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Two posts in one day! A 2007 record [SFX: champagne corks popping]. To fit with the theme of this post, I should have written [SFX: Ballatore champagne corks popping]. Because it’s about product placement! And humor! Just watch:
Original here.
Liberal blogs, pundits, and talking heads, in cooperation with the recently formed Society for Preservation of Beach Boys Song Lyrics, are foaming at the mouth over Republican Senator John McCain’s parody of the Beach Boys song “Barbara Ann” (video after the jump), in which he turned the words of the song into “Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran.” The impromptu performance came during a speaking engagement where McCain was asked by an audience member whether the U.S. should send Iran a message via air mail. Get it? “Air” mail? Obviously a lighthearted (if a little tasteless and, you know, idiotic) moment. So McCain responded in a similarly lighthearted (and, yes, a little tasteless and idiotic) way.
After the uproarious laughter subsided, McCain apparently launched into a serious answer about the complex political situation between Iran and the U.S. and a bunch of other politics-speak. So what’s the big deal?
Look, I’m no McCain enthusiast. I don’t agree with his ideology, his politics, or his choice of tie. If he wants to play no-rules street ball, I’ll put on my spiky fingerless gloves and take him on any day. But if politicians aren’t allowed to have a sense of humor in a situation that’s informal and lighthearted, maybe we should just skip to the part where robots take over, since we’re already at least a third of the way there.
The bottom line is, I’ve been listening to a lot of the Republican candidates (and potential candidates) for presidency, and I have to say, McCain’s joke isn’t even in the top 10 most idiotic things I’ve heard from that group. And most of the time they’re being serious. Don’t even get me started on the current Commander-in-Chief.
One thing that’s funny isn’t even from today: It’s Sawyer’s line “Arguing about who’s your favorite Other?” from Lost last night. I’m still chuckling to myself about it, so it’s funny today, too, and can still be in this post. If you don’t watch the show, or didn’t last night, you have no idea what I’m talking about. Unless someone told you about it. Or you’re psychic! Different post, different post. Stay on track. Anyway, that line was easily one of the top five funniest moments on network television so far this year, so you should probably look into it.
The other funny thing is this series of photos comparing fast food in ads to fast food in real life. Nothing is surprising about it, of course, but just look at how pathetic that stuff looks next to how the companies want you to imagine it. That food is miserable. And for some reason it makes me chuckle.
Tip of the day: There are many different ways to say the same thing, but the one that rhymes is always the best way.
By Dave Stefani
Suddenly your crazy uncle Floyd is cool again. You know the guy I’m talking about: the involuntary bachelor with the duct-taped lawn chairs in his kitchen, the milk-crate TV stand, and the ironing-board “coffee table.” The one who has a garage full of junk that he’s been hording since 1962 because you never know when you’ll need 37 axe heads and an Edsel fender. Just when you thought uncle Floyd’s brand of frat-boy engineering could never be fashionable, along comes ReadyMade, a ridiculous magazine wherein a bunch of young, beautiful, bored hipsters, with obviously too much time on their hands, go out of their way (way out of their way) to devise alternative uses for everyday items. In a self-congratulatory display of privileged white guilt, the contributors to this rag celebrate the types of barnyard engineering that 10 years ago they themselves would have turned their noses up at. But now that arts and crafts are suddenly hip, we all have to be plagued by Urban Outfitters-clad idiots showing us 32 different ways to use a vinyl tablecloth.
One of the things that I can do during this temporary hiatus is direct you to people who are writing about things that are at least as important as the things I write about. In that spirit, I present you with The Face of the Cookie, a friendly friend of a blog whose author (a friend of mine) I hope you’ll be seeing more from on Sin Pies. Here’s a sample if you need more motivation or you’re feeling guilty about leaving this site for another (understandable):
In general, I like people. Collectively, I mean. When I’m drinking, I really mean. When I’m intoxicated, I find people intoxicating, is what I’m trying to say. They make me feel drunk…with whiskey. What I’m getting at is people make me feel good. In an inebriated way. When I’m at a bar. With a drink in my hand. And a shot of something next to my hand. People make me feel like dancing and singing songs in front of a room full of strangers. People make me think getting a shot of tequila after three glasses of wine and four vodka sodas is a brilliant idea.
People lift me up where I belong.
People make me feel like I’m an engaging conversationalist and a thinker of genius things. People are my balm, my best friend, and my lover. People sometimes taste like rye and sweet tarts. I guess I’m a people person.
It must be because I’m Irish.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Who can’t relate to this? Seriously, who? And no, the person who wrote this is not the dream girl I wrote about before. That person doesn’t actually exist. I told you there would be a big reveal at the end of this post. Actually I didn’t say that, but I should have. What are you still doing here? Go read The Face of the Cookie!
