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Thursday, February 26, 2009

My Country Music

I'm a firm believer in the notion that a person can learn to love anything. Food, activities, family. We grow up with it, we get used to it and eventually, we love it. Music is no different. It's no coincidence that people in the south love country music and it's not additives in the water that gives us all a soft spot for our parent's music. We listen to what we like, but we like what you listen to. I'm confident that if you were hear enough of that one genre you never seemed to get into, you'll find something to love about it. But we rarely tolerate music that's different long enough to figure out why other people like it so much.

There's one that you hear all the time:
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
"Oh, I listen to pretty much everything, except country."

I was one of 'em. The stuff just turned me off. The sound, the vocals, the lyrics - I wanted nothing to do with it. But hey, I felt the same way about pop.

Really, though, that's fine. It's not like those who prefer stay within a couple genres run out of music to listen to. They're happy. I was happy when all I listened to was rock, or as Dad called it, "bang-your-head-on-the-wall music." It took a rock band covering a pop song to open my eyes to pop. Did I do myself a favor by exploring other genres, like country? ...Meh, I don't think it really makes a difference. It sure is fun! But I was never discontent with my music collection. I never felt like anything was missing.


My relationship with country music started with one bluegrass band's amazing vocalist. It was her voice that made me want to listen, but I later found myself enjoying the sounds of instruments I couldn't even name. I was warming up to the very things I once saw no value in. And it continued.

It only takes a little something to get you listening. And when that something hooks you in, you actually listen. I had inadvertently given the music a chance to grow on me.

While I was at work, yesterday, I thought about how I got into this whole country music thing, what lead to what and how quickly it all happened. I decided I should share. So here are my country music albums, and how I discovered them all!


Alison Krauss & Union Station

Now, I understand that this is a bluegrass group, but I just can't exclude them. They were my gateway to all of this music. They opened my ears to every other artist on this list.

I first heard Alison Kauss & Union Station on AmazonMP3.com. They used to (and may still) give away free MP3s from time to time. I had download the songs "Heartstrings" and "Every Time You Say Goodbye." I liked them. I remember soon after that, I saw a greatest hits CD in a Cracker Barrel restaurant. But I don't like really do greatest hits CDs. I think it's a little to Frankenstein-ish to pull albums apart and piece them together like that. I'll write about my reverence for albums, some other time.

I eventually forgot about the band and the songs on my computer. Months, maybe even a year later, I came across the tracks again in my music library and fell in love with them. Turns out, both tracks were the same album, "Every Time You Say Goodbye."

They've become one of my favorite groups and while I've yet to delve into the solo albums the band members have released, I have every intention to.

"Every Time You Say Goodbye" - 1992 (purchased at Best Buy in July, 2008)

"New Favorite" - 2001 (purchased at FYE in September, 2008)

"Lonely Runs Both Ways" - 2004 (gift from Mom on Christmas 2008)


Lee Ann Womack
This was a Pandora Radio find. "The Healing Kind" came up on my newly created country and bluegrass station. I listened to the samples for the other tracks on the album, "I Hope You Dance" and put it on my to-buy list.

To be honest, the album dried up on me pretty quickly and I hardly listen to it, anymore. That's why I don't have too much to say about Womack.

"I Hope You Dance" - 2000 (purchased at Best Buy in December, 2008)


Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris was an interesting find. While in Best Buy, I decided to purchase the aforementioned Lee Ann Womack album. But while still in the country section, I saw this on the shelf:
I wish I could find a higher resolution shot of the back cover, because that's what really won me over. I knew nothing of the singer but after staring at this album for a good two or three minutes, I decided that I had to have it. Yes, I sometimes roll the dice and buy an album solely on the artwork. It's exciting. You should try it.

As it turns out, I loved it! It put "I Hope You Dance" on the back burner for days. And coincidentally, the album I picked up was her debut. According to Wikipedia, she disowned her true first album. I decided that I might as well buy her albums in order, and I did - for the next two... That's when I realized that Emmylou Harris was the Stevie Wonder of country music. And by that, I mean she's been recorded for decades, hasn't stopped, and has put out way more albums than I would ever collect.

"Pieces Of The Sky" [Expanded & Remastered] - 1975 (purchased at Best Buy, same day as "I Hope You Dance")

"Elite Hotel" [Expanded & Remastered] - 1975 (purchased at Barnes & Noble in December, 2008)

"Luxury Liner" [Expanded & Remastered] - 1976 (purchased at Barnes & Noble, same day as "Elite Hotel")

"All I Intended To Be" - 2008 (purchased at Circuit City in February, 2009)


Carrie Underwood
Realizing the music was growing on me, I gave a local country station a spot in my FM presets. Right way, within just a couple days of each other, I heard two songs I loved without hearing who they were by. Soon after, while browsing country music on Last.fm, I decided to check out Carrie Underwood. I only recalled having heard "Jesus Take the Wheel," and I knew that was a long time ago. Turns out the two songs I loved so much were not only both by the same artist, but on the same album! The songs were "Last Name" and "All-American Girl."

"Carnival Ride" - 2007 (birthday present from Kyle in January, 2009)


SugarLand
I'm afraid I don't have a cool story for how I discovered SugarLand. I just heard them at the Grammys. They performed the song, "Stay." And yes, I'm aware that "Stay" isn't on the album I bought, but "Love on the Inside" had great chart performance and I read the duo actually had a lot more creative control. I'll probably work my way back. I don't want to say too much about the album, other than that I like it, because I've only listened to it one time through.

"Love on the Inside" [Deluxe Fan Edition] - 2008 (purchased at Wal Mart on February 25, 2009)


Artists of interest, whose albums I don't have:
Martina McBride
Dolly Parton
Jason Aldean
The Peasall Sisters
Ricky Skaggs

While country and bluegrass are becoming an increasingly significant part of my music collection, I'm still very much new to the country universe. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them!


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

It's Not That I'm Lazy, It's That I Just Don't Care

I feel that perhaps, my days of traditional employment are numbered. I don't think I can answer to people for the rest of my life. I'm starting to think that in order for me to happy, even content with my career, I'm gonna have to be self-employed, or at least in a position that holds me to deadlines and little else.

And no, this is not about cell phones, though it may have been the straw that broke the camel's back (or at least made him wonder why the #%$& he was carrying so much straw).

I think I have a problem with authority. That may sound odd, coming from a guy who's been to detention a whole one time and who's only "run-in with the law" is a single traffic ticket. "How could a guy who never gets in trouble have a problem with authority?" Simple: I'm nice. I don't like hurting people. I don't like putting people through trouble. I don't mind going out my way for the people I care about.

In the workplace that translates to only a moderate concern for customer satisfaction. I don't want to think that someone paid money and I reduced the value of the product, because that's not fair. That's not to say that I like obeying my... my "superiors..."

There are few things on this Earth I hate more than being told what to do. Sounds childish? I guess it probably is. Plain and simple: If you, a parent, a teacher, a boss, the law - anybody tells me to do something and I do it, it's because:
1. I agree that it's the right thing to do.
2. I don't want to deal with the consequences of not doing it.
3. I don't think it's worth arguing over.

The fact that someone has been placed in a position of authority over me doesn't motivate me, whatsoever. If I don't want to do (or feel like doing) what I've been told to do (1), the consequences are negligible (2), and it's going to put me through a significant bit of trouble (3), I'm most likely not going to do it.

And if you really think about it, you'll realize that most people operate the same way.

On top of that, I really just hate taking orders. Like when I'm minding own business, doing my job, and someone tells me, "Hey, Chris, why don't you try this? Try doing it this way. Thanks, man." Constructive criticism. Fair enough, right? I'll take it, consider it and rethink my methods. But there's this little Christian Bale in my mind that goes totally ape$#!%.

What, we're getting poor reviews? I just don't care. I'd like to. It'd be nice if I did.

I've realized that I will probably never be motivated by "the good of the company." I will probably never care if my supervisor likes me. I can't see myself striving to impress. That doesn't mean I won't do my job well, but I don't know if I'll want to "go the extra mile" to put a smile of someones face.

Maybe it's a character flaw. Maybe I'm selfish. Maybe I'm just a douche. Maybe I just need to deal with it and get used to having people in charge of me.

Millions upon millions of workers get up every day, and go to jobs they don't care about and perform just as I've described. You know them. They walk around like Wally from Dilbert, avoiding all the real work they can and stay under the radar until 5 o'clock. If I end up in a cubicle, I know I'll be that guy.

Maybe I can succeed, motivated by my own success, working for something I believe in, without someone else breathing down my neck, making sure he get's his money. Maybe I can find a career where I can at least work alone and get credit for my own work, instead of just being drop in somebody's "labor" bucket.

I'd probably be doing the world a favor. No one needs another Wally.


Monday, February 23, 2009

All Hell Breaks Loose: 'How My Phone Is Taking Over My Life' Part 2

I was at a meeting tonight. A staff meeting at my job. ...I know, the story sounds ordinary enough, as it begins. Stay with me. I don't want to be alone, right now...

It started off like any other staff meeting would. Employees arrived and took their seats. Small talk, jokes - absolute normalcy. Our manager spoke, as he usually does, in a manner similar to that of Michael Scott, only without the jokes. Eh, less jokes, anyway.

I sat, as patiently as I could, as our manager went over his new list of old rules. I shot glances at my coworkers too the left and the right, mumbling one-liners no one would hear, just to keep myself occupied while he explained our policies. All was well on planet Earth. Birds flew. Waters flowed. Children laughed and played.

Then it all came crashing down in a single instant... There's an old saying I'm sure you've heard. It goes, "All good things must come to an end." And in that one, catastrophic moment, they all did.

No cell phones.

We can't even bring them in the building.

This is like Katrina, 9/11 and Metro Station all rolled into one...


Friday, February 20, 2009

How My Phone Is Taking Over My Life

See, I thought I was smart, opting for the "smartphone." I thought I was smart, opting for the unlimited data plan, with a quadrillion texts. I thought I was smart, setting up my email on my phone and enabling email notifications for every service I use. I thought I was smart, installing those Twitter applications...

Now, I'm on my phone constantly - and I don't even call anybody!

It's just so easy to do! I'm in the line at Wal Mart, on breaks at work, while walking across the house - at any boring moment, my Blackjack starts talking to me. He's like
"Bro, check Twitter. While you're at it, check your blog reader! Hey, someone wrote on you Facebook wall. I bet you're wondering what Obama's doing? Dude, Soulja Boy is so crazy, look at what he said about Bow Wow! Hey, I bet there's more news on the Star Trek movie. Bro, another email! This text joke is so funny, you better forward it! What were your work hours, again? Hey, there's a new Marvel vs. DC on YouTube!"

My phone has become such a big a part of my life, I'm not sure what I'd do without it. Losing my phone, or just going back to a basic, non-smartphone would be like losing my TV. Or at least, cable.

Why is this bad? Because it's making me more dependent on technology? Because it's taking away valuable time for critical thinking? Is it a manifestation of an underlying anxiety issue?

No.

It's bad because I don't wear a suit!

Now, if I had a job that required me to wear a suit, this would be perfectly acceptable behavior! People in suits are always on their phones and no one question's them. We just assume they're doing business.

If I had a suit, my friends and co-workers wouldn't think, "Why is this guy always messing with his phone? He's such a loser and I hate his guts. I hope he gets hit by a helicopter..."

Instead, they would think, "Wow. That dude is so successful. You can tell, because he's got that phone and that suit. He's probably trading stocks or something. Setting up a golf date with some CEO, probably. I bet he's got so much money. I wish I was as rich as him. Look at him, with his business suit, tapping away... I bet his hands are so dexterous. I wanna be as dexterous as him. He's probably ambidexterous... He's got so many friends, I bet. I wish I had that many friends. I want to be his friend... I wonder if he's seeing anyone... Mmm..."

Whatever... I'ma go set up AIM on this peice...


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I'm a Blogger!

I've recently come to think of myself that way. It's not that it's my defining trait, or that I consider it anything like an occupation. It's that I've tried to put myself in the mindset that this isn't just something I do when I'm bored. That's included talking to bloggers (still working on that), trying to expose my blog to people that aren't predisposed to support my (read: friends) and, most importantly, reading blogs.

I'm really enjoying it. But I'm not so good about commenting and I'm starting to realize why most of my readers don't do it. It's okay. The comments you give in person mean a lot more.

Also, though, this blog has become a little less about talking to friends and a bit more about speaking to the world. Is the world reading this? Nah. But it's more than just classmates, these days. I've recently realized that there are many, many bloggers out there who are doing the same thing, and they appreciate each other. And that kinda feels good.

I started this blog testing the waters. I was seeing if what I did on Xanga and MySpace would still be fun. Since then, it's gone from straight babbling to, well, mostly babbling. More importantly, it's gone from an escape from boredom to a hobby.

I'm saying all this because I realized today that it's been six months since I started this blog. It's kind of a milestone. I've even decided to post the Followers gadget, which you'll see to your right. I'm not gonna lie, with one follower, I didn't want it up there. I'm not entirely sure how it even works. I know if you're on Blogger, you can use it to easily subscribe. If you use some other blog service, it may work the same way, I have no idea. And if you don't have profile on a blog service... well, you just keep reading like you do now, okay? Cool.

So yeah. Here's to six more months of genius and awesome, eh?

...Hey, it ain't Guinness!


Thanks for reading, guys.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Lily, I Need You! ...Well, Pretty Much...

So, I've been trying to get Lily Allen's new album, "It's not Me, It's You." It hasn't been working out, and it's pretty much my fault. Truth is, I just don't care enough. At first, I was pretty much anticipating it, if you can "pretty much anticipate" stuff. I was excited to read in the Sunday paper that Best Buy would have it for $9.99.

Not bad.

The album came out Tuesday, like CDs usually do, and I went to bed the night before, dead set on coppin' dat ish in the morning, son.

I ate breakfast, which included a single, gross boiled egg (are the brown ones supposed to taste different?), and was about to get dressed when I remembered that I had about 1/8th of a tank of gas in my car. If I went to Best Buy, which is 30 minutes away, I'd have to stop and get gas.

I know what you're thinking: "That is the beginning of the dumbest argument, ever, dumbhead. If you don't buy gas today, you'll just have to buy it the next time you got out. You're dumb, dummy."

Please, don't even act like you haven't done it. Besides, that wasn't all. It was the only place I needed to go. 30 minutes there, 30 minutes back. An hour's worth of gas, just for a CD (yeah, I measure gas in minutes, got problems?).

Now, I've got friends, reading this now, thinking "I know Chris would totally make that drive for a CD!" And if Lily Allen had been one of my favorite artists, like, in my top 50, there would have been no question as to whether I was going out or not.

Yeah... I'm pretty sure I could list 50 artists I would have made that drive for...

But Lily Allen? She's just not up there. I think I'll like the album. And if it's as good as the first, I'll be glad I bought it. But I knew that if I waited until the next day, I'd already be driving more than halfway to Best Buy, just to get to work. Unfortunately for Lily's release day sales numbers, I decided to save the gas and get it before work, Wednesday (yesterday, for those having trouble keeping up).

Hooray beer math!

Yesterday morning I had everything timed just right. I left the house about 45 minutes before I needed to be at work, which was only 20 minutes away. Now, Best Buy was about 10 minutes past work, but Target was on the way to work. The plan was that I would stop at Target and look for the CD on the way to work. If it cost much more than $9.99, I would go to Best Buy after work.

$13.99

I almost bought it, but I didn't. My next thought: Disney World Walmart! I had time to stop and still make it to work on time! Bwaha! ...But the album is explicit and Walmart only sells clean and edited albums. Quite the double standard, if you ask me. They sell all kinds of R rated movies and M rated games.


Whatever, I decided to wait for Best Buy.

Five minutes before I got off work, I got a phone call from home asking me to pick up a pizza on the way back. Of course, I accepted. I woudn't kick kittens into traffic and I wouldn't turn down a pizza. I'm human.

Dad agreed to call in the order. But as I walked out of work, it hit me. It would take me about 30 minutes longer to get to the pizza place (and home) if I went to Best Buy. I thought about calling back and asking Dad to delay his order by half an hour, but it just felt rude...

Maybe I'll buy it today. But today is a like Tuesday, I don't have any other reason to go out. 30 minutes there, 30 minutes back. An hour's worth of gas, just for a CD.

I can't win.



Whoa! I just found two ink pens and my old copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the book) behind my bed.

...These are nice pens!


Monday, February 9, 2009

AAAAAHHHHHH! ...geez!

I'm mad... I should say, I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated with our blender. Why? Because the second the blades begin to spin, they create an air bubble inside of which the blades continue to spin, leaving everything else in the blender safe from mutilated, fruit bliss. It takes about .8 seconds from the time the blades begin spinning for the bubble to form.

Start. Stop. Jab with a spoon. Repeat.

Now, I don't know jack skellington about blenders, but I can only assume that this phenomenon should be attributed to poor construction, a.k.a. cheapashellness.

Whatevs. That's not important. The real problem is that I let myself get stressed too easily. I nearly blew a gasket (whatever that is) trying to make a smoothie the other night. I ended up dumping half of it on the counter and letting it sit there while I ate the rest.

Okay, so the spill was an accident. The point is that I didn't care. I sat there, festering in anger, eating the chunky remainder with a spoon.

I've been trying to relax, or learn how to. It's the major reason I'm not in school this semester. I have to learn to calm down. Simply not having anything to worry about helps a lot, but these little things like blenders get me all bothered. Funny thing is, people hardly seem to notice. I guess on the outside, I just look frustrated or upset. But on the inside, I feel like putting throwing blenders into traffic, at rush hour.

I've got to stop wiggin' out.

One thing that always seems to help my mood, though, is music. It helps me relax, even if only temporarily. When I'm upset, I can just throw on something fun and before too long, I find myself lost it. Maybe that's part of why we have it.


Here are some songs that really seem to help brighten my mood, these days:

"I Know UR Girlfriend Hates Me" - Annie
"Overpowered by Funk" - The Clash
"Food Fight!" - Be Your Own Pet
"40 oz" - BrokeNCYDE
"I Wana Go" - Soulja Boy
"Kaliforn-Eye-A" - P.O.D. feat. Mike Muir
"Sound Of Kuduro" - Buraka Som Sistema
"Come On" - Stanley Clarke


What do you guys do to cool down? What keeps you from losing your mind when the stray mutt of fate pees on your shoes?

Seriously... I wanna know...


Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Grammy's

In the past, the Grammy awards have only served to frustrate and disappoint me. This has not changed. The Recording Academy and I don't see eye to eye. There criteria is... lacking? I won't say that. I can't say that. Truth be told, their criteria is a complete mystery to me. I can't even put myself in their shoes. I can't adopt that mindset. I can't follow the tracks of the train of thought that could lead to their conclusions.

Being me, I watched the entire Pre-Telecast online, with Tia Carrere and Wayne Brady. That's when they award the majority of Grammys (100, I think). And of course, I watched the television broadcast, so I did see every Grammy awarded. And, simply put: I just don't understand their definition of "best."

I once thought of how I would choose the winners, if I had my own award show. I considered the options and decided on what criteria I would judge by. Then I realized that I had reinvented the Billboard Music Awards. Ah, well...

I could crack jokes. I could rag on the many, many performers that I feel didn't deserve their awards. But I won't. There's no point in making fun or putting people down. It won't accomplish anything. So I'll just say this:

I'm very happy for Alison Krauss, Taylor Swift is gorgeous (photo lifted from here), and M.I.A. was rocking that nine-month baby.


...and, uh...

Katy Perry can't sing and now the world knows.

Robert Plant looks homeless.

The Jonas Brothers sound terrible and have no business sharing the stage with Stevie Wonder.

Jonas Brothers > Paul McCartney.

I still don't see what the world sees in Radiohead.

The Lifetime Achievement awards are overdone to the point of meaninglessness and nobody cares.

I don't care how great Heath Ledger was, The Dark Knight's score was dull, emotionless and
entirely unremarkable.

"Lollipop" as Best Rap Song?

Everyone has their own preferences, but I'm pretty sure nobody likes Kid Rock, anymore...



...Whoops... it slipped out...

Um, anyway, did you watch the Grammys? What did you think of the awards and the performances? Am I crazy?


If you didn't catch it,
here's the full list of Grammy nominees and winners.


Friday, February 6, 2009

"...But Robots? No, They're Just Lights and Clockwork"

Sorry, bruh. There are three able-bodied Food Lion employees right over there, crackin' jokes. They know all about grocery and putting it in bags. They can handle it.

It's something I still don't understand: self-checkouts. Sure, they can be faster when the lines are longer and I don't have much. And when the situation arises that I have one or two items to buy, I'll use them. But I hate it like mayonnaise. I just can't stand the idea of waiting in line, ringing up my own crap, then bagging it, just so Wal-Mart can downsize a couple of minimum wage employees.

And the technology is far from perfected. The machines literally don't know apples from oranges, they freak out if you scan too fast, and I'm pretty sure I heard one call me the "N word," the other day. I say we get rid of the things and hire more teens. If I'm gonna have to deal with incompetent employees, I'd rather they have a faces.


It's okay, though. This came up in shuffle and cheered me up.

Is that Eva Mendes in the car?


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

What I Won't Do To My Kids

Where I work, we host parties. Mostly birthday parties for small children. We have places for them to run around, fart and play, play and fart. Then we round them all up and send them into a "Party Room" for the traditional cake and opening of the presents. Being one that works in the 'fart and play' area, I see a lot of parents and kids interacting.

It's a place meant for parents and children to have fun together, but often sees them at odds. We have rules. Kids break them. It's interesting to watch the parenting that takes place, at most times, but things can get disturbing for a guy like me, who just doesn't understand them. I see parents do some things that I really admire. And sometimes I'm stunned by things I know I would never do. Parenting styles vary a lot, and I think maybe I'm starting to see where I'll fall.

Yesterday, I saw a dad snap as his daughter, telling her "Don't pout if you're not hurt!" The girl was maybe 10 and, that's a fair enough thing to expect a child to do, I guess. But it was one of those moments that would have prompted other moms to glance over to see what happened, then turn back and say "Hmph." To me, it just felt cold. A few minutes later, he shouted at his son for running. To be fair, the kid did almost knock over a little girl. But still, again, it just felt cold. What this man lacked was a loving inflection.

This guy walked around with his jaw clenched tight, and probably his butt cheeks, too. He seldom talked to his kids other than to tell them what to do. He had cute, well-behaved children and a gorgeous hottie for a wife, but he still walked around like he was using red pepper toilet paper.

He came off as the former jock type. Perhaps, in his heyday, he was star of the football team, with his arm around one cheerleader and his letterman jacket on another. Maybe he missed the good ol' days when praises radiated from the stands as people shouted his name, "Mean Dad! Mean Dad! Mean Dad!" Maybe he's mad that he has four kids (at least). Maybe he's mad because his wife wasn't the hottest girl in school (though I doubt it, 'cause, oh man). Maybe someone slipped a Whoopee Corncob in his seat. Or maybe it really was the Chipotle Charmin.

Or maybe, his father yelled at him, growing up, and that's just the way he knows to do it.

My guess is it's the shouting. But I've noticed I don't shout. My dad doesn't shout. My grandfather didn't shout. My other grandfather never shouts. We get mad, like everyone else. We get in arguments. We just don't raise our voices.

In my dad's dad's case, he changed his life and just stopped getting angry. My mother, on the other hand, can't even remember a time her father ever yelled at anyone. I can't think of a time my dad ever shouted or yelled. My parents seldom argue, to my knowledge. But on those occasions, the shouting is one-sided. Regardless of the difference in volume, my father maintains his unchallenged position as head of the household, with all the respect and reverence that comes with it. He just does it with a calm tone.

Not shouting wouldn't be a problem for me. It's just not something I find myself motivated to do. And I certainly don't see myself yelling at children. But could I maintain a position of firm authority that way, without ever having to scare my kids into obedience? It can be done, sure. Dad pulled it off. It looks like both my grandfathers managed to do it. But can I? Only time will tell, I guess.

This is just me thinking, of course. I don't really know what I'm going to do and not do to my future children. But I do know I won't be yelling at them.

I can tell already that I'm going to be more like a Danny Tanner than an Uncle Bernie.

I miss Bernie Mac...


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

"Well, Mr. Williams..."

I went to the dentist, yesterday. It's not my favorite.

Anyway, it was just a routine cleaning. No big deal. I just don't like being in places where people routinely dish out bad news. You know, places like the doctor's office, the dentist's office, the auto shop - they're all the same. I walk in, sit down and pass the time playing memory games like "What Time Did I Poop Seven Days Ago?" See, I really think that victory, being such a feat in memory mastery, would be enough to earn a good report, but I never win. I still have to wait and see.

And the revelation is the worst part! It's the same everywhere: the doctor/dentist/mechanic walks in, drying/wiping/wringing his hands and says, "Well, Mr. Williams..." And it's at that very moment that the monotonous tone of their voice and the emotionless expression on their face remind you that your condition won't affect them, that they deliver out bad news every day, and that regardless of what they say next, they're going to walk out the room and go about their business. I, on the other hand, have to deal with the results, whatever they may be...

The dentist's report was just fine, but boy do I hate that, "Well, Mr. Williams!"


Sunday, February 1, 2009

My Picks for the Funniest Super Bowl Ads of 2009

This year had some great commercials and most of them were really funny. I found myself, and those around me, laughing quite a bit. And oddly, the laughs weren't coming from the usual places. See, when I sit down for the Super Bowl, I consider the top contenders for "funniest ad," to be Bud Light and Pepsi. In my opinion, this year's Bud Light ads were the weakest I can remember. Heck, even Budweiser's Clydesdales didn't seem to "hit'cha right here," like they usually do. And Pepsi? "PepSuber." That's all I can say about that... *sigh*

So who brought the heat, this year? Like I said, not the expected. Here are my picks for the Funniest Super Bowl Ads of 2009:

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Now, obviously, I'm not King of Commercials and you might not agree with my list. You should make your own list (or just tell me what you think I'm missing). If you do make your own list, show it too me. I'd love to see it! You can see a vast majority of Super Bowl ads from this year and last year on Hulu.com. Unfortunately, despite the fact that Hulu was promoted as the official online host of Super Bowl ads, they don't seem to have every ad. I suppose you could scrounge up the rest on YouTube, like I did for number 2.

Good Luck!