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April 19, 2004

Drive the New Ford Cat Killer 

So, Ford comes up with a new idea for a web marketing campaign promoting the new Ford Sportka...only problem is that they kill a cat in the ad! I understand the concept - they want this little mini car to be seen as a little badass, but I couldn't help but cringe as I watched the poor little guy struggle. Now that people are pissed, they are saying that "no animals were harmed" and that the cat was computer generated. If that be the case, it's some of the best cg that I've seen because that cat looks absolutely real. I don't buy it...I think it was a real cat and they just don't want the fallout. They are also trying to cash in on the sensationalism by getting the word out about this car. I would never buy a fucking Ford anyway.

What do you think? Is the cat real???

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April 14, 2004

fucking dumbass drivers 

I have a problem, from time to time, with road rage. It is fueled by these IDIOTS in this town (that being Des Moines, IA) that have no fucking clue how to drive. They don't use turn signals, they nearly cause accidents because they're rubbernecking, they don't merge into the lane that actually goes on until the last possible second causing a bottleneck. MORONS!

This morning, I had this stupid dumb ass whore in her Escalade (sounds like some kind of fancy fucking salad) talking to her pimp on her cell phone and not paying attention to what fucking lane she was in. I guess she thought that, since she had scratched and bit her way to "above" the middle class that she now owns the middle of the road. GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE AND DRIVE, BITCH!

Then, there was this little old lady causing a traffic jam because she was going 20 in a 40 zone. She could barely see over the fucking steering wheel. When I finally was able to pass her, I noted that she was shaking so badly that she couldn't hardly hold onto the wheel. I actually felt sorry for her. Where is here fucking family and why are the allowing her to continue driving? She obviously should not be and someone needs to take care of her and take her where she needs to go. sad. She looked like she was about 99 years old.

Then, there are the idiotic city workers who block off lanes with their little orange pylons for no apparent reason...they aren't doing anything in that lane, so what the fuck??? "hey billy bob, let's piss a bunch of people off this morning during rush hour by blocking half of university ave. off and causing a traffic jam?!" "sure, cletis, that would be a riot! let me finish my beer, smoke a little more crank and we'll hop to it"

Fucking idiots.


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April 13, 2004

Crawling 

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how i fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confindence, I'm convinced there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before - so insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confindence, I'm convinced there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before - So insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending, controlling

(perfectly crafted words by Linkin Park)

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I am not alone 

these people feel the same way I do

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happy fucking tuesday 

funny...now that i have it all set up i don't know what to say. never fear...it will come. oh boy, will it.

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