Get Some Nuts – Mr. T and Snickers!

This is probably one of the best advertising strategies ever. I dare you to disagree with Mr. T and his super tank. God, I wish I could have sat in on the meeting where the advertising executives came up with this one:

Executive 1: So, has anyone come up with a better idea than some idiot playing a guitar and singing to a guy eating a snickers bar?

Executive 2: I have an idea, Jim. Just run with me on this…(takes bong rip)…its a little out there, but I think could really effectively sell our product…(exhales delicious chronic smoke)….a guy is playing soccer, gets tripped, and calls the ref for a penalty.

Executive 1: Thats the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard.

Executive 2: No, wait, I’m not done. Mr. T drives a brown, snickers colored tank with snickers flags on it over a row of cars and onto the soccer field, pops out of the hatch and throws a snickers bar at the guy, all the while saying every Mr. T catch phrase ever coined in an A Team episode.

Executive 1: BRILLIANT! You just might have it!

Executive 2: Man, I’m hungry, do we have any snickers in here?

I gotta admit…it worked on me. I will now forever associate snickers bars with Mr. T and tanks. I Pity the Fool who DOESN’T eat one after watching this!

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My Last College Fun

Let me first say that I am writing this with a pounding headache and four hours of sleep. Last night marked the end of an era…6 years of education, but I learned much more than just what school can teach you. Exactly what I learned is another subject entirely, however. Anyway, I usually don’t like writing about random stories, because reading them online never really does any justice as to the actual events that unfolded. Regardless, this is my only medium I have to tell it (or the only medium that I can access while laying in bed and using my laptop). I’m rambling, but the point is, I’m going to miss the good times had around school and the college scene, but I am more than ready to move on.


So we started last night having a few beers and watching Grandma’s Boy, completely forgetting that the city had sent out a notice about the power being shut off throughout our neighborhood at 10pm. Exactly at 10, everything shuts off completely, providing us with the perfect opportunity for a “No Power Party”. We grabbed the fire pit and set it up in the driveway. Jeff came up with a great idea for a drinking game, conveniently called “No Power Hour”. It was a great idea.

Anyway, after sitting around the fire pit in our driveway for 2 hours, a fire truck and a cop car pull up in front of our house, followed shortly by two more cop cars and the Sargent’s SUV. Keep in mind, this was the second time a fire truck has shown up at our house in the past 3 days. Apparently one of our neighbors saw the tiny fire going and called the fire department. Luckily, our buddy Kjo was working and came by first and we put it out. We confirmed with the firemen that having the fire pit was not illegal, it was a small controlled fire, and we were doing nothing wrong. It really pisses me off the complete waste of taxpayers money that homeowners around here are notorious for. As usual, some disgruntled neighbor probably called in a fake report saying that there was an out of control fire in the front yard, and completely wasted their and our time.
Regardless, the night was young, we had no power, a lot of beer, and a recent visit from the authorities. We headed out in search of fun. And we found it. Lots of it.

Heading out to my last college party ever was a sad, but necessary rite of passage. We got to the party down the street, and immediately run in to this guy. He had apparently partied a little too hard. We’ve all been there before, so just ignored him and went about socializing. Shortly after he gets up and attempts to keep his own personal party going. It didn’t work too well. We congratulated him on rallying himself, getting back into the zone, and congratulated him with a beer from our own personal stash. Hilarity ensued as he tried to twist off the cap on the beer that had already been opened for him.

Poor bastard.

The night from here on out got pretty crazy, as the cops ended up coming and broke up the party, so we headed out in search of other fun. It really put things in perspective not having power. You never really realize just how much you really rely on having light, heat, internet access… All in all, it was a great, crazy night, the last Saturday on D-Street, and a complete success. Im going to


miss the way things were around here. Yeah it was a shitty “mini-dorm”, but there are a lot of good friends and a lot of good memories around here. Weekend mornings heading out to get Vons sandwiches, beer pong, Bonzai falls…we got into a lot of trouble here, but we had a hell of a time doing it. The D Street crew has seen a lot of members come and go over the past two years, but it was a good group of people working towards a common goal: to have fun, and lots of it.

In closing of this rambling, incoherent post, check out this link to see the funniest Windows 95 ad with Matthew Perry and Jennifer Aniston that Evan just sent me. A little off topic, but hilarious none the less. I hope you enjoy the new blog design, because I absolutely love it. A lot of hard work went in to it, but it completely paid off. I just hope no one asks me how I spent my Saturday because I’m definitely going to look like a complete nerd when I reply I spent 6 hours redesigning my blog. Oh well.

With that, I’m going to pass out for a couple hours then finish packing. RIP D-Street!

The Move got Moved – Had Time for the New Design!

Quick update because I’m sick of working on this.  The move got pushed back to tues/weds so I had time in between packing my room to update T&T with a completely new design!  Its based on the Cleaker theme with some tasty JS and plugins thrown into the mix.  I love it, but I’m sick of looking at it, so I’m off to drink!  Laterrrr

How to Play. And Thank an 8 year old for the Advice.

Found this at the blog, I think it could make all of our daily routines a little more interesting:


April 20th, 2007 by Ed McShane

I had an 8-yearold child in my office last week. According to his mother, he’d been getting into trouble at school. She wasn’t sure what to do with him, and said that he was a little hard to handle.

He was a sweet little guy, and he sat straight up on my couch. He wasn’t sure why he was seeing a therapist, but he was going along with meeting me. In order to get to know him some, I asked him the question that I ask a lot of little kids his age, just to get an idea of who they are, and how they’re feeling: What kind of things do you like to do, or like to play with?

He gave me this blank stare, as if I asked him to solve an algebraic equation measuring centimeters to the moon. Then he leaned forward on the couch, looked right at me, and said “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it much. I just do things that I like to do when I think about doing them.” Then I asked him what those things were that he just “did” on the spur of the moment. Again, without pause, he said “I play. Don’t you do that, too?”

Well, yes, I thought, I did that quite a bit when I was 8, but now I’m a very busy, important guy with lots of bills and difficulties and promises to keep. I am tied into the routines of my day, and I can’t just drop what I’m doing and go play, kid. Some of us have things to get done, OK?

I actually thought this. Is this embarrassing, or what?

I asked if he could explain a little of what he meant when he said “I play.”

This time he looked at me like he was thinking, “Is this guy strange, or what”  and said: “I get up in the morning and I pee. Sometimes, when I’m standing there peeing, I try to make big circles or triangles or shapes or something in the toilet. Then my Mom tells me to take a shower, and when I’m in the shower I always take a mouthful of water and see if I can spit hard enough to reach the showerhead. Then, when I get out, I grab the towel and try to hit the cat with it. He’s always in the bathroom with me, and while I’m drying off I’ll fling it at him. He’ll grab the towel with his front paws, and we’ll play catch with it for a while until I have to get dressed.”

“Then when I get dressed, I always stick my hands in my socks first. I turn them into puppets and make them talk to each other before I put them on my feet. Then sometimes I put my pants on my head and walk around the room, looking for my shirt to put on over my pants. Then…”

By this time I was getting the idea. This kid had it down pat: he was an expert in the field of Play and, although he didn’t know it at the time, his rendition of his waking ritual was a how-to seminar in “Play: Inventive Strategies for Morning Protocol.”

I let the little guy ramble on about pants on his head, things he did with his cereal, and how far he could fling a Cheerio with his spoon when his mother wasn’t watching. I thanked him for his wonderfully detailed explanation, and I sent him on his way. His mother made another appointment for him, and I’m looking forward to seeing him again.

Adults put play on the back burner. Somewhere along the line, we think it’s unnecessary and a waste of time to be so silly. But this child taught me something in our first meeting that I have neglected for years: Play when you can, in any way you can, at any time you think about it. Play with your clothes, your shower water, your cat and your food. Play with your towel, your pants, and turn your socks into puppets. See how far you can spit and how many shapes you can make in the toilet when…well, you get the idea. The play you engage in is as necessary, as vital, as any task, assignment, meeting or commitment you have all day.

I can hardly wait to see this kid next week. I’m hoping he’ll conclude his tips on how to play in the morning, and start in on play for the rest of the day.

Good ‘ol G-Dub does the Malaria Dance…or actually has Malaria?

God damn it George…why couldn’t you just slowly slip away. Enjoy the last glorious days of your presidency without any embarrassing. . .dancing? From the looks of it, dubya might not have been dancing, I think he actually had a bad case of malaria and was in the middle of his final throes of death. Either way, as much as I have supported him over the years, I was hoping for a strong, positive end to his administration – but he just doesn’t make it easy to defend his actions when videos of him dancing like a jackass are posted all over the internet. Worth a good laugh I guess!
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Things to do on the T&T Front…

This probably isn’t interesting to anyone else, but I have to get myself on track and do all the things floating around in my head:

1. Redesign the layout…why? I’m just sick of it.

2. Integrate all the new toys I have been playing with. So many cool new plugins and additions, I almost don’t know where to start.

3. Commit to content. Either I’m going to blog, or I’m not, its time to make a decision.

4. Test out the ways this site could possibly generate revenue. Read some interesting blog posts about making a site worthwhile.

5. Engage in partnership offers. (104)

6. Actually practice all the things I have been reading about and convey to other people. Good to have knowledge, even better to use it.

7.  USE everything I have at my disposal!