Monday, December 10, 2007

World Turned Upside Down

Ok, let me set the stage. Mike Judge (creator of Beavis and Butthead and Office Space) made an uneven but still wildly inspired and hilarious movie last year called Idiocracy, about the triumph of stupidity in America. Fox did nothing to promote the film and it died quietly. But now it seems that someone is making and selling the fictional soft drink from the movie.

Of this abomination, one blogger wrote - "So, to recap: Fox wouldn't support a film about Brawndo, the energy drink that destroys plants, debases the human race, and makes those who drink it 'win at yelling', but they are now putting wholehearted support behind the actual drink." Awesome.

Now watch the commercial...

Sunday, December 9, 2007

My Dogs Are Pimp!

Check it out! My boys are stylin' in their new sweaters and jackets from Voyagers K9 Apparel. This clothing is fantastic! It is warm, lightweight, and fits properly - something that has always bothered me about dressing them in the past. They seem so pleased with themselves on our walks in the bitterly cold December mornings.

And don't they look sharp in black? When told what color I had selected for them, one friend complained, "you wouldn't dress your baby in black, would you?" To which I replied, "they aren't babies, they're men."

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Holy Shit

This is a fucking mind fuck. Morgan Spurlock was already on my list of badasses for his brilliant Supersize Me and his innovative 30 Days, but the thought that he may have actually found Osama bin Laden in the course of making his latest documentary is astonishing. I cannot wait to see it.

That's Just How He Rolls

Monday, December 3, 2007

Best Opening Line Ever

I just watched I ♥ Huckabees again on Saturday, and I must say that Jason Schwartzman's inner dialog at the beginning of the film is genius:
Motherfucking cocksucker, motherfucking shit-fucker, what am I doing? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't then nothing in this world makes any sense to me; I'm fucked.

Maybe I should quit. Don't quit. Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit. Just, I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do anymore. Fucker. Fuck. Shit.
Pretty much my soliloquy every fucking morning.