Man, What A Stupid Commercial #012

It’s not so much really stupid as it is ironically funny, which in the end makes it kind of stupid.

Summary: Rookie police officer hops into shotgun with superior officer, bringing a new KFC “Go Cup,” which contains fried chicken strips and potato wedges. Rookie officer is a young white male, commanding officer is rotund black male. Commanding officer looks with envy at the rookie officer’s snack. Suddenly the dispatch radio is announcing a 10-31, which is police code for crime in progress. Commanding officer eyes the rookie cop, and gives him his best “go get ’em, tiger,” and the rookie books it out of the car to go investigate. With the rookie cop now gone, the commanding officer leisurely helps himself to the abandoned chicken – cue beauty shots and call outs.

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I must have a tapeworm or something

I don’t weigh myself often, because considering how often I hit the weights and try and develop muscle, I should always expect to be a little on the heavier side if I’m doing things right.  In other words, I think the number is irrelevant as long as the body develops in an ideal manner, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t say I was somewhat partially conscious about it.

But every now and then I get a little curious, usually after some sort of period of time in which I’ve abused myself with eating like crap, or like when I do a whole lot of social drinking.  The curiosity is often in the tone of “how much did I regress?”

So when I saw that the scale was actually unoccupied the other day, I decided to cave into the curiosity and brave the harsh reality of what I must weigh now.  It’s been about six months or so since the last time I actually weighed myself, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had managed to creep underneath the 190 pound mark, to 188 pounds. I know I had succeeded in some size gains, given how some of my shirts were starting to get tight in the chest and arms, but the fact that the number had actually crept downward meant that somewhere in the prior span of time, I must have managed to shed some fat.  Shedding fat is always a good thing, in my opinion.  Putting on muscle and shedding fat is like a double bonus.

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I hope I’m wrong about this

But upon finally watching the conclusion of last week’s RAW, I’m going to say that the steam has just been released out of the Daniel Bryan/Randy Orton/Best for Business storyline.  When Orton confronted Brie Bella in the back was one thing, but as soon as Brie Bella ran out to ringside to helplessly plead with Orton and then watch him beat down on Daniel Bryan, the entire storyline to me, went from one that was a test to see if Bryan Danielson the performer, could hold the WWE’s torch in a time of need, to one that is now being used to conveniently hype the continuation of Total Divas.

I really hope I’m wrong about it, because as a fan, the rise of Daniel Bryan is the best thing that has happened to the WWE in quite some time.  This is the first year in numerous years where wrestling has managed to keep a hold of my attention on weekly basis throughout an entire baseball season, and I’m making conscious efforts to keep up with weekly shows, even if I am DVR-skipping most of the actual action, just to see where the storylines are going.  Because that’s what’s the best thing about wrestling now – the interesting storylines.

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Nope, no remorse at all

I know it’s all over the news lately, but I just felt like saying a little something about the whole New York bikers story that provoked an altercation that led to a person getting run over and paralyzed and a man beaten viciously in front of wife and daughter.

The bikers in question, in every way, shape and form, are fucked.  The only injustice that can come out of this whole situation is if the driver of the Range Rover is charged with absolutely anything, or has to pay a single dime.

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I know it’s not right to laugh, but…

Long story short: Bus driver in Tacoma, Washington has a brain fart while driving an empty school bus, plows into pickup truck as well as another school bus. Thankfully nobody is hurt.

Yes, this is a story that really sucks for all those involved, but the fact of the matter, nobody is going to get around a couple of things, and is probably the reason why this is making the rounds on the internets recently as it has been:

  • The driver of the bus that was hit appears to be around 116 years old
  • The driver of the bus that caused the accident appears to be around 850 lbs.

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In praise of good art

My friend Katie sent me this link the other day, and I don’t necessarily remember the context behind it, although I think involved overzealous costumers. Regardless, I found the artwork of these tattoo-style Disney princess pin-ups to be wonderful, and I think that they’re all visually alluring and magnificently executed. Personally, my favorite Disney princess has always been Snow White, which I can’t really explain beyond an aesthetic preference of colors and appearance, in comparison to the others.

Anyway, I was captivated by the artwork, and wished to see more, so it prompted me to Google the artist, Tim Shumate, which efficiently led to his portfolio site where I could peruse through more of it.

Personally, it’s my belief that we often times take things on the internet for granted, and are not quick or willing to drop someone a line when it comes to sharing some appreciation. Since Tim had a contact form available on his site, I dropped him a brief message telling him how much I loved his stuff, and here I am brogging about it on top of it, because I wanted something to write about, and his stuff puts me in a pleasant mood and makes me want to write about it to share with more people.

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