The world hates procrastination. I found out this weekend
that
it is almost entirely impossible to have flowers delivered
in
London (Ontario) within two hours after six PM on a
saturday.
If someone would have told me it was just a two hour drive
from Toronto, I would have delivered them by hand rather
than
spending 1:30 on the phone.
There is a series of advertisements that keep
showing up in the subway. Their goal seems to be to stop
teenagers
from smoking by appealing to their insecurities. Go Team.
Today's
was especially inane. It had a picture of a despondent
looking
teeny person, with the text:
Poor Eddy here, aka
"lumpy
love
handles", has a passion
for burgers, butts, and his sofa. which makes him
your, like,
social disaster waiting to happen.
I
want to
run an add
along side it. It would have a picture of Steph, our
knock-out
model friend, sipping a martini in a roof-top bar in
Manhattan
with a lit cigarette in her other hand.
When she's not having fabulous sex, Natasha
smokes three packs a day.
She will be dead by age forty. She will not
see her
grandchildren graduate from university. She's having
too
much fun to give a shit.
I mean, if the adds are going to be meaningless, they may as
well
be fun.
I learned another valuable lesson this weekend. Do not
assume
that a movie starring Ben Affleck is guaranteed to be
watchable.
I guess everyone has to star in a stinker from time to
time. I hope
they gave him lots of money, or donuts, or something.
Anything.
ObGeek: 1) 1K Bogomips on an x86 box? The world gets more
frightening every day. 2) I want to have Stephen's
children. His
kiofd mechanism looks oh so nice.