I thought I had scored a good soda deal at C-Town today: 99 cents for 2 liter bottles of Schweppes, Pepsi, and Mountain Mist (which is a Sprite knockoff. Of course, Sprite itself is a 7-Up knockoff. I digress).
So I load up with a bottle of ginger ale, cola, and the lemon-limey stuff.
Then I get home and suddenly realize they had charged me $1.89 per bottle!
Of course, then I took a close look at the weekly sales flier. It's 99 cents - with an additional $10 purchase.
That part, of course, is in the tiniest print possible. Maybe a .3 font size.
Why do they like to screw us?
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
A different era
Now we have Glenn Beck.
Look at the end of the Kennedy assassination segment. Cronkite almost breaks down when he announces the death and a guy standing behind him in the newsroom looking at the wire machine swings his head around to see what was going on.
Look at the end of the Kennedy assassination segment. Cronkite almost breaks down when he announces the death and a guy standing behind him in the newsroom looking at the wire machine swings his head around to see what was going on.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Weird censoring
So I'm watching Big Brother After Dark again, and although it is, for the most part, an uncensored look at the BB guests from midnight to 3 am, there was some strange censoring going on.
Monday night, there was an extended discussion among the players (who were liquored up) about their sexual histories, and oh, the cameras did not move away from the stories of anal sex, group sex, one-night stands, etc. Thank you, Showtime.

There was even a little booby flash from Jordan, the yummy Southern blond. Thank you especially for that, Showtime. Giggidy.
But Tuesday night, a few players were sitting in the yard (they were joined in mid-conversation as sometimes happens as the cameras cut from room to room) and one of them was saying, "She's really the wife of the president?"
The other player said, "Oh yeah, he owns CBS, and Viacom, which is MTV...."
They were clearly talking about Julie Chen, the host of the show, who is the wife of Les Moonves, president of CBS and Showtime. But the guy who was trying to explain this was confused and was actually describing Sumner Redstone, who is the guy who owns CBS and Viacom (which includes MTV, etc.)
Suddenly a Technical Difficulty card came up on the screen for about 30 seconds, first time I've ever seen this, and they quickly cut to some other people in the kitchen prattling on about nothing in particular.
So lets see, anal sex discussions, fine. Sumner Redstone discussions, not fine.
At least we know the limits.
Monday night, there was an extended discussion among the players (who were liquored up) about their sexual histories, and oh, the cameras did not move away from the stories of anal sex, group sex, one-night stands, etc. Thank you, Showtime.

There was even a little booby flash from Jordan, the yummy Southern blond. Thank you especially for that, Showtime. Giggidy.
But Tuesday night, a few players were sitting in the yard (they were joined in mid-conversation as sometimes happens as the cameras cut from room to room) and one of them was saying, "She's really the wife of the president?"
The other player said, "Oh yeah, he owns CBS, and Viacom, which is MTV...."
They were clearly talking about Julie Chen, the host of the show, who is the wife of Les Moonves, president of CBS and Showtime. But the guy who was trying to explain this was confused and was actually describing Sumner Redstone, who is the guy who owns CBS and Viacom (which includes MTV, etc.)
Suddenly a Technical Difficulty card came up on the screen for about 30 seconds, first time I've ever seen this, and they quickly cut to some other people in the kitchen prattling on about nothing in particular.
So lets see, anal sex discussions, fine. Sumner Redstone discussions, not fine.
At least we know the limits.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Why is this not surprising?
Pew surveyed more than 2,500 scientists, conducted in collaboration with the American Association for the Advancement of Science. The survey found that more than half (55%) of the scientists identified themselves as Democrats, and nearly as many (52%) call themselves liberal. What's more, "Many of the scientists surveyed mentioned in their open-ended comments that they were optimistic about the Obama administration's likely impact on science.
Only 9% of the scientists, meanwhile, consider themselves conservative, while fewer still (6%) identified themselves as Republicans.
- Washington Monthly
Gee, I don't suppose that could be because today's GOP doesn't believe in evolution or global warming and is dominated by a bunch of bible-thumping holy-rollers could it?
Arrghh
I've done it again, allowed myself to get suckered into Big Brother. It's not the primetime shows on CBS that are the problem, it's BB After Dark on Showtime that run seven nights a freaken' week - from midnight to 3 am no less.
Hey boss, no early morning meetings for the rest of the summer, ok?
But I do rather like that little southern blond girl on this season. Giggity. (Oh, and the bikini model ain't too shabby either). Yes, I'm sure that were some tough casting decisions made.
Hey boss, no early morning meetings for the rest of the summer, ok?
But I do rather like that little southern blond girl on this season. Giggity. (Oh, and the bikini model ain't too shabby either). Yes, I'm sure that were some tough casting decisions made.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Those are some bad weddings
Is it just me or does there always seem to be a dozen or so people killed by a drone in Pakistan or Afghanistan. Often coming or going to a wedding no less.
It's like when they were constantly killing the #3 guy in al queda. It seemed to happen every week.
It's like when they were constantly killing the #3 guy in al queda. It seemed to happen every week.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Always read the label

Sigh. This is why you need to carefully read directions in the store when you're trying a food item you've never had before.
I just bought Mancini's spaghetti dinner: big meatballs with "Sunday sauce." I was totally looking forward to it; a green salad, some garlic bread on the side, an amusing little Pinot Grigio.
Unfortunately, after I eagerly ripped open the package, I saw the hidden directions: "Defrost in refrigerator overnight."
Oh well, I haven't ordered pizza in a while.
It would have been too much after MJ and Farrah
I thought Debbie had died. No exaggeration, I heard "Only in my Dreams" THREE times in a long weekend in Florida. I have no idea why it was being played so much. Unusual musical tastes down there.
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