Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Mile High Club...

No, this isn't what you think...it's the blogging version and yes, I will keep it clean.

There’s only so much Spider Solitare you can play on one plane flight. And after you lose enough in a row and realize that you’re not even playing the hardest level, for an idiot like me that thinks in some ways he may have some intellectual capacity, it’s degrading. Two suits, match up the cards from highest to lowest, win cheesy firecrackers at the end. Simple…yet so freaking hard to win…so now I type because at least I can convince myself that talking to the wall (or typing to the wall) has some sort of redeeming value…of which I’m probably wrong.

I think I caught a cold. I take a 30 minute nap, wake up all warm and cozy, and have the sniffles. Thanks to my kindness, the kid I let sit next to me (that I now know has a cold) because his parents wanted to have him near them will either cost me $10 in Nyquil or a day of work. Kindness kills…and I’m not even all that kind…just kind at the wrong times…call it stupidly kind.

Movies in the plane are funny. People pay $5 to buy the (probably used) headset and watch a movie on a 10” overhead monitor 10 feet away. Where else would anyone do that? Then there’s always the guy that laughs like he’s Santa Claus delivering presents at the orphanage. Where he laughs and half the plane wakes up because no one was interested in watching “The Invention of Lying” in the first place. It’s like a bomb went off and I see people jolt up like they were just tasered as a practical joke.

On this flight I almost feel like I’m on a cruise ship. Average age of the people in my general vicinity is about 60…and that’s including me and the sick kid. If the sick kid and I weren’t here, everyone in the plane would probably be dead. Okay, that’s ridiculous, but I’m just saying...

I almost bought a new ukulele in Hawaii. I was totally jazzed to find a really nice one at Best Buy of all places, but it was over $700…pure koa wood =). If it were a voice it could even make Britney Spears sound like she could sing. The sound was so big and bold that I thought I was playing into a microphone. Beautiful instrument, not beautiful price…but I’ve got my eye on it. I’m not sure where this topic comes into play with the airline theme, but damn I wish I had a uke to play here on the plane…so there.

Damn, I type too fast (probably all of about 10 words a minute, but we haven’t landed yet and I’m out of things to say…sort of…because I’m never out of things to say)…blog getting too long, you’re falling asleep, I’m getting CTS…not a great combination no matter how you slice it. Anyway, your break time is probably up, so let’s call it a flight and reconvene at a later date…same plane time, same plane channel…shoot, that doesn’t sound at all enticing…

Monday, February 8, 2010

Superbowl Commercials...

This year's lineup was pretty impressive...at least for the first half of the game...a quick recap of the highlights for those that may have been caught up in the game instead of the real reason we all watch the superbowl...

Apparently Denny's is having a Free Grand Slam day this tuesday at all participating Denny's locations. I was not amused by their chicken adds after the first zillion Denny's commercials that flooded the second half of the game (i guess they were just too cheap to run an add in the first half). There were too many to post, so i won't waste anyone's time and i've made the executive decision to post none of them.

Lots of adds with men without pants. I'm not sure where the trend came from, but it was alarming and a little scary...this one was not particularly subtle...



Gotta love the efforts of this company trying to break into the male market...sorry guys, but from the boos we heard after their commercial (which was actually quite entertaining), they've long way to go before it becomes mainstream in male showers across the nation.



What was that weird add with Tim Tebow and his mom? Yeah, just like both of us thought...abortion...WTF? I had to do some research myself because i was confused about the point of his mom getting tackled by him in that commercial. But in the end the message was subtle...we don't want to talk to you about abortion during the superbowl, but log onto our website and read about our agenda on the pro choice/pro life debate.



Punch Buggy...damn, that's old school!



I would eat them with or without those commercials. Most of them were pretty lame...until the lamest of them all came out and i was rolling on the floor...enjoy!



The superbowl wouldn't be the same without a Betty White commercial



But the top ads had to go to this company for their Synthesizer work...



...their Lighthouse...



...and their LOST parody...



The commercials were actually a good complement to the game...the game was boring in the first half and the commercials were pretty awesome, but just as the commercials started to suck, the game got good...it's strange how things work out that way!

Hawaii Trip Concludes...

And I have been thinking of the randomest things...like...

It would seriously suck to be the one cropped out of pictures...that would piss me off...but then again, if i was in a picture with someone that i didn't want to be seen with, i'd be even more upset, so then i guess i should just shut up...

What happened to my "I'd rather stick anchovies in my ears" anti-drug poster that was on the door of my closet in Hawaii?

My sister complained to me the other day that i don't take all my junk from my parents house (accumulated through high school) and move it to where i currently live. The obvious problem with that is that i live in California and my parents live in Hawaii. So i turned the question on her and asked her if SHE was moving all her junk out with her as she moves into her new apartment in Hawaii. She said "yes." GOOD. Stupid sister.

If i can help someone grow millions in wealth and save them millions in taxes, they don't give me the time of day, but the second i want to take them out to lunch, they are free for at least an hour or two.

My black Ecko Unlimited jeans my mom bought me had drawn two responses. In Hawaii people really like them and ask where i got them from. In California, people ask me if i'm Mexican. Seriously, what the hell kind of jeans could possibly illicit those two responses?

Good friends are hard to find...and i'm finding that maybe I've been a little too liberal about the term "good friends"...

After 15 years of not attending my Hawaii high school's carnival, i managed to not attend it again this year...shit...but i did have a friend nice enough to buy me a serving of Portuguese Bean Soup...which is a little bit of heaven on earth without going through the hell of finding parking at the carnival...THANKS!

I found out that a long time friend from high school just had her father pass away on Saturday. Life is too short to not experience every day to the fullest, and to take advantage of every hour we are on this earth...A.S. R.I.P.