FCS defeats the FBS...

I guess the boys came out to play today...

Places to Visit...Hannibal, MO...

I have been meaning to make a trip to Hannibal, Missouri for the longest time. For your information, Hannibal is the boyhood home of the great Mark Twain. I believe the late great Cotton Fitzsimmons is a Hannibal native--he coached the Phoenix Suns when K.J. and Tom Chambers played for them.

I guess the view of the Mighty Mississippi is wonderful, too...

I heard of a dad who had too much to drink at the Warped Tour. I guess he drank all day--Budweiser--and at around 7 PM, when Motion City Soundtrack was playing, he started to spin around in a circle.

I guess spinning was something new to him; he puked all over the folks in front of him.

That's not the theme of the movie; money isn't everything is the theme of the movie.

Are you mentally retarded or something?

Battles!!!

Tomahawk!!!

Helmet!!!

Changes

I just changed the format of the blog; I think this is the third time. The colors are rather bright--watermelon. I would not surprise myself if I was to change the colors to something more stout.

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Dankers!!!
I remember when Stink Bomb McNamara was groovin' to this hit at the Elm Creek Nature Reserve--the year was probably 1993.


The sight of Stink Bomb's ear stud shining in the spring sun was memorable.

I think the government should take over every fast food chain that calls the USA home. After the takeover is complete, the government would then assign each citizen a fast food restaurant from which he or she would be allowed to eat at for free. However, each citizen would only be allowed to eat at one particular restaurant--no consumption multiples of McDonalds/Arbys or Arthur Treachers/Burger King. I really have no significant idea in regards to how each citizen would be assigned, but I guess weight and economic standing could be two determinants.

Just like any other state ran entity, the government would have to delegate cronies to take over each restaurant chain. I am quite ignorant towards the current pecking order, but I believe Ralph Reed Jr. would be an adroit handler Jimmy John's; we would probably see an interesting product line.

People would not be forced to eat fast food. I bet the paperwork to get accepted by McDonalds would be rather tiresome.

Would fast food owned by government cultivate a pejorative?

Tommy...

As of late, I have rejuvenated my interest towards the porn industry. I guess I got rather sick of the commercial bullshit that was ruining the business--quite a few performers were trying to break into the the mainstream.

In 2007, however, the porn industry has cleansed itself of the prosaicness that has been present since the early 2000's.

I don't want to recommend any particular film from the past year, but if you look, you are bound to find some solid shit.

After seeing the Viva Viagra commercial a couple weeks ago, I can honestly say that the advertising industry is headed for its nadir. Along with the student winning commercial for GM that was shown during the Super Bowl, the Viva Viagra ad is part of a group of ads that are helping aid the realisation of capitalistic realism--I think it always existed, but it has vastly expanded its presence this decade.

From my own experience--I graduated from SIUC in 2005 with a degree in Advertising/IMC--professors of advertising are inclined to teach Capitalistic Realism at the University level. It's not about creating a unique concept; it's about finding a rational demographic to manipulate. If you want to attain excellent grades in Advertising, which will land you a job at one of the few big agencies, it will be required of you to sit in a drafty library for 5-7 hours reading the latest in consumer behavior reports. If you want to be considered mediocre--and receive C's--by a slew of washed up individuals who consider themselves members of academia, it's paramount to be creative and ignore the fact that suburban moms like to purchase sugary cereal and drive big vehicles. Honestly, I would love to see a dildo marketed towards moms aged 27-34 who live in suburban Midwestern towns. This Dildo, however, would have to be extra thick. Anyways, in regards to the subject, most students who I knew were scared shitless of those who taught them; they never questioned what they were being taught. It's so sad to see your peers enter a field of manipulation. At the end of day, the individuals who work in advertising are duped by the practice to which they help keep in a stable form--one ready for posterity. It's like an EMT resuscitating a serial killer just so he/she can be murdered by the vile individual who they spared only because the job required it; if you ask me that is a pretty rotten trade-off.

I remember seeing this commercial during an airing of Drexel's Class back in early 1992:

My dumb ass found it down to Grant park this past Friday for Lollapalooza 2007. It was an alright event; I drank way too much, but I didnt puke.

Here is my recap:
*I got to the park at around 1 pm; I spent about 20 min trying to find the drink bracelets. After finding the drink bracelets, I finally bought my first two beers of the day--two 16 oz. cups for $5 each. I smoked a cigarette and then headed over to watch the Son Volt.

Son Volt, a band I have seen before, played its new album from top to bottom. I guess they sounded alright, but it was not the best I have ever heard.

After Son Volt finished up, I walked around for awhile and smoked so more. I watched the Polyphonic Spree at the Bud Light Stage for about a min and then left to go explore the festival. I had a slice of Connies' pizza--$4--and then went to get another beer. This time, I purchased a 22 oz bud for $7. I walked around and drank some more beer for the next couple hours. I made the obligatory trip to the atm to pay the $3.75 service charge. I gave some cigs away; I took a few pees.

I then made my way over to watch .Moe perform. After watching .Moe jamit up, I remembered that I hate jam bands and decided to to head over to the opposite end of the venue to watch the Black Keys perform.

I forgot how much I like the Black Keys. I was getting into the whole drum-guitar thing...

After the Keys finished up, I headed over to get a space for Daft Punk; I caught a little bit of LCD on the way to the At&t stage...I took a few pees, drank a few more beers, and smoked. I ran into MTV news; they asked if I wanted to be interviewed, but I said no. I really hate MTV and what it stands for--Kurt Loda Shit.

After waiting for an hour, Daft Punk started up; I was pretty close to the stage. The fuckin' lights mesmerized me; I thought I was going to shit my pants. I left the venue early; I pushed some asshole onto the ground.

Batman made me go a block out of my way; I got on the train; I passed out.

Goodnight...