Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Showing posts with label media. Show all posts
Showing posts with label media. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Bud Light Lime: You Can Run But You Can't Hide

It's everywhere. Like absolutely everywhere. I can't even conceive of the scope of the marketing plan. Saw this driving home from the train station the other day. Joey is determined not to try it; I think I'll cave eventually. Love Stephen Colbert on the product: "It's like drinking Bud Light downwind from an artificial flavor factory."

Saturday, August 12, 2006

so sayeth the west wing

president bartlet and mrs. lanningham reveal, during an interaction in the fourth season, that if you're the president of the united states you can choose any number of paintings from the national art gallery and have them hung in your office. how cool is that? i'm salivating. what kind of president would choose a pollock, i wonder. i'm not sure that they even have warhols in the national art gallery, but if they did, would any president elect borrow one to hang? my guess is no.

there is the kind of art, as far as i'm concerned, that makes movements: creates them. art that does something unusual and is worshipped by those who toil, wreckless privately, smothered by themselves. can you believe internationl klein blue?

art: what an empty handful.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

list of my favourite movies

  • chariots of fire (1981)
  • searching for bobby fischer (1993)
  • show me love (1998)
  • dirty rotten scoundrels (1988)
  • sabrina (1954)
  • the secret garden (1993)
  • a little princess (1995)
  • reach for the sky (1991)
  • the cutting edge (1992)

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

breaking news: son of (supposed) war criminal looks hot in dark suit

He's looking quite strapping, that "thuggish businessman," son of Slobodan Milosevic. SIDE NOTE: Am I the only one who remembers it being pronounced SLO-bo-dan instead of Slo-BO-dan? Scruffy, tired and a bit sad, I like his tie in today's Globe and Mail. My father says that his father was framed, "it's a complicated situation...American anti-socialist sentiment...no free media, these days..." told me that over grilled calamari (perfer it deep fried) somewhere on the Danforth. Thanks for dinner, Daddy! Still, I'm a bit concerned. Are there ethical issues involved in being attracted to the sons of war criminals? Maybe I shouldn't be so flippant...I definitely shouldn't be so flippant. Apologies. He's a bit old for me, anyway. Not a bad suit, though.