Oct 8, 2008Bankruptcy, not bailout, is the right answer.
I could not have said it better myself, so I'm not going to try. Here's a fantastic article concerning the government bailout fiasco that I agree with 110%. Economist Jeffrey Miron says the bailout plan presented to Congress was the wrong solution to the crisis; click here to read why.
Many thanks to Atlanta Pete for the image.
Baby Aphex Twin Electronica Remix Awesomeness
No, this video is not for everyone. And I know that some (most?) of you will not be able to make it past the first 15-20 seconds. But if you can hang in there, I hope you will be half as delighted as I was after finishing this little work of art. I want to meet the man behind the camera here, and shake his hand; for I believe he may be one of the coolest fathers, ever. I can't wait for my niece to get just a bit older, so I can exploit her incredible spark-plug-esque energy and create some beautiful media.
Kudos to all involved with the above YouTube goodness. Thank you.
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Today's Observation: Meetings + Me = Fail
The importance of a meeting is directly proportional to the amount of sweat secreted. This, I learned for certain today. I'm normally a rational, functioning member of society. I'd say a good 360 days out of the year, that's the case. Those other five or so days? I've got "important meetings"; which require me to wake up in a haze, forget who I am and how to tie a double windsor knot, to use MapQuest instead of Google Maps, to think a certain freeway travels East when it's really North, to park a mile away, to sprint, perspire, ramble and eventually self-destruct.
In life, I am good at most, great at others and terrible at few things. Meetings? Yeah, that falls into the latter category. Especially when I actually care about them. Ugh.
THIS, however, made me feel a little bit better about today:
Thank you, Tim and Eric. And Rainn Wilson.
Hey, Olivia? Why Do You Make Me Hurt You?
Dear Olivia Munn. Hi. You may know me from such hit television shows as, Attack of the Show... and, Arena? Look, whatever, I'm kind of a big deal. Just take my word for it. Or Google it. Here's the point: You posted a cute little blog update which featured my amazing man-ass, uncredited mind you, and are reaping the sweet fruity nectar from the Adsense vine thanks too said badonkadonk. You haven't offered a cent of residuals, you haven't referred a single hit; you've done nothing but PROFIT from my many years of Winsor Pilates and Jamba Juice Razzmatazz lunches (with added burner boost of course). ENOUGH.
NOW THIS IS HAPPENING:
There! Are you happy? I know I am. Here's to having an honest post on the internet that can properly be tagged with, "Olivia Munn, Blowjob, Simulated Oral Sex, etc." I hate that it has come to this, but for what it's worth, I also tagged this post with "ANGRY DRAGON", so the world knows exactly how this tale ended. Thanks for the hits!
See you tomorrow princess. Xoxo.
Love, me.
PURE: Hey, DJ, WE GOT THIS!
When I was much younger, I enjoyed Red Bull. And Grey Goose. And dancing. And singing. And sweating. And redheads. Now that I'm older... well, I still love those things; only the Red Bull is sugar free. I know, I know.
While sifting through the supremely (read: obsessively) organized iPhoto past, I stumbled across some (arguably) amazing photos and videos and thought I should share them with the world. Why? Because I'm too self-indulged not too! Also, for those of you taking notes; Torrie and Corrado, the insanely adorable couple responsible for my recent Philly trip, are featured in this mini-epic. Enjoy!
Soulja Boy: Please Don't Tell 'Em
It's not that I expect much out of someone like Soulja Boy, other than a nonsensical or sexual "hook" artfully dropped over a "phat beat" in Garageband; it's just that this latest video makes me feel like I was force fed glue-laced paint chips for twenty-five years, then repeatedly hoofed in the head by a semi-retarded llama. And Soulja, admittedly, I'm sure little ol' me commenting critically upon "art" in your scene would make you feel just the same; which is precisely why I don't upload videos like this to YouTube:
Dear NetZero, please disconnect Soulja Boy's account effective immediately. I will pay his monthly charges so there's no revenue loss, and I will do so as a service to the entire interwebs, because I care that much. And while Soulja Boy is certainly no IGN or Gamespot (though even after caching twelve straight bowls I'm sure he'd have given Too Human a better score than 5.5), I pray that nobody will be turned off by his review of Braid.
With that said, full disclosure: I sometimes make that "whoooop" noise when I rewind in Braid. DAMN YOU SOULJA!