Did I write something?? Yesh I did!! Who's a good boy??? I am!! Yesh I am!!!!

06/29/09 - So I haven't written in a while. For good reason--I've been busy. And I still am! So you don't get a full post today either. I just want to say one thing: Ann Coulter is a liar of the utmost degree. But I'll be damned if she doesn't have some amazing legs.

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I've Sold Out. I Hope.

05/26/09 - So the astute haganblog reader may have discovered by now that there are ad's placed strategically on the top of the main page. And probably the subpages too. I'm not sure, I didn't bother to check. The reason for this is simple. I saw an ad that advertised selling space to put ad's on your blog page. So I thought to myself, SELF! You have a lot of space on your blogspot that you AREN'T using! My inner voice likes to speak in italics, all caps, and exclamation points. Why not sell this space and make some money! ALSO, you should sell your kidney! You really only NEED one...! I ignored this second recommendation, but the first intrigued me. So i signed up for this service, and began waiting for the money to flow in. As it turns out, I only get paid when someone clicks on the ad's on my page. Also, I can't click on them myself. Which annoyed me: what if I saw something being advertised that I liked, or was interested in? I'm not allowed to click on it. I really feel like that's not fair. I clicked on that first ad. Obviously I'm one of the few people on the internet that click on those annoying little ad's, but I can't even click on the ones on my own site! Because of a conflict of interest or something. Which really it wouldn't be. I'd be interested in both my blog and the ad. But they don't really care about that.

Anyway, this is now no longer an indie blog. I'm commercialized. Let the boycotts begin. Oh, wait. What's that you say? The hipsters never read my blog? So they've technically been boycotting it since its inception? Well played indie punks. Well played indeed.

05/25/09 - So I was supposed to write a blog this afternoon, but I got to talking with my mom, and then I had to make dinner, and then we all watched a movie... I guess it just never materialized. Anyway, I'm writing it now, so that's that.

So. What would we like to talk about today? Or, I guess I should say "tonight." So I'm going back to work tomorrow morning. At 9 AM. So that should be fun. It could be worse, though, I suppose. Last summer, I worked for the county's Road & Bridge Department. I had to wake up at 6 every morning, be at work at 7, and then I wouldn't get home that night until like 5:30 or 6. so this year, work is a lot nicer. For instances, I'll be inside most of the time. I'll get to eat at nice places for lunch. I'll be paid a lot more. On the downside, I'll be doing a lot of rather mindless work, i.e. filing case documents. Also, I'll need to wear a tie everyday. Which isn't really a downside, as I actually like dressing nice.

I'm only working 4 days this week because today was Memorial Day. Did you remember that? Some people didn't, and so it was kind of a surprise to them that they didn't have to work today. Not me, though. I kept Memorial Day on the forefront of my memory. Also, I'm leaving Friday afternoon to go back to Austin for the weekend. Hopefully, I'll be getting out from work early (ideally 3 or so) and will leave straight from it for the city.

One thing I really dig man, is road trips. Partly because I love to drive, and partly because I love to listen to loud music. Or, more appropriately, I suppose, "music loud." Anyone who knows me will tell you that. I can never get my music up loud enough actually. I just keep turning up the volume, and it never gets too loud. That or I'm going deaf. Which is definitely possible.

My least favorite thing about my car stereo, is that my iPod plays some songs at different volume levels--even when sound check is on! I don't understand why it can't just make the Beatles play at the same level as Scary Kids Scaring Kids. I can do it manually, and I'm a man; why can't my automobile do it automatically? Anyway, it annoys me, but not enough to really do anything about it. Besides, whenever I get up for work in the morning, I'm just gonna listen to NPR Morning Edition anyway. 89.9 Red River Radio. Get excited in the morning for a little bit of Steve Inskeep with your cup of coffee. Renee Montagne? There's a reason you're on the radio.

That is all everyone. I gotta get up in the morning. Adios.

Summersong

05/14/09 - I haven't posted for awhile, so today I thought I'd write a song about the end of school and the beginning of summer. Here it is:

"Summersong"

Ah well,

The Summer's here, & babe, the Winter's reached its end.

And yes,

The end is near, but baby, Time don't break, It bends.

Oh well,

And don't you know, my Dear, that soon I go to leave.

And yes,

I hate the truth, but girl the proof's the sand & the sieve

Oh well,

The people come, & babe the people go afar.

And yes,

The moon it shines & babe the sun is gold, but you're my star.

Oh well,

I can't be worried, yes babe, we're all hurried along.

And yes,

We might have time, but girl don't forget this song.

The spring-time song is what we've been singin'

And like all good things, this too, it will pass.

And the Summersong will come along a breezin'

You & I will find the time to make it last.

There's

Hot air blowing across my face, and what's more

Is that

I smell the grass & I hear the thunderstorm.

Yes the

Earth is turning, & I feel it 'neath my feet.

And the

Earth is warmin', but I'm ready for the heat.

The spring-time song is what we've been singin'

And like all good things, this too, it will pass.

And the Summersong will come along a breezin'

You & I will find the time to make it last.

As I

Walk outside, the sand is in my toes.

And the

Pipe is smoking, & we're where no one knows

That to

Live is to die, but we don't need all that.

Because

It's Summer on the road & you know we never need a map.

The spring-time song is what we've been singin'

And like all good things, this too, it will pass.

And the Summersong will come along a breezin'

You & I will find the time to make it last.

Maybe it's trite, and maybe you just have to hear it. But take my word. It's a good fuckin' song.

Goddam it's a Good Day to be Driving

05/10/09 - So it's Mother's Day today. How do I know this? People have been reminding me. Constantly. I've been getting reminders since last Sunday. Apparently, no one wants me to forget about today. So i remembered. Love you mom.

So yesterday i went driving around Austin for a good thirty minutes. I left campus on 24th street--took it all the way to MoPac. I went south there, crossed the river, until I hit 360 North. I love that highway man. It goes through some of the most beautiful country in Austin. The canyons it goes through, the valleys it goes over. I dig that man, I do. I turned off of 360 onto the 2222 exit and then I followed that road all the way back to MoPac. After I got back in the southbound lane, I got off pretty quick afterwards onto 45th, which is the street im living off of next year when I come back to Austin. I took 45th up until I got to Lamar, which I followed down to 35th street. A couple of blocks going down that street and I was back on the drag. Man, now, that's a street I could go without driving on. Soon I was back on campus. I was home at Blanton, and god did I wish I wasn't. It's a shithole of a place to live--anyone who's been here can tell you that.

I like to drive around. I like to roll down the windows; turn up the music. I love the wind and the sun, but I dig the moon, too. When I'm driving around, everything is good.

My dad's favorite song is one called "It's All Right" by the Traveling Wilburys, but he always calls it "Ridin' Around in the Breeze" after a line in the song. George Harrison is the one who sings this particular lyric, and it speaks to my dad like nothing else does. I don't have the same feelings associated with it that he does, but it speaks to me too. I know the feeling of the breeze in you face, and the wind whipping all around; the feeling of taking the wheel and feeling like you're in control of everything on the highway. It's a high you can't get with any of the substances I've tried. I love it, man--and everything that comes with it.

I'm going out driving now, I'm going to have the breeze hit my face, and I'm going to live on this Sunday afternoon. I'll ramble on, hitting that open road. It's life, and so, it's love, man--it's everything it can be. Take it easy friends.

April Showers Bring May Mugginess

05/07/09 - So have you ever been talking to someone, and you think they may be interested in you but mostly you think that they're just being nice? Yeah, that sucks, doesn't it? Anyway, I was taking a psychology exam earlier today. Now this exam was kind of superfluous. I didn't need it for a grade. I'm already making an A in the class, and he drops the lowest test grade. Which would have been this last test had I not taken it. As it turns out, it will still be this last test. I did poorly. But not the point. Actually, that was the point. Okay, well sorry for the brevity tonight, but it's time for Thirsty Thursday.

P.S. I'm not really sorry.

¡Ój No! ¡Debo trabajar como una mula!

05/06/09 - So as I groggily awoke this morning at around eight--with a bad case of cotton mouth--I realized something that I wish I had thought of sooner: I had scheduled my Spanish Interview about ten minutes before the start of my Calculus class. To understand the frustration this sudden realization thrust upon me, you need a general overview of the UT campus (mostly just where my classes are).

So here it is, a very, very general overview of campus with respect to my Calculus and Spanish classes: Calculus is on the other side of campus from Spanish, with a good ten minute walk between them. Which would work out perfectly if my interview consisted of me walking in, touching base, and then running back to calc. However, for some reason, I suspect that I'll be needing to say... something. I mean, it is an interview for chrissake. So even if the interview took five minutes, which is pretty short, I would be late to calc.

So now you're probably thinking, "Well David, Calculus is normally a rather large class. Wouldn't it be possible to just come in late? I'm sure it happens all the time. Chances are, you wouldn't even be noticed!" Yeah, fuck you. I'm getting to why that won't work, if you'll just calm down and let me explain it. Christ, I mean, what do you think this is, Your Story? You want me to let you tell it? Fine, go ahead. Tell away.

...

Okay then. So the reason this is a big problem for me is because we happen to have our last homework due today in calc, at the beginning of class. Which I will be missing. Because I'll be at the spanish interview.

So check this out--this is what I did: I got my friend who's in calc to take it for me. While I'm in spanish, he'll take my paper and turn it in to the teacher during the beginning of class! That way, I can take my time with the speaking of the spanish, and yet, I will still get my calc homework in on time! It'll be like I'm in two places at once! Well I mean, it won't really, but it'll be kind of like that. In a way. Well you get the point. Crisis averted, is what it boils down to.

And the kool part is that I managed to do all of this before 11:00 A.M. and also work in a trip to the ATM, getting a cup of coffee, and making a small purchase via the money attained from the trip to the ATM. I feel like I am set. Well, take it easy everybody, schools almost over.

Okay, I know I posted this today, but it counts as yesterday's entry

05/04/09 - I want to make a proposition. There are two kinds of people in the world. Now, as you can tell, this is going to be a gross overstatement. And there is no way this is the only way to divide the worlds people up. We, as a species, are finding new, incredible, and profound ways to do that every day. Point is, this is something that occurred to me. Obviously.

You have seen, I am sure, a police officer (from here on, I'll say cop. It's gender neutral and shorter to spell) stop a person, not because they're doing anything horribly illegal, just lets say, kind of illegal, or technically illegal. Say, something like a skateboarder on a side walk, or walking on the grass somewhere. What thought came into your mind when you witnessed this? Did you think, "Good! Fuck that guy! How dare he skate here! Doesn't he know good, law-abiding citizens like me are in danger of being run into and injured every time he skates around here on this sidewalk?" and it's a legitimate concern, and skateboarders shouldn't be on the sidewalk, and neither should bicyclists. That's not the point. The point is whether you think like that, or instead you think along the lines of, "Man, fuck that cop man! Where does he/she get off tellin' people what they can and can't do! It's a free sidewalk, and that dude has as much a right to skate on it as I do to walk on it! It's a free country, man!" Which is true, we live in a pretty liberated society. We could always be free-er, but we're still pretty well off.

Again the point behind this is not whether in this intensely hypothetical situation you would think precisely in the manner I described, it's just if you thought along the lines of one of those thoughts. Like me, my exact response would be something like, "Ah, man. Poor guy has probably skated down this side walk all year and not bothered anybody, but I mean it's the law, so I guess he's got what's coming to him." See, I empathized with the skateboarder, but not to the extent that I stereotyped the pro-skateboarding thought. Hopefully you get the idea.

Anyway, as I thought about it, my emotional response is pretty much the same to every instance of "the man" exercising its responsibility to uphold justice. Which could be because I grew up in a liberal household with a judge and defense attorney as parents. Or maybe I'm just an empathetic person by nature, or untrusting of law enforcement by nature. Although that last one's probably not it, I get along with cops pretty well. Unless they're arresting some one.

What puzzles me is not so much what different people think after seeing the same situation, or even why they think it. It's the idea that people do think in these basically two different ways. Why don't all people empathize with the authority, after all, it's us that put them in power, asked them to do these things. On the other hand, why don't we all empathize with the person being subjected to that authority. After all, It could easily be us next time. The reason that I see behind it--if there is one--is that, as a society we need balance. Think about what would happen is we all, collectively, hated anyone who broke any law. No MLK day, that's for sure. Gandhi would have been the Muthafucka instead of the Mahatma. And we would just throw people in jail, with no regard for the depth of their transgressions or even if said transgression even occurred. Just sounds bad, man. But on the other hand, what if we all had a deep-seeded disrespect, mistrust, and even hatred for law enforcement? Peace would be very difficult to keep. Society would be in chaos.

There are people, I'm sure, that would enjoy either of those two extremes, fascists on the one hand, anarchists on the other. But they're the two extremes. Hell, most of us would say they're unrealistic, if not bat-shit insane. If you generalize, you can really group the two different views of power and authority into two different branches of political thought--left and right, liberal and conservative. Most of us can agree, I think, that society would have a very hard time maintaining itself if we didn't have people on both sides of that political aisle. We would migrate towards the extremes until we collapsed either from too much government or not enough. When looked at like this, I can almost describe it as a sort of sociological evolution which serves a protective and self-maintaining function for society.

However, recognizing this trait of society leads to a paradoxical question in the means of the functionality of political debate. On the one hand, it seems like we have to debate our viewpoints, otherwise having them would be pointless. If we don't let the other side know what we think, we simply won't be represented, and then we will drift to the extremes of political thought. On the other hand, debate seems useless if society as a whole wants to maintain an equilibrium in political thought. Why argue about things when our own society wants the two approximate halves to believe two different things?

Maybe I should take a sociology course. It seems interesting to me. But, if my line of thought is right, even discussing this topic is slightly useless. That's a big assumption, I suppose. But you know what they say about assumption... it makes an ass out of u and mption.

That made me laugh, rereading it.

OMG! They're gonna make the kids kill each other!

05/01/09 - Accomplishments today:

• Wake up for class.
• Eat a banana.
• Get coffee.
• Go to Spanish.
• Leave from Spanish after 15 minutes upon finding out the teacher isn't there.
• Learn songs for Quad Fest.
• EAT POPEYE'S CHICKEN!
  • ENJOY POPEYES DELICIOUS WONDERFUL CHICKENY GOODNESS
  • Feel like I'm about to burst from all the chicken.
• Work on Quad Fest songs.
• Drink.
• Drink more.
• Watch Battle Royal.

All in all, it was a good Friday for me.

Now I'm going out. ¡Adios!

In the Sunshine of Your Love

04/30/09 - So last night I took a calculus exam. I did okay on it, but that's not the point. I am now left with a gap in my day. I have no exam to study for. I actually have time to do things. Like play guitar. Or read. Or just lay around and listen to music. "You can go your own way..."

I play guitar a lot. I don't think it's too much, but it is definitely a lot more than most people. I feel comfortable in saying that, because I'm pretty sure most people don't play guitar. Some one should do a study on that. Or maybe include it in the Census Questionnaire. "Number of children in the household.... Spouse?... Guitar?..." Too many, unfortunately, I wish.

(those wouldn't be my answers, just some random person who apparently has a lot of kids--literally, an actual lot--doesn't like his wife, and can't play guitar)

Today in Rhetoric class. Wait let me stop and say something. That is the most worthless class I have ever taken. Ever. Anyway, back to the story. We had to share group projects. I won't go into detail. I didn't really pay attention. Except for one, which was about a subject very close to my heart. Popeye's Chicken.

I'm going to take a minute, first to explain what Popeye's means to me. I. Fucking. Love. Popeye's chicken. I honestly feel, deep down in my soul, that "Popeye's Chicken is fuckin' awesome!" Every time I walk into a Popeyes, I feel, at once, alone and yet at home. This is because, while I'm generally the only college-aged white man in the establishment at any given time, I feel really comfortable in those circumstances. For instance, my first day at a new high school, where did I sit for lunch? With the black kids. I think it comes from being one of the only white democrats in East Texas. But i digress from my digression. The point is I really dig Popeye's Chicken.

So, with that in mind, lets talk about this presentation. Have you watched the YouTube video linked to this blog? Go ahead and do that. I'll wait.

Done? Okay.

How 'bout now? Ah, good.

So we watched this video in class right? It comes off as extremely racist. But let's not think about that for a moment. Lets not think about how the large woman in her Suburban yells for a solid minute at a sign and a recording. Or how there are no white people seen going to Popeye's. Instead, lets talk about a particular phrase one of the men says at one point in the video. I'm not listening back to get the word-for-word, but basically he says "now, are they out of chicken, or is there no chicken." Most people thought this was a dumb thing to say, because it seems as though it just communicates the same question twice. Not true! Being a regular patron of Popeye's, I have experienced exactly what the man is referring to in one half of his question. An individual Popeye's gets chicken for however much they think they'll need for the week/day/month, whatever time interval they use. Obviously they don't cook it (and I use the term "cook" loosely) all at once. That would be ridiculous. They cook a bunch at once, then sell it off, then cook some more. The problem occurs when you happen to want a particular kind of chicken that they have recently sold out of. Most of the time they have some more of it, and they are even making it as you order, but they prefer to just tell the extremely disappointed customer that they are out of that kind of chicken. Or that there is no more chicken. They switch it up on you from time to time. Which is why I can't tell you which part of the man's question was meant to mean, "hey, I know this trick so I'll just wait" and which part was "holy shit, you can't really not have any chicken left!!!???" I can translate the phrase, just not the literal meaning.

Well that was a long paragraph. And I'm very hungry. So, I'll be going. Hot Pockets maybe? I dunno. Haven't really decided.

Well I Like Coffee and I Like Tea….

04/29/09 - I drink Starbucks. A lot. This is a fact. And in my hometown of Marshall, there was never a Starbucks proper to go to, and for a long time, no place that even served their coffee. The closest one, in fact was about 40-45 minutes west of where I lived. Needless to say, I didn’t go there often during my first few years drinking coffee—I drank mostly at local places—and in fact, I didn’t even really like the taste of their brew. After a while, though, my parents started including Starbucks on the list of destinations when we went into the “city” which was actually just a slightly bigger town called Longview. After this, I began to associate Starbucks with other fun things we would do on those trips—going out to eat at a decent restaurant, getting a new CD at the record store, or a new book at the Books a Million. It was just another part of those trips.

The novelty of Starbucks never really wore off for me, however, not even when I started going to school in Longview and could go there regularly. Which I did. Almost every day four to five days a week. I had money to spend, and even when gas started to get expensive, I always budgeted so that I’d have enough for Starbucks. And when I got to college and discovered that everyone here thought Starbucks was the man trying to squelch the souls of the good hippies of this town, I just kept drinking it. This semester I did several essays for a class on Starbucks. I read article after article on how Starbucks mistreats employees, how little they pay their farmers, and overcharges for the commoditization of an atmosphere, a lifestyle, a kind of je nous se qua. And I recognized how readily they conform to the archetype of an evil corporation. But I still drink their coffee, and that has angered some people.

I don’t have a good reason for continuing to “support” this company. But I have been able to pick out my favorite bad reason. Honestly, it’s convenient for me. There’s one right on campus about 2 minutes from where I live, and another one not much farther off campus. It’s just easy. And if we are going to persist with this capitalist laissez faire style economy, by god I’m going to buy the things that are most convenient, either for location or for price. Which is the other thing. As I said, Starbucks overcharges. But to compete, so do all the indie coffee stores. So where does that leave me as the consumer? Willing to buy from the evil corporation. Because it’s easy. And about the same price. That’s all I have to say about that, I guess.

Laughs-How not to get them; My Mind-How it works against itself

04/28/09 - It never ceases to amaze me how silly some people can sound in a classroom. By some people, I mean myself, mostly. In at least one class every semester, I feel the need to act like a fool. Maybe it's just a kind of nostalgia for the days back in high school where I could make a decent joke at my own expense and it still be funny (or at least I thought I could...), but now I find that even the most self-deprecating of humor is met with silence and uncomfortable looks. Obviously playing the part of the fool has retired from the realm of ironic comedy into the cesspool of cheap laughs (that or I'm just not funny, which though a more likely scenario, won't contribute much to this writing). This is unfortunate, as ironic-foolery was always an easy way to get a laugh for me; now I have to resort to actually saying clever things. 

Which brings me to my next point: how long it will take for witticisms to become "not funny." Witty comedians have almost always been considered funny, from the subtle wit behind Monty Python's seemingly random shenanigans to the clever "observation comedy" of greats like Jerry Seinfeld. However, more and more I see every random Joe Shmuck thinking they can spurt out rehashed, "clever" phrases for all the world to read, either via tried-and-true annoying bumper stickers and ironic t-shirts or through new e-routes of Twitter and Facebook status updates (or blogging). Now, I would be lying if i didn't admit to doing all of the above, but more importantly, everyone that might currently read this would know I was lying. So I'll admit it, but only in the face of being caught. That aside, I can't help but think that this mas exposure to all these clever phrases may make the entire genre of witty jokes seem, well... lame overkill, overplayed, boring, trite, etc. Not funny, is the point. Now I'm not a comedian, and my friends are often telling me my jokes are lame, so I think I would definitely be an expert on what's not funny. Oops. There I go again with my self-deprecating humor. 

If I could return to an earlier topic of discusion, however, it would be people seeming silly in class. I don't want to seem like that guy who always sneers when someone asks the teacher a dumb question, and I really don't think I am! He sits two seats over from me. But I do catch myself listening to Q & A rounds between student and profesor, and thinking, "How... why... what... where do these questions... these non-ideas... who needs to ask something like that?!" Then I look over and I answer myself, "ah yes... sorority girl in the front row. Yeah, she does need to ask that question." Of course, then the guilt of hitting an huge group of people with such an unfair stereotype hits me, and I remind myself, "now now, David. Not all girls are that dumb." Just kidding of course, I also know that most sorority girls aren't dumb either. I was just thought I'd try making the butt of the joke someone other than me. Did it work? I hope so.

What's amazing to me, is that while I really shouldn't be able to feel superior to anyone in my classes, I can't help but think some of them are actually less smart than me. Which may be beyond my scope of understanding. After all, I got into a public university by graduating from a public high school in the top ten percent. I really just had to sign my name on the application, and I was in. Most of my classes are filled with honors students. Everyone should be at least as smart as I am. Following this trail of thought, something occurred to me: maybe they are. Maybe, they are so far beyond my level of thought, that the questions they ask--which sound dumb to me--are actually so intelligent, so intellectual, so insightful that I am literally unable to comprehend them to their full complexity. God that would suck. See this is the kind of sick self-doubt my mind likes to throw at me. By the way, I meant that in a totally non self-deprecating sense.

I would like to close with a word on the season of Lint. Not the most popular to be sure, and it's about a month gone by, now, but I think it holds well to this topic of negative things I do to my self (self-deprivation rather than self-deprecation). I have barely gotten used to Facebook again, and yet I am already thinking up new and exciting things to give up for next year. I really think I should hold out for something way cool that's yet to be invented, but my mind is on a constant lookout for things that would make me miserable to be without. Some recent things it has noted is Brand-named food, especially cereal. I utterly hate the idea of eating off-brand Honey Combs or Rice Crispies. I find their prominence on the breakfast food isle to be offensive at best, but more often, just plain revolting. It would be great for me to give something like that up for Lent, I think. Anyway, I'm hungry. It's time to break out the Hot Pockets.

Some things that occurred to me while watching the Daily Show

04/27/09 - So Stewart asked a funny question of the French finance minister on tonight's show: "Who is more socialist at this time, the U.S. or France?" It's funny because America, with its democratic president, isn't even considered to be liberal in the rest of the world. Okay, so that didn't need to be explained, but I like to bring it up because I am constantly amused by the people who think we are becoming this leftist, socialist, communist society. For instance, a "friend" of mine on Facebook who goes to a university in Texas recently posted as his status, 

"John Doe thinks his room needs to be cooler, but that's never going to happen. Stupid socialists with their state controlled A/C units...."

I just find it hard to believe that some how, unbeknownst to every Texan (but one apparently), Socialists have managed to infiltrate the State Board of Education's College Dorm Room A/C Temperature Control Committee and set the temperature deliberately too high in order to save the State money. That's it for the political diatribe, i think.

I hate it when i drop the remote. My bed is much too high. Probably the socialists fault. Oh well, I wanted Hot Pockets anyway. 

Molten cheese followed by the Decemberists is delicious.

Less funny is Verizon Wireless's "these sprinkles represent..." commercial. No one wants that many sprinkles on their ice cream.

I think that if I jumped off a building in the middle of a city--as is done in the Rhapsody Music commercial--I would be listening to something a little more emo than what the woman listens to in the commercial.

I wonder if it was the lack of credit checks, down-payments, etc. that helped fuel the current economic crisis. I mean, I'm just an economics major, so I probably have no more insight into the matter than a drag-rat, but it just seems like that kind of consumeristic attitude wouldn't help the situation.

The poor Cyclops in Krod Mandoon... he just needs some counseling. Not unlike some other people I know. 

"Hey! Mambo! Mambo Italiano!" Such a better commercial song than Five Dollar Foot Long. Jimmy John's has good spots too though. I especially like their multilingual ads. You know the one. Where the woman drops her towel and the delivery boy smiles and gives a thumbs up. It appeals to my young male stereotype, but I do wonder when they'll get sued for creative property infringement by the porn industry.

Bally Fitness offers memberships to over 300 clubs nationwide. Do people who get memberships to fitness centers travel around the country much?

I'm not really sure how long an average blog entry is supposed to last, but i think I'm going to call it quits here pretty soon. In closing, I want to say publicly that, like almost everyone else out there, I hate how commercials take up so much TV time. We should be allowed more time to watch the mind rotting shows instead. Just kidding of course. There is some good television out there. Like PBS. And how can there only be two spanish language channels on basic cable? I don't know, I'm not the Czar of Television. Assuming there is such a position. I bet the socialists are in charge of it too. Fuckin' shit up. Damn socialists.

Well... so I feel like this has been a productive bout of blogging. I know it's not a lot. I'm sure it's poorly written. But I've read worse. And it's just the internet.