I rarely goto McDonalds. I don't particularly enjoy the place or it's food, but I do go there for ice cream with the kids once in awhile.
Now, maybe I'm just not aware of changes that happens in McDonalds society, but I noticed there was this certain "look and feel" McDonalds was trying achieve when I sat down to eat; it looked like I was having ice cream in the presidental library. There were these fancy mock bookshelfs plastered all over with fake books with long, throaty, semi-important titles tagged on them and the architecture of the place was overloaded with wrap-around chair cushins and white pillars that stretched to the ceiling.
Maybe the intent is to make you feel smarter when you're in there, but when I looked over at one of their advertising signs on one of the windows and the text describing one of their meals said, "Yer Choice.", I just shake my head in disgust.
McDonalds has been added to my list of 'devil places' right along with Walmart.
A good chopping block to expose my ideas, thoughts and most importantly document innovations, breakthroughs, studies and tips associated with anything technology related, along with any other flights off into the depths of humility, despair and egotism all pointed straight at society and all it's infamous devices of good, evil and otherwise.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Strapped for Words
You know, on the brighter side of things, I really dont have anything to bitch about today. I'm pretty damn tired, work dragged on like forever and I had to go to that devil of a place *WALMART* to get groceries.
On the plus side, I'm going to make my wife and I a big fat-ass plate of super nachoes, veg out and watch mindless television shows.
And I just found out it's damn near impossible to say "Swedish Massage" without fucking it up. How about that for excitement at my place, eh?
On the plus side, I'm going to make my wife and I a big fat-ass plate of super nachoes, veg out and watch mindless television shows.
And I just found out it's damn near impossible to say "Swedish Massage" without fucking it up. How about that for excitement at my place, eh?
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Donnie Baker in Sioux Falls?
I'm a huge Bob and Tom fan. But I'm an even bigger Donnie Baker fan. I literally almost go off the road in laughter when Donnie calls in and bitches about not being able to sell his boat.
Well, I was driving to work this morning and I happened to see this one hell of a "sight" and I couldn't help but pull over and notice this 8th wonder of the world.
I know this is Donnie Baker's boat, "...I swear to God it is."
Sunday, July 09, 2006
HD-TV... well... RULES
So maybe I'm a late bloomer on this, but I broke down and bought a 26" LCD HDTV with a built-in digital tuner for my basement yesterday. I figured I might have to buy a set-top antenna so I could maybe try and capture some of the locally broadcasted stations here in time before football starts to watch some NFL in HD.
Well to no avail, apparently even with my cheapy, basic analog cable package, my cable service provider puts the HD streamed local channels (plus alot of others that are not local) into my cable stream already! Mission Impossible II (which aired on ABC last night) was absolutely crisp and sharp as ever!
I can tell you it is quite possibly the best picture I've ever seen as far as television goes, WOW! I was amazed and still am.
Go and buy yourself one... now.
Well to no avail, apparently even with my cheapy, basic analog cable package, my cable service provider puts the HD streamed local channels (plus alot of others that are not local) into my cable stream already! Mission Impossible II (which aired on ABC last night) was absolutely crisp and sharp as ever!
I can tell you it is quite possibly the best picture I've ever seen as far as television goes, WOW! I was amazed and still am.
Go and buy yourself one... now.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Fireworks Suck...
I came to the conclusion last night at 12:30am that fireworks, indeed, suck when mixed with dipshit, inconsiderate neighbors and booze.
Now I can handle the occasional bottle rocket, whisler, and arial display, but to light off a 10-fucking-million round pack of lady fingers off at midnight followed by what sounded like whole grosses of bottle rockets going off simultaneously with whoops and hollars from middle-aged people really angers me. Then to top it off, my neighbors dog insanely barks right along with all the chaos.
And it was only the 2nd of July. I can't imagine what tonight and the 4th of July will bring.
I really wish I lived on my own island or fenced in acrage because I'm beginning to despise the human population more and more as each day passes.
Now I can handle the occasional bottle rocket, whisler, and arial display, but to light off a 10-fucking-million round pack of lady fingers off at midnight followed by what sounded like whole grosses of bottle rockets going off simultaneously with whoops and hollars from middle-aged people really angers me. Then to top it off, my neighbors dog insanely barks right along with all the chaos.
And it was only the 2nd of July. I can't imagine what tonight and the 4th of July will bring.
I really wish I lived on my own island or fenced in acrage because I'm beginning to despise the human population more and more as each day passes.
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