TV rots your brain, commercials rot your soul

I, too must confess my weakness for vapid reality television programming–my guiltiest pleasure being Laguna Beach. However, equally entertaining–to me, at least–are the commercials that fill the gaps between the footage of those kids being rich and attractive together. My favorite is the one for Valtrex, which features an attractive, soft-voiced woman who posits: “Dealing with genital herpes can be a real hassle.” I crack up every time. A hassle is mislaying your keys or picking the wrong line in the supermarket checkout. An incurable STD, the symptoms of which include painful burning and oozing pustules–that’s a fucking disaster! Why are the people in these commercials always hiking or running on a beach? For accuracy’s sake, shouldn’t they been shown on their knees in the stall of some gas station bathroom? I guess maybe that wouldn’t make for such a good ad.

New Calendar

I am officially moving away from the Jeudo-Christian calendar to the French Revolution calendar.

This is because the French chopped off the heads of clergy and nobles, and also because I am an elitist liberal prick.

Today is 12 Vendémiaire CCXIV.

a fun weekend; synopsis

night 1

consumed too much; went to clarendon

old friends are old burdens

woke up in a daze covered by a thin blanket; drove home

1 hour of traffic on saturday morning; melted away an afternoon

phone tag, complicated plans; walked a few miles

night 2

ate delicious mexican; increased alcohol consumption

became belligerent; yelled screamed and stomped

helped kim up; helped kim down

yelled at passer-by’s; some alec offers: 5 dollar condomless orgy, guy-only spin the bottle

fell asleep filthy and drunk; woke up the same way

ate a delicious bagel; wonder what ive done to myself

LIBERAL CRAP I NEVER WANT TO HEAR AGAIN

From Mr. Vonnegut himself:

Give us this day our daily bread. Oh sure.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those wh trespass against us.
Nobody better trespass against me. I’ll tell you that.

Blessed are the meek.

Blessed are the merciful. You mean we can’t use torture?

Blessed are the peacemakers. Jane Fonda?

Love your enemies – Arabs?

Ye cannot serve God and Mammon. The hell I can’t! Look at the Reverand Pat Robertson. And He is as happy as a pig in s**t.

Party time

Hey Party People,

This is your site admin here to write about all the new features here at pbh. Well there aren’t a ton, but there’s the author’s name now, excerpts work more intelligently, and authors can have their own personal css file for changing the style of their site. For example if you click on my name, Administrator, you will find that I have replaced the default image with a personal one. So everyone enjoy! YAY!

– Kit