I love sitting outside at Starbucks, but right now, I’m not sure what’s worse: the dude sitting in patio’s corner chain-smoking or the two preppy college boys wearing way, way too much cologne.
Now I love me some PB and J (as long as the J is grape … that’s key).
So this is definitely not what my sandwich looked like ... but it's pretty cool! Rock on ater_unda on Flickr.
But somehow a sandwich that was smooshed into a baggie, stuffed into a backpack, toted up to the top of Longs Peak and then lugged back down, survived a toasty car trip back to Boulder and lasted two nights on a dark pantry pantry shelf just doesn’t have quite the same appeal.
So I love Pandora, but I still haven’t ponied up and paid for a subscription, thereby saving myself from the hellish (and repeated) experience of listening to their commercials.
Pic by Ferrari + caballos + fuerza = cerebro Humano
One that has been playing far too frequently of late–an advertisement for ice cream–ends with this little nugget of imbecility: “Tastes so good because it is so good!”
Really marketing people? That’s the best you could come up with?
Let’s think about this in a slightly different way, though.
“Tastes like shit because it is shit!”
Hmmm …
On a scale of one to 10, approximately how rude would it be for me to tap the woman sitting two tables away on the shoulder and inform her that the lady she’s talking with is only two fricking feet away from her!?
