You know how I hate corporate bloat and greed. The guys over at Consumerist.com have started the preliminary rounds of their annual Worst Company in America contest. 121 companies were nominated this year – a new record. So far, Comcast is in the lead with 17% of the vote. Head on over and vote for the company you hate the most. Choose wsiely, you only get one vote.
Guess who I voted for?
Keep up on the race here.
You know I’m a fan of the comic-book/superhero movies, and I’ve been anticipating this one for some time now. This new trailer looks freakin’ AWESOME! And I’m sure that Megan will see it with me while rolling her eyes the whole time at what a dork I am.
You can visit the official site and watch the first trailer here.
(clicky-pop for larger version, but this one kinda sucks)
So I spent that majority of my day in front of the computer (what’s new, right?) working for a client. This particular job was designing a marketing piece for a fishing guide firm out of Alaska, and I had a pretty large sampling of photos from them to use. Most of them were of fish (whatever), but there were quite a few that were absolutely stunning pictures of the Alaskan landscape. So in short, I was looking at beautiful stuff all day, but it didn’t feel right to use their photos for my little project. After all, I didn’t actually see it, right?
Around 6:oo or so Megan and I both decided we were hungry, argued over what food we were gonna eat (“if we’re eating Mexican it’s going to be Su Casa - NOT Taco bell!” she says) We ended up choosing Red Robin, ’cause they got a tasty burger. So no sooner do I walk in the door than I am overcome by the halo of reflected light emanating from Pee-Wee Herman’s long-lost bicycle.
Found my beauty for the day.
First, let’s be clear - I really don’t care if you smoke. You’re stupid for doing so, but there’s no law against stupid (yet). I don’t even care if you do it around, or even next to me. Smoke away. One more nail, right?
However, I have a big problem with the complete arrogance of smokers as they toss the remains of their smoldering cancer stick out the window as their driving down the freeway.
News flash: your car has an ashtray. Guess what it’s for? Well, all of us non-smokers use it to hold loose change, but it was designed (and named) to be a receptacle of your cancer-trash!
Don’t be an a-hole. Put your cigarette out in your frickin’ ashtray. That’s what it’s for. I’m sure it sucks to clean it out every so often, but it’s one of the prices you pay, right?
I imagine that most of you entitled summbiches wouldn’t throw an empty Big Gulp out the window, so don’t throw your other trash either!
And just to clarify, I’m not one of those bleeding heart tree-huggin dirt worshipping environmentalist turds either. Just ask my son the vegan.
