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(Three words that make me laugh considering this week's topic)
5 months ago
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sublime Nonsense
A very special guest star in joins the cast!
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(Three words that make me laugh considering this week's topic)
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(Three words that make me laugh considering this week's topic)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wheel of Reviews: Advertising
It doesn't have to be a billboard in the heart of Time Square or a commercial during the Super Bowl. Sometimes a great idea can be a light switch cover sent to doctors.
2 Eggs with a Generous Side Order of Jesus.
I was eating breakfast in a tiny little out-of-the-way diner near the North Carolina-South Carolina border when I noticed the poem in the middle of my place mat.
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Now, I've always been a firm believer in the separation of church and state, but when you get such a profound message from a piece of paper designed to blot pig fat, it makes you really think. Then again, I'm a Jew. And I was eating bacon AND sausage as I read the poem, so I'm pretty much in the E-Z Pass lane to hell anyway. So, place mat people, stop preaching to me in a fucking diner. Keep your religious soap box out of my eggs over easy. The only "Lamb of God" I want to see in a diner is a kick-ass souvlaki.
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Now, I've always been a firm believer in the separation of church and state, but when you get such a profound message from a piece of paper designed to blot pig fat, it makes you really think. Then again, I'm a Jew. And I was eating bacon AND sausage as I read the poem, so I'm pretty much in the E-Z Pass lane to hell anyway. So, place mat people, stop preaching to me in a fucking diner. Keep your religious soap box out of my eggs over easy. The only "Lamb of God" I want to see in a diner is a kick-ass souvlaki.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Making your "O Face."
Anyone who works at McCann is familiar with the name Cafe'O.
Cafe'O is the deli in the lobby of our building here at 622 Third. A combination of nuvo-chic decor and tastes that should be reserved for only the most refined palates, Cafe'O is an emporium of the delectable. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. In truth, it's more like "an emporium of the place you only go when you're too lazy to think about it or the weather blows."
The one consistent problem I seem to find with Cafe'O is their seeming inability to master the fine art of giving you what you asked for. Honestly, I've driven up to 1970's-era drive thru windows with more confidence that my order was being comprehended correctly.
My favorite example was a few weeks back when I ordered a Philly Cheese Steak Wrap and got something with chicken, balsamic vinegar and artichokes. Sweet Christ on a cracker, how do you mess up that wildly? The sweetest irony is that when you visit their website, this is one of the first things you see on screen:
What I want is to be able to return to my desk and open my breakfast/lunch without the trepidation of a bomb squad member deciding between red wire and blue wire. ("C'mon egg whites, come on whites...open the wrap slowly...slowly...holy crap, is that tuna fi––BOOOOOMM!!!!!")
So, in an effort to mitigate my frustration with some fun, I've invented a new game called "O Darts." Simply print out this bullseye and hang it on your wall. Then, before visiting Cafe'O, throw a dart (or suitable substitute projectile) at it in an effort to predict how accurate your order will be. A color-coded key is included for easy reference.
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This morning, they were clearly in the yellow, adding cheese to an otherwise spot-on order. So, if you do choose to dine at perhaps the finest eatery in our building (it's pretty close, as the newsstand makes a mean Bit O'Honey and a solid Twizzlers), why not enjoy a game of chance. After all, isn't that what you're really doing just by eating there?
Cafe'O is the deli in the lobby of our building here at 622 Third. A combination of nuvo-chic decor and tastes that should be reserved for only the most refined palates, Cafe'O is an emporium of the delectable. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. In truth, it's more like "an emporium of the place you only go when you're too lazy to think about it or the weather blows."
The one consistent problem I seem to find with Cafe'O is their seeming inability to master the fine art of giving you what you asked for. Honestly, I've driven up to 1970's-era drive thru windows with more confidence that my order was being comprehended correctly.
My favorite example was a few weeks back when I ordered a Philly Cheese Steak Wrap and got something with chicken, balsamic vinegar and artichokes. Sweet Christ on a cracker, how do you mess up that wildly? The sweetest irony is that when you visit their website, this is one of the first things you see on screen:
What I want is to be able to return to my desk and open my breakfast/lunch without the trepidation of a bomb squad member deciding between red wire and blue wire. ("C'mon egg whites, come on whites...open the wrap slowly...slowly...holy crap, is that tuna fi––BOOOOOMM!!!!!")
So, in an effort to mitigate my frustration with some fun, I've invented a new game called "O Darts." Simply print out this bullseye and hang it on your wall. Then, before visiting Cafe'O, throw a dart (or suitable substitute projectile) at it in an effort to predict how accurate your order will be. A color-coded key is included for easy reference.
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This morning, they were clearly in the yellow, adding cheese to an otherwise spot-on order. So, if you do choose to dine at perhaps the finest eatery in our building (it's pretty close, as the newsstand makes a mean Bit O'Honey and a solid Twizzlers), why not enjoy a game of chance. After all, isn't that what you're really doing just by eating there?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sublime Nonsense
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That's right. Another Nadya Suleman joke. "Comedy gold, Jerry, comedy gold!"
That's right. Another Nadya Suleman joke. "Comedy gold, Jerry, comedy gold!"
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Apparently, her Kryptonite is...Penis.
And now, the further adventures of...(bum bum buh) OCTOMOM!
Seriously, I have no snarky comment for this one. She's just fucking creepy.
Seriously, I have no snarky comment for this one. She's just fucking creepy.
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