Are you in the mood to spend major cash on a high-concept, impeccably crafted chair? We aren't either. But the beautifully designed furniture from Design for Comfort, the exclusive US distributor for Variér might just change your mind.
Monday, January 5, 2009
GearMania: Sit On It
Are you in the mood to spend major cash on a high-concept, impeccably crafted chair? We aren't either. But the beautifully designed furniture from Design for Comfort, the exclusive US distributor for Variér might just change your mind.
BabeWatch: AnnaLynne McCord
We first got to know AnnaLynne McCord as "Eden Lord," the teen temptress on Nip/Tuck, which returns to FX tonight. She's also on the CW this evening, playing her breakout character "Naomi Clark" on 90210. Busy girl.
Hatin' On... SUV's and People Who (Don't) Drive Them
Mark Benjamin's essay, quoted here, reminded us that SUVs are fun. That's why we busted out some truck-based humor in LOL, which is here. Now are going to complete the hat trick and unleash today's torrent of scorn on SUV drivers. But it won't be for the reasons you might think. There will be no preachy environmentalism here, no scapegoating of SUV drivers. They way they have been villainized is absurd. Someone who drives an SUV, for instance, may rarely fly. He or she would then have a far smaller carbon footprint than someone who flies all the time, regardless of whether they drive a ten-speed or an Escalade. But why let facts and individual cases get in the way of a good, sweeping generalization?
But though we never mind slapping down environmental hypocrites, we also have many, many reasons for hating SUV's and the people who drive them. It's not that SUV's are evil. It's that they are dumb. For the vast majority of people, SUV's are way, way too much vehicle and having one is like a short, slow, fat guy owning a $300 pair of basketball shoes.
Consider that almost all SUV drivers never leave the road. What's more galling than seeing some suburban mom tooling around in a brand new, tricked out Range Rover and knowing she will never take it off the asphalt? Would you buy a boat and never get it wet? Would you buy a racehorse and not let it run? Would you pay for a prostitute and not have sex with her? Okay, that last one was a little inappropriate, but you get the idea.
Treating an off-road vehicle like on taxi is just one of many reasons why someone should be banned from owning an SUV. Ask yourself: Have you ever shifted a vehicle into four-wheel drive because there were potholes? Have you ever referred to driving on a gravel road as "off-roading it"? If so, you should be made to donate your SUV to a someone who will use it properly, like a construction worker or maybe a cowboy. Similarly, if your SUV has white leather seats, or if you can't leave home without movies for the DVD player, you should have your SUV confiscated and be forced to drive a Smart Car for a year as penance.
Most people who drive SUVs never, ever need room for eight or to be able to haul a week's worth of camping gear. They do not need a vehicle that is, basically, a pickup truck with a $20,000 back seat. But they buy them because they have kids and think getting a minivan will make them old and uncool. They are correct, of course. Once you buy a minivan, you might as well get some Depends and start watching "Murder, She Wrote."
But that doesn't make an SUV any cooler. (See above: re: Suburban moms. ) You can buy that Explorer and pretend you're a roughneck pioneer all you want. One look at the baby seat and the Dora the Explorer backpack in your back seat, and everyone will know it's all a lie. Unless you are planning a safari, or an expedition though the Sirera Nevadas in winter, just shut up, buy the minivan and take your castration like a man.
But though we never mind slapping down environmental hypocrites, we also have many, many reasons for hating SUV's and the people who drive them. It's not that SUV's are evil. It's that they are dumb. For the vast majority of people, SUV's are way, way too much vehicle and having one is like a short, slow, fat guy owning a $300 pair of basketball shoes.
Consider that almost all SUV drivers never leave the road. What's more galling than seeing some suburban mom tooling around in a brand new, tricked out Range Rover and knowing she will never take it off the asphalt? Would you buy a boat and never get it wet? Would you buy a racehorse and not let it run? Would you pay for a prostitute and not have sex with her? Okay, that last one was a little inappropriate, but you get the idea.
Treating an off-road vehicle like on taxi is just one of many reasons why someone should be banned from owning an SUV. Ask yourself: Have you ever shifted a vehicle into four-wheel drive because there were potholes? Have you ever referred to driving on a gravel road as "off-roading it"? If so, you should be made to donate your SUV to a someone who will use it properly, like a construction worker or maybe a cowboy. Similarly, if your SUV has white leather seats, or if you can't leave home without movies for the DVD player, you should have your SUV confiscated and be forced to drive a Smart Car for a year as penance.
Most people who drive SUVs never, ever need room for eight or to be able to haul a week's worth of camping gear. They do not need a vehicle that is, basically, a pickup truck with a $20,000 back seat. But they buy them because they have kids and think getting a minivan will make them old and uncool. They are correct, of course. Once you buy a minivan, you might as well get some Depends and start watching "Murder, She Wrote."
But that doesn't make an SUV any cooler. (See above: re: Suburban moms. ) You can buy that Explorer and pretend you're a roughneck pioneer all you want. One look at the baby seat and the Dora the Explorer backpack in your back seat, and everyone will know it's all a lie. Unless you are planning a safari, or an expedition though the Sirera Nevadas in winter, just shut up, buy the minivan and take your castration like a man.
Celebratin'... The Stax Sound
There's a new PBS special on Stax, the legendary Memphis record
label. “Sweet Soul Music: Stax Live in Europe 1967,” will air in
March. We decided not to wait.
Arthur Conley with "Sweet Soul Music" recorded live in
Norway. Dig the suit.
Mr. Otis Redding at the Monterrey Pop festival. This the
transcendent performance of "Try a Little Tenderness" that made him a star.
"The two and only," Sam and Dave, with a live, extended version
of the immortal "Hold On, I'm Coming."
The Blues Brothers? They were a joke, right? A late-70's, drugged-out
prank on the audience. Dude, before there was a movie, or a horrible
remake, the Blues Brothers came to play. Half the band were Stax
studio musicians, like Steve Cropper and Donald "Duck" Dunn.
Check out "Hey, Bartender,"the opening of their 1978 premier at
Universal Amphitheater.
label. “Sweet Soul Music: Stax Live in Europe 1967,” will air in
March. We decided not to wait.
Arthur Conley with "Sweet Soul Music" recorded live in
Norway. Dig the suit.
Mr. Otis Redding at the Monterrey Pop festival. This the
transcendent performance of "Try a Little Tenderness" that made him a star.
"The two and only," Sam and Dave, with a live, extended version
of the immortal "Hold On, I'm Coming."
The Blues Brothers? They were a joke, right? A late-70's, drugged-out
prank on the audience. Dude, before there was a movie, or a horrible
remake, the Blues Brothers came to play. Half the band were Stax
studio musicians, like Steve Cropper and Donald "Duck" Dunn.
Check out "Hey, Bartender,"the opening of their 1978 premier at
Universal Amphitheater.
LOL: Laughing at SUV's
The word you are looking for is "FAIL."
We'll say this much for the Brazos County Sheriff's Office:
they do have a sense of humor.
This fake Hummer ad is a little mean. But that doesn't make it any less funny.
Anyway, a company that calls itself "Hummer" deserves every joke it gets
Hang Ten... Or Fifteen
A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow. The horse falls in a mud hole. He calls to the chicken to get the farmer to pull him out. The chicken runs to the farm, but can't find the farmer. So he drives the farmer's Hummer to the mud hole and ties some rope around the bumper. He throws the other end of the rope to the horse, and drives forward saving him.
A few days later, the chicken and horse were playing in the meadow again. This time the chicken fell in the mud. He yelled to the horse to get help. The horse said, "I think I can stand over the hole and get you," The horse stretched over the width of the hole and said, "Grab for my 'thing' and pull yourself up." The chicken did and pulled himself to safety.
The moral of the story: If you are hung like a horse, you don't need a Hummer to pick up chicks.
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