Saw this YouTube Skittles commercial linked from reddit.
"I met a man on the bus today."
YOU might have seen it already, but I didn't.
Hate Skittles, love the commercials!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Zoom zoom
Zooomr is moving to Japan, so no images can be uploaded.
So, visualize a pic of a distorted barcode HERE.
Best I can figure, someone stomped on it with a stiletto-heel shoe and ground it around a bit. The lamination over the barcode seems to have shifted around a bit, but the lower level of print stayed put. I've never seen anything like it. These are what I think are called photocomposed barcodes. They looked like they are "printed" on photographic paper, and are quite sturdy, as compared to something I might whip out on the laser printer using label stock. Like I implied, this barcode was on an I.D. type (and yet not) of card that was hot-laminated.
Music for the day, in the vehicle, was Disraeli Gears. I swear there was a scent of patchouli oil in the air! Or maybe just the Fresh Mountain Scent of my laundry detergent...
Speaking of Lou Reed and friends, several people (and by that I mean no one) complained about my post yesterday showing appreciation for a drug-related song. Well, I AM something of a minor fan-boy of Lou and the Velvets, having several CDs, cassette tapes, and albums. Even went to a Lou Reed concert, back in the day. And that's something, I've only been to three rock music concerts! Plus one Ska performance.
My friend had a Lear 8-track stereo in his MG-TD. We used to blast through the neighborhood playing White Heat/White Light at quite a volume. I didn't care for it much, then, but eventually grew appreciate it, as I was sucked into the dark vortex of the hippy-dippyness of 1969-1970.
Repetition breeds!
So, visualize a pic of a distorted barcode HERE.
Best I can figure, someone stomped on it with a stiletto-heel shoe and ground it around a bit. The lamination over the barcode seems to have shifted around a bit, but the lower level of print stayed put. I've never seen anything like it. These are what I think are called photocomposed barcodes. They looked like they are "printed" on photographic paper, and are quite sturdy, as compared to something I might whip out on the laser printer using label stock. Like I implied, this barcode was on an I.D. type (and yet not) of card that was hot-laminated.
Music for the day, in the vehicle, was Disraeli Gears. I swear there was a scent of patchouli oil in the air! Or maybe just the Fresh Mountain Scent of my laundry detergent...
Speaking of Lou Reed and friends, several people (and by that I mean no one) complained about my post yesterday showing appreciation for a drug-related song. Well, I AM something of a minor fan-boy of Lou and the Velvets, having several CDs, cassette tapes, and albums. Even went to a Lou Reed concert, back in the day. And that's something, I've only been to three rock music concerts! Plus one Ska performance.
My friend had a Lear 8-track stereo in his MG-TD. We used to blast through the neighborhood playing White Heat/White Light at quite a volume. I didn't care for it much, then, but eventually grew appreciate it, as I was sucked into the dark vortex of the hippy-dippyness of 1969-1970.
Repetition breeds!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Cookies
I mentioned the Hydrox thing to a couple of people. One said Hydrox was the inferior version of Oreos. I was outraged! The other said that Hydrox was the superior cookie. Greats minds, eh?
There was something quite interesting in Time magazine (January 28, 2008) this week that I was going to mention, but now I can't remember what it was, and can't find it. So much for the great mind...
I was listening to the KGB this afternoon while driving home. The Lou Reed song "Walk On The Wild Side" came on. Oddly, there was a skip in the song right where "that phrase" is. You know the one. They've been playing this song for, what, twenty years, and now have decided to censor it? I think that's just wrong. Don't play it at all, if you think it has inappropriate lyrics, is what I say. Don't cut the freaking song!
I always wondered why they would play that song, and not "Heroin", which is a better song, and is totally not pro-drug, unlike that stupid "Cocaine" song which gets endless air play. Unless one is so alienated it probably wouldn't matter much, anyway. It's certainly not the " Hither come and suck a pipe, turn thy brains to cheese and tripe!." sort of hippy-happiness.
To digress, the only time I've ever heard "Heroin" on the air was on Radio Netherlands on short-wave (Is there a regulation about how many times one can use "on" in a sentence?). I would provide you with the date and time, and decade, but I am too lazy to go out to the chilly garage and dig out the log book, which is not actually a book, but a clipboard of paper sheets.
Anyway, I blame everything, yes everything, on that Jackson woman.
There was something quite interesting in Time magazine (January 28, 2008) this week that I was going to mention, but now I can't remember what it was, and can't find it. So much for the great mind...
I was listening to the KGB this afternoon while driving home. The Lou Reed song "Walk On The Wild Side" came on. Oddly, there was a skip in the song right where "that phrase" is. You know the one. They've been playing this song for, what, twenty years, and now have decided to censor it? I think that's just wrong. Don't play it at all, if you think it has inappropriate lyrics, is what I say. Don't cut the freaking song!
I always wondered why they would play that song, and not "Heroin", which is a better song, and is totally not pro-drug, unlike that stupid "Cocaine" song which gets endless air play. Unless one is so alienated it probably wouldn't matter much, anyway. It's certainly not the " Hither come and suck a pipe, turn thy brains to cheese and tripe!." sort of hippy-happiness.
To digress, the only time I've ever heard "Heroin" on the air was on Radio Netherlands on short-wave (Is there a regulation about how many times one can use "on" in a sentence?). I would provide you with the date and time, and decade, but I am too lazy to go out to the chilly garage and dig out the log book, which is not actually a book, but a clipboard of paper sheets.
Anyway, I blame everything, yes everything, on that Jackson woman.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
News Flash
You already knew this, but I just found out.
The Hydrox is no more.
Check out this article: The Hydrox Cookie Is Dead in the Wall Street Journal. I always preferred the Hydrox over an Oreo. They seemed crisper, and more chocolaty. "Hydrox eaters tend to be independent-thinkers, favor underdogs and be skeptical of corporate marketing" says the article. Yep, that me! Pretty much.
I guess they have been gone since 1999, renamed Droxies, then in 2003 Kellog stopped making them. I stopped eating cookies, pretty much, around then, because of my pre-Sugar Sickness.
I'm always the last to know.
The Hydrox is no more.
Check out this article: The Hydrox Cookie Is Dead in the Wall Street Journal. I always preferred the Hydrox over an Oreo. They seemed crisper, and more chocolaty. "Hydrox eaters tend to be independent-thinkers, favor underdogs and be skeptical of corporate marketing" says the article. Yep, that me! Pretty much.
I guess they have been gone since 1999, renamed Droxies, then in 2003 Kellog stopped making them. I stopped eating cookies, pretty much, around then, because of my pre-Sugar Sickness.
I'm always the last to know.
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