop calves, they take dives, and to their credit because they don’t have any height in the front line they make up for it with speed and rule bending, but there are few teams that like to face the Mexican squad because it’s going to be a foul laden, slide tackle, elbow gouging struggle). It took a bit of self realization not to localize my feelings, but in the end, I still can’t get over the rivalry of the US and Mexico.
It reminded me of a quote from a very famous spy:
There are two things I can’t stand in this world. People who are intolerant of other people’s cultures. And the Dutch.
Dave’s picking the Orange of Netherlands to win the whole shebang. But if they tie with say Argrentina and Ivory Coast, I must ask you, did you not expect the Dutch to split evenly?
Ok… one last thing.
I was going to rip on the newest Bad Boy south artist Yung Joc for his latest single “It’s going Down” which we are going to have to suffer through this summer as a collective whole. In the song he says: “Everbody love me/ I'm so fly/ Nigga throw the dueces every time I ride by /I know you wonder why/ I'm so cool / Dont ask me / just do what you do.”
Even giving that hip hop is built upon boasting and mixtapes which exclaim greatness, isn’t it a little much to say “I’m so fly …wonder why, I’m so cool?” Most rappers come out with a declaration of their greatness as a challenge via battle tape or underground rep, not when they are the latest of assembly line Bad Boy South promotion artists. But Joc spares these tasks and just states, I am so cool. Talk about cutting out the middle man. Short of ripping off the opening to Tenacious D’s Tribute “this is the best and greatest song ever written,” this is unparalleled boldness for the first release.
But once again, Tom Delounge trumps the whole thing with his Angels and Airwaves promo tour.
“I feel that this music has some magic in it. Sometimes I look at the crowd, and I almost see them floating three inches over the floor.”
This guy is getting must watch status on any appearance. When the quagmire in Iraq ends in 15 years, I am not going to put it past him to claim credit. Even more so than The Hills or Laguna Beach, anytime Tom is on camera, he smashes the barrier of self conceit and evokes a sense of “how self-unaware is this guy?” that could never be seen. Terence Trent D’arby said that his album would be better than “Sgt. Peppers” and yet his boast seems comical compared to A&A. Just fantastic stuff.
Dressing up in droogs gear (who is Alex is your guess) and now going on MTV with Chewbacca (1997 lifetime achievement MTV winner) on drums:
Gotta love it.
Speaking of stuff on MTV, here is the best put down since Colbert vs. Bush.
Just brutal, if the girl was a man, the car would have erupted in the greatest fist fight ever on TV. Seinfeld had it best about boxing matches, they don’t have enough to fight about most days. You look at the history of boxing and you find some of the best matches were the most hateful, like Rumble in the Jungle, Ali Vs. Frazier II and III, Rocky Vs. Drago, (I can’t remember if it was Vargas or whoever two years ago in the best battle of the ages, I already follow English soccer, don’t ask me to follow a dead sport as well). Jerry’s idea was to have the boxers drive go carts around the ring until they got into a crash and tried to figure out who was to blame. When that kind of fight is brewed on such hostility, the fighters are willing to go to the death.
On a side note, if the guy was a girl, it could have been the greatest cat fight of all time, slaps, boobs, tears, I’m already there.
++++
Onion link of the month:
A gem . Is it a war allegory, is it to be taken as is, figure it out for yourself.
It’s not over yet though.
It’s time to talk about something so special it just makes my heart run over with joy.
The World Cup. I don’t know why Americans haven’t embraced this yet, and I know it will be a long time until they do. But fortunate for me, I live in LA now, not in Indiana, and south of the Valley, it’s one of the most diverse cities in the world. We have Brazilians in Culver City, Iranians who prefer to be called Persian’s in West and Brentwood, Chinese in Monterey Park, Koreans around Wilshire and Vermont, Japanese around the Westside, El Salvo’s in the South Bay, British in Santa Monica, Russians, El Salvo’s, and Ghana-esque in the South Bay, Nepalese working my 7-11, African-A’s in Baldwin Hills and everywhere south of the 10, and whitey and Latiney/ Mexicans everywhere in the city.
First off:
Yeah, it’s all over the top and gooey, but this is what this means to countries, it’s about country pride in the best sense. It’s not about culture, it’s not about style, art, additions to the world, it’s about belief in where you are from, not as a mark of personality, but about the people you grew up with, and how much it could mean if a culture divided by any possible task can be mended in cherishment of what they all hold similar (this is why everyone outside of Brazil is hoping for them to lose, they already have won 5, give it to someone else, and why a US win would piss everyone in Europe off), it’s about believing in ones growing up, and it’s regionalized not by city but by country, it’s not who you vote for, but for which country you vote for—if they let you vote, that is. I want the US soccer team to win it all, it would be a Miracle on Ice moment, because we can embrace a collective greatness.
But it’s the wrong time. If we won, it would only raise more issues about our politics and do more for the O’Reilly’s of this world. I want to win so bad, but I feel that it would undermine the achievement because it would take the glory to someone who didn’t care. We as Americans need this moment, but what do we have to cheer about. We’re in a bad war, and even if people in Europe secretly like us for fighting Muslims, it’s not the right time. (this is the INLY double secret super reverse jinx hope tactic, because if they win, I will be running wild for a decade)
My guesses for the Cup?
Brazil loses in the quarters to Germany or England.
The US gets 7 points in the first round, shocking the Czech Republic, tying Italy, and beating Ghana. They make it to the semi’s where they lose to a Euro Team or the Argentines.
Of course all of these predictions could be off as I don’t have the knockout seeding sure, but I will give my prediction for the winner.
And I came upon it while watching the Mexican – Iran match. I was watching the team which represents a country that is flaunting all global decrees about nuclear weapons battle the sworn Soccer enemy of the US team, (don’t take this as a slur, the Mexican team are a bunch of dirty players, they chop calves, they take dives, and to their credit because they don’t have any height in the front line they make up for it with speed and rule bending, but there are few teams that like to face the Mexican squad because it’s going to be a foul laden, slide tackle, elbow gouging struggle). It took a bit of self realization not to localize my feelings, but in the end, I still can’t get over the rivalry of the US and Mexico.
It reminded me of a quote from a very famous spy:
There are two things I can’t stand in this world. People who are intolerant of other people’s cultures. And the Dutch.
Dave’s picking the Orange of Netherlands to win the whole shebang. But if they tie with say Argrentina and Ivory Coast, I must ask you, did you not expect the Dutch to split evenly?
Ok… one last thing.
I was going to rip on the newest Bad Boy south artist Yung Joc for his latest single “It’s going Down” which we are going to have to suffer through this summer as a collective whole. In the song he says: “Everbody love me/ I'm so fly/ Nigga throw the dueces every time I ride by /I know you wonder why/ I'm so cool / Dont ask me / just do what you do.”
Even giving that hip hop is built upon boasting and mixtapes which exclaim greatness, isn’t it a little much to say “I’m so fly …wonder why, I’m so cool?” Most rappers come out with a declaration of their greatness as a challenge via battle tape or underground rep, not when they are the latest of assembly line Bad Boy South promotion artists. But Joc spares these tasks and just states, I am so cool. Talk about cutting out the middle man. Short of ripping off the opening to Tenacious D’s Tribute “this is the best and greatest song ever written,” this is unparalleled boldness for the first release.
But once again, Tom Delounge trumps the whole thing with his Angels and Airwaves promo tour.
“I feel that this music has some magic in it. Sometimes I look at the crowd, and I almost see them floating three inches over the floor.”
This guy is getting must watch status on any appearance. When the quagmire in Iraq ends in 15 years, I am not going to put it past him to claim credit. Even more so than The Hills or Laguna Beach, anytime Tom is on camera, he smashes the barrier of self conceit and evokes a sense of “how self-unaware is this guy?” that could never be seen. Terence Trent D’arby said that his album would be better than “Sgt. Peppers” and yet his boast seems comical compared to A&A. Just fantastic stuff.
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