Okay, not endorsing, I just think it’s funny. The firm I work for is doing some of the media and promotional work for CPAC. (Looking forward to the parties, but that’s neither here nor there. Nor am I interested in discussing the boycott of some groups. They have their reasons. And I have mine for still being proud to attend. Leave it there.) In any event, we got a call from a media rep working with High Times Magazine about their representative getting credentialed as a media attendee. Fantastic. This of course led to a question of the day and a recollection of the following clip. God Bless America, puff puff give…
Hackers are fun. And sexy. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, watch the Volkswagen Vader. Some of the best movie music ever composed. (Go Steelers!)
Seriously New York? Look man, are cigarettes really the most pressing issue up there? Where is a sometime smoker who just wants to be left alone to fail to quit supposed to sneak to for a smoke? Lame.
Speaking of haters, this one popped up again recently and MUST BE SHARED. Feel it. And never forget it.
Go girl. Since lately I’ve been made to feel (again) kinda old and undesirable — yeah, yeah I know. But you work it out when you can. — this is badass. And here’s your song lady. I like to thrash around to it. Sometimes in my old combat boots. Seriously.
Finally, the friends are throwing a tropical party at this place Saturday. Because [official invite], “It’s the dead of winter. Freezing temperatures. Dirty snow. The summer seems out of reach . . . but is it? Leave your Seasonal Affective Disorder behind and party like you’re in the islands. We’re talking tropical cocktails with tiny umbrellas, boat drinks, coconut cups, Red Stripes, limbo contests, Bob Marley and Jimmy Buffett tunes, conga lines, leis (if you’re lucky . . .)”
Dang Chicago. I am sorry for this. Makes me like you slightly more. Out of pity. But that’s all.