Saxophones, Wet Footprints, and Bubbles

I used to think it was a bad thing that prescription drug manufacturers are allowed to market directly to people that don't have the legal authority to decide which prescription drugs - if any - to buy.

Not anymore:

Thank you, John Gordon. And thank YOU, Bristol Myers Squibb, creators of Luftal.

The Storm Is Coming

Here's the ad that started the conversation.

Here's Stephen Colbert's response:


Here, apparently, is the follow up, from Maggie Gallagher, President of the National Organization for Marriage, the original admakers.  I found it in a Huffington Post article, uncited...

I've always thought Stephen Colbert was a double-agent, pretending to pretend to be a conservative, to pull one over Hollywood. Now I'm sure.

And here's another, less surprising reaction to Colbert's video...

I get struck by gay lightning all the time.

Killpecker!

One of the filmmakers explained this project to me a few weeks ago.  Sounded like part Monty Python and the Holy Grail, part Don Quixote, part This Is Spinal Tap, and part The Stupids Step Out

Note the exclamation point in the title.  Classy.

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Outta My Hookup

I don't truly love the NBA until the playoffs start, but I love the players I love year round.

Chauncey Billups, Steve Nash, and Ray Allen have been favorites for a while.  Shaq has always made me laugh, but he'll soon retire and graduate to my Hall of Fame Team.*  Kevin Garnett won me over last year.  And LeBron James just impressed me once again...

Don't pump fake me now.

Thanks to TNC for the recommendation.

*Charles Barkley, Dennis Rodman, John Starks, Danny Ainge, Hakeem Olajuwon, Vlade Divac, Muggsy Bogues, John Salley, and probably a few more that I can't remember right now.  Unusual group, I realize.  Funny the athletes that attract you as a little kid. 

Today's Sign of the Apocalypse

I've just recently started checking in on Facebook often, because I've just recently started playing with my Facebook status message.

I'm pretty sure my Facebook status isn't going to replace Twitter in my life, for I still dig Twitter, and I agree with Fred Wilson's call for improved Facebook-Twitter integration, but I love the extra little constraint the Facebook status message adds to the posting process. 

The Facebook status box is not a blank field in which I can impose whatever grammar I want.  It starts with my name, and, whether I like it or not, I'm the subject of of the status.  In third person.

Jake is missing Chinese toothpick ubiquity.

Jake will be ready, sometime between now and pretty soon.

Jake dreamt about coyotes that looked like little yapper bike basket dogs.

Silly silly.

But, as much fun as I'm having with the status message function and what I think is a totally creative microblogging constraint, Facebook just advertised its way onto my naughty list.

I had never had a problem with Facebook ads before.  I had never really even noticed them actually.  But, today, Facebook drops an ad into my news feed that's trying to recruit me to go to the developing world and proseltyze through language education, and, in response, not only am I posting a picture of the ad and half-assedly whining about it, but I'm also considering changing my religion on Facebook to Amish, which I think is pretty much the funniest thing anyone could possibly do on Facebook.

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