Anyway, if you’re around the internets tonight at 8:00 EST, head over to WHFR, click on “listen now,” which will open a streaming mp3 in your music player of choice, and check out ALL CAPS with yours truly, DJ Hunnyknux.
New shit from Hot Chip, Boris, and Pete Rock along with old shit from James White, KMD, and Gomez.
Ok, and cause I’m a hipster douchebag, Vampire Weekend, too.
ALL CAPS, now and forever, or at least now, alternating Wednesdays at 8:00
I mean, come on. You’re telling me Geena Davis thinks C.S.Motherfucking.I. is smarter than The Simpsons or The Wire or Arrested Development or INSERT NAME OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN FUCKIN’ C.S.I.?
Boston LEGAL? Top ten EVER?
The exclusion of C.S.I. Miami is the greatest crime of all.
I thought about filling this space with a brief bit of amateur psychoanalysis regarding the Mystery Man in my office who keeps leaving printouts of the Washington Post online sports section in the bathroom stall, but it’s 7 PM and I’ve still got another 24 oz. tallboy of Bud to down before I leave, so I’m not in any position to speculate as to who really needs to read the local take on the Wizards that badly.
So instead, enjoy a composite video of 134 attempts at a fucking impossible video game:
Well, Super Bowl Sunday came and went, so what do you figure everyone’s talking about around the old cooler today?
Is it the timely end of the Patriots run at perfection?
The play-of-a-lifetime catch made by David Tyree?
The fact that a wine-sipping Giselle in the luxury boxes somehow found a way to make New England seem even MORE evil?
Or, is it this:
I mean, far be it from me to be a PC thug, but how fucking stupid do you have to be to think that running this ad is a good idea?
In related news, this was the worst batch of Super Bowl ads in recent memory. If you work in advertising, please contact me so I can understand why you make so much more money than I do, and then give it to me. The money, that is.