Big Bargains on Idocy

So today I decided that with all my free time during the day I'd hit Costco when no one should be there. Turns out that I'm wrong. Not only are there lots of people there at 2pm on a Friday, but it attracts a ... certain kind of person. The idiots. And the old, but that's not their fault. And instead of most situations where they slowly sneak up on you when you least expect it and most require competency, this hit me right in the parking lot. It's amazing how many people can turn the simple act of guiding a car doing 10mph and putting it between 2 parallel lines into what seems like a Mensa quiz. Waiting for spots while someone loads their shit for 10 minutes instead of just parking 10 yards further from the door. Parking at some terrible angle and thus taking up 2 spots. Driving around aimlessly at 5mph looking for some mythical spot that whisks you instantly away to the inside of the store. Pretty aggravating. And it just got worse from there. Big shopping carts, endless choices and deals and things to consider, it's all way too much. So no, 2pm on a Friday is not a good time to go to Costco.

On a quick side note, watching "The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift" is another poor choice I've made so far today. And yet...here I am still watching it. Why? It's on, and Hayley's already in bed so I have to find quick ways to entertain myself. This is perfectly mind-numbing and can easily be done with little to no volume. I mean, this movie really is terrible. And I watch alot of terrible movies.

Quick show of hands; how many females watch the show "Two and a Half Men." Can't be many. So why are there so many commercials for feminine hygiene products and other distinctly female advertisements? I mean, really. There should be nothing more than beer and sports commercials.

Update: the movie just added a 67 Mustang fastback, almost my dream car. Right now I'm ignoring the fact that they dropped a Skyline engine in it and transformed it from a shell to a show-worthy race car in what couldn't have been more than a day and just enjoying it. What I wouldn't give to hear a tricked-out 289 with straight pipes under the hood instead.

Yeah, that's enough rambling for 1 night.
PEACE!!

"Game Changing Play" misnomer

Anyone that's been watching as much of the college bowl season as I have will have surely seen the promos for the Pontiac "Game Changing Play" contest. They list 5 plays to vote on and the popular winner wins. Here's my problem with it; all 5 plays were Touchdowns in the final seconds to win games. So while technically those plays changed the game in the sense that the game was decidedly different after the play, they're really game winning plays. Game changing plays are plays that happen in the middle of a game to dramatically shift the momentum. Usually no one scores on the play, but sometimes it's a pick-6, punt return, or huge offensive play. But it's not in the final seconds of a game; it's in the middle. Thus, you have both game winning and game changing plays.
But, understandably, true game changing plays are far less dramatic. It could be something as simple as a really big hit by a defender that turns a game around. That isn't nearly as media friendly as a miraculous TD pass to win a game as time expires.

I'm sure many of you have heard me complain about the companies in the world that have managed to reach into my brain and steal my unpublished ideas for their own benefit. Like how George Foreman made serious cash on my idea of using the top of a toaster oven to toast bread while I'm cooking a chicken breast in it. Tostitos has managed to do it again. As Hayley constantly kids me about, I have a tendancy to create elaborate imaginary scenarios after coming up with a humorous observation. I won't go into any examples right now, mostly cause I can't think of any. So in the commercial you see a guy standing in the chip aisle looking at bags of Tostitos scoops while we hear his internal dialog. After determining that the chips are like food luggage, he then creates a situation where he has an imaginary conversation with an imaginary person about his "food luggage". Normally I'd just see it as a funny commercial. But after having Hayley kid me about my little habit so much and make me hyper-aware of it, I can know clearly see that They have stolen my ideas once again. Who are "They"? I'm not real sure. But someone is clearly tapping into my inner thoughts and using them for profit without sharing a dime with me. Are they using satelites? Maybe they implanted a transmitter into my body during my last surgery which can tap into my brain signals and relay them to a transmission tower. I'm not sure. But what I am sure about is that I need to start sending them false thoughts. Throw them off in directions they don't want to be in. Like...hamburger earmuffs!