Yeah, I don't really know what that means, though I do really enjoy Stacy's Soy Chips, for what that's worth. Anyway, the main thing I wanted to get off my chest is actually a heartwarming story, like something you'd see around 8pm on Lifetime. Anyway, a friend and her husband (also a friend) were trying to have a child for what seemed to me to be a few years. After exhausting a lot of options, they were excited to be adopting. Well, that process is extremely involved - and time-consuming. Fortunately, Emily, the patient mother, chronicled it all in her blog, Looking for Lulu. The series, which is how it reads, culminated this past week when both Emily and her husband landed in Singapore to finally meet their child. My words don't really do it justice, so you should just read her story if you want to forget about politics and car bombs for a second. You should go back at least a week or two. Otherwise, it'll just come off as another doting mother with a premium account at Shutterfly.

What am I looking forward to? Michael Gondry's latest creation, or re-creation, Be Kind Rewind. Times review!You can have all the fun I had on Thursday night yourself. Just click that there link.
The official site.

Yeah, their ads pretty much blow. But I am glad they're keeping those 7th graders busy after school. They don't seem to stop by offering me lame-ass wrapping paper anymore - and no one has tried to turn my living room into a doctor's office in at least six years. Seriously, as I told the guy who sent me the link below, Bud Light makes Maxim seem like The New Yorker. No joke. And that's the other thing. There are no jokes in Bud Light spots. Just fart noises and Dirty Sanchezes. I know! Let's drill a hole through the wall to the girl's locker room and, wait, that was Porkey's. Okay. I know! Let's sleep with a huuuuuge black girl and whip out her huuuuuuge undies and, oh, right, Road Trip. Um. Okay. Let's just take a dump there. Show some tits there. And call it a wrap. But not before winking to the camera, y'all. You gotta wink to the camera, y'all. Oh no he diiin. Wink. Wink.

Anyway, Will Ferrell is a one-man selling machine. I've purchased a gross of Old Spice since watching these things. I don't know how many a gross is, but it's probably like 900. That's a fact. Yes, I doubt he had a script. I mean, aren't writers everywhere on strike? That's why I've been so slack lately. Solidarity.

Whatever. They shame Bud Light's version. Watch them all. And I know there was a campaign a while back that did a similar thing. It was like for a video game or something. I can't find it. Still, these are good. And thanks to the Diesel for sending me the link all the way from Iowa or wherever.

If the Patriots have been cheating since the beginning of the Brady era, why didn't they win last year? And why haven't they been undefeated before? I'm guessing it's because of all the ball sucking going on these days with the kids and drugs and guns and all.