All I gotta say is I hope Favre dominates retirement as much as he did the NFL for the past 16 years. Thanks for every single memory, Brett. Rock on and enjoy yourself, mate, because you’ve earned it.
If you’ve read Shyzer for a while, you know that I’m something of a commercial enthusiast. I love good commercials. Problem is, there aren’t many of them. If you think anything that airs during the Super Bowl is a good commercial, then you are retarded and should never voice an opinion again.
Below I’ve compiled a list of current commercials that are so horrible, I want to jab a dull spoon into my eyes whenever I see them come on. If given the option of watching each of these for ten consecutive hours or being dipped in a pit of molten lava, well, go ahead and get my casket ready. The first bunch of commercials are just random ones I hate, with the final three being the Top 3 worst current commercials. I’d say “enjoy” right about now, but I have a feeling that nobody will enjoy suffering through these visual pieces of shit.
And if you haven’t guessed by now, strong language below, mainly because I like to say fuck whenever I get angry and hate something.
Update 1: As much as I loath linking to a Fox News story, they’re thankfully reporting that the Marines are not only aware of the video, but are investigating. In years past, reaching this step alone would have taken days, if not weeks, of organized letter and phone protests. Now? The Internet plows it’s way to justice in a mere 24 hours. Rock on.
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While drinking my daily dose of one barrel of coffee this morning, I was perusing digg for some interesting reading material when I came across a link that read “US Soldier throws puppy off cliff (video).” I clicked it thinking it would be some humorous play on words or satirical video and…oh, oh…no. It’s a clip of some scumbag, named David Motari, launching a puppy off a cliff.
I’m not even going to link to the video from here, just trust me that you don’t want to see it. I sure wish I hadn’t. However, the video’s not why the Internet still rocks. What I love about this global mess of nothingness we’ve created is how everybody has reacted to said indefensible video! Within 12 hours, people on digg have found the guy’s myspace page, his wife’s page, their home phone number & address, his bebo page, copies of his marriage license, and more. They’ve started letter campaigns to his Senator and Representative, have secured copies of the video and stashed them all across the web for proof, (since he is now franctically trying to take it down), and contacted just about anybody with a higher rank than his.
It would suck if the video was instead some horribly twisted joke with computer animation and whatnot. But let this be a lesson - if you piss off nerds on the Internet, they not only won’t care if the infractions were legitimate or not, but they’ll make your life a bitch and a half. Vigilante justice for the win!
I wish there were more people out there who didn’t always associate silence with awkward silence.
Sometimes it’s just nice to be quiet. Especially when it’s in the company of somebody you like. Give it a try sometime, people, you might actually find it enjoyable.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been taking full advantage of my free time to do one of three things. Either writing posts for Shyzer, redesigning HIF (still in the works) / the forums (done save for some small tweaks) / Shyzer Network (pretty much done), and working on a mystery project that must be completed within one month. Thus, the majority of my time this month has been staring bleary eyed at one of my many computer monitors while my sanity slowly slides away.
As I sit here and look around my new living quarters, I can’t help but feel they’ve changed in some small way. For instance, see if you can tell the difference between from how it looked before…
And how it looks now…
That’s actually not such a bad picture, as I’d cleaned up a little beforehand. However, there’s clearly a bunch of crap I didn’t bother removing either out of necessity or the feeling of futility since I knew a carbon copy of the item would soon replicate in it’s place. Take the many coffee mugs, for instance. At this point, there’s no real reason to move them until I’ve actually run out of coffee mugs. What’s the point of taking them upstairs and washing them out when I know that in a sort few hours more will seemingly magically reappear.
In fact, let’s look at the second picture a little more closely. I’ve never really been a fan of flickr before, but the ability to tag certain areas of photos with notes is pretty nifty and thus, I’ve uploaded and tagged the hell out of that photo. Go check it out and move your mouse over the photo, there’s a guaranteed chuckle or two in there. I’ll wait.
Back so soon? Sweet. That gave me time to slide my gloves and slippers on. It reached a cozy 10 degrees a while back, but it’s since dipped below zero again. If I die soon, please make sure the mortician checks for hypothermia. In fact, the only thing keeping me alive is the trace amounts of adrenaline pumping through my body as I try and anticipate what song will be on channel 415 next.
You see, all this time in front of my computer hasn’t just allowed me to de-evolve into a subspecies who lives in his own filth, but it’s given me ample time to discover some new music. With our cable plan, we get somewhere around 10,000 channels, give or take. I think 50 are devoted to Mexican soccer leagues and there are another few dozen showing travel guides to Nigeria (hint, bring lots of rice and hand soap). But if you’re able to get the channel shifted to the low 400s, you’ll find streaming, commercial free radio stations targeting every genre imaginable. In fact, I think the Mexican soccer leagues have a station up there too, where the announcer just sits around screaming “goooooooal” all day long.
As for me, I stick it on 415 or 417 or whatever else is playing decent music I’ve never heard of and by days end, have a new batch of awesomeness to upload to my iPod. Technology can be a bitch at times, but as long as I can tap my foot along with it, I’m all good.
