Doritos and Some Stuffed Animals.

As you may have heard we are in a recession. That means it is the worst possible time to graduate college in the past 30 years +. Guess what I am about to do in December...?

You guessed it graduate college. You might have also guessed that I have no job offers or long term, or short term, plans. So I have decided to put all my eggs into one single basket. What kind of basket must this be, you may ask? Well is triangular cheesy and crunchy...yep you guessed it the Doritos Crash the super-bowl competition. The way that it works is simple, create a funny commercial then upload it to the Doritos site. Then Doritos will choose the top 10 commercials or so. Once in the top 10 you get all your friends to vote on the commercial and the winning spot is shown in the super-bowl. Then all you have to do is beat out all the rest of the super-bowl commercials according to the USA Today ad meter. Then you win a million bucks, and I am hoping that I can also use that as leverage to get a job at Goodby. Anyhow, it is all very simple I don't see how it is possible that this plan should fail.

As far as my spot goes it involves a taxidermy hawk which gave way to me visiting the local museum on campus at BYU. While I was there looking for a raptor of some sort, they told me I could check-out a stuffed hawk. While I was in the process of checking out the hawk they told me I could take up to 20 animals home with me.... So I did and then it kind of turned into a semi-homo erotic game of poker. Here are some pictures to prove it....

82 Cats Later Someone needs to TIVO the Price Is Right for that woman!

Well here I am sitting in my dark living room lit by the glow of the computer because I can't catch any Z's tonight. I seem to be developing some sort of sleeping disorder. Its like I can't turn my brain off. Anyhow, tonight's topic of insomnia, my neighbor"The Cat Lady." About a year or so ago we started to smell cat poop outside our window, this seemed consistent with the fifty or so beady little eyes that would scatter every time we would pull into our parking spot at night. My land lord tried talking with the old cat lady but she didn't see a problem. So my land lord started setting traps and catching cats throughout our complex. As it turns out I was talking to my land-lord yesterday and he told me he has caught over 82 cats....

That many kitties is kind of dangerous, they out numbered our complex 5 to 1. With that kind of kitty power, our Cat Lady Neighbor could easily take over the world. While I have not ruled out her plot to enslave her neighbors with her feral cat army, I am certain she is a sad old irresponsible woman. She is a woman who must have never learned about the birds and the bees and that cats have on average 2 litters a year if they are not fixed. Perhaps she is just thinks her cats are like Mogwai and just magically multiply when they get wet.

Whatever the case may be, I have realized that Bob Barker has been telling old people to get their pets fixed for decades. I always thought it was strange he would end every show with his plea to get your pet fixed, but it all has come full circle. OLD PEOPLE LOVE THE PRICE IS RIGHT AND OLD PEOPLE LOVE TO SEE CATS FILLING UP THEIR WINDOW WELLS.

The sad thing is that 82 cats have been put down because of some old woman never kept watching the Price Is Right after the show case showdown.

There are just some things you cant do in NYC... EVER

In leu of moving to NYC or SF in the next couple of months I decided to exercise some good 'ol second amendment sweetness.

Nobel Peace Prize Blog

So, I have decided to be a copywriter in the world of advertising. This means I guess I need to start a blog, so they say. Anyhow, I am well aware that blogging is more or less going to be place for me to complain, moan, or add my two cents to stuff happening in the world. However, the ironic thing about my blog is that no one will ever actually read this thing. I am totally aware that that is my problem because there is no reason for someone to care what I have to say. It's not like I have done anything like win a Nobel Peace Prize. Then again, Obama didn't do anything either and he won one. So, if Obama started a blog called, "The Obama Nobel Peace Prize blog," even though he would not have anything to write about, my guess is that he would have people reading that sucker. So until I win a Nobel Peace Prize, here is to the person that finds themselves reading this post.