i still like nada surf

apparently they've put out a new cd, from which i've heard a couple songs and it sounds pretty decent. I should delve further. sorry i havent been posting much, maybe just lack of enthusiasm. honestly theres been some pretty interesting things going on lately, but i dont feel like writing about it. not because it's embarrasing or restricted or "a touchy subject" or anything.. i just dont really feel like planning out an essay type thing for the general audience. so if you want an anecdote, email me, or better yet instant message me. (demosthenesMMII) hm. well i havent really been on that much lately, or facebook for that matter, but i will. I just havent been on the computer much in general. been trying to stay out of my room so i dont turn into a vegetable, or worse, my roommate. he is a myspace addict. he has 300000000009 friends. but thats cool, i'd love to have that many friends, im just lazy i guess. i just finished a game of poker, we played for 4 hours because at least 4 of the 7 people bought back in, sometimes more than once, so noone left the game. So even though i was the second person out of the game, technically i came in something like second, maybe third place because I didnt buy in a second ..or third time. i made sure to announce that several times after i ran out of chips. oh, i wanted to reproduce this segment from mcsweeneys.net because i think it's really good.

TRULY GROUNDBREAKING
ADVERTISING IDEAS.
BY DAN KENNEDY

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Client: Any major brand of pain reliever

OPEN ON: A middle-aged woman is doing the dishes, answering the phone, tending to the kids, and in general being Super Mom. At one point, we cut to her point of view and everything shifts to a slow-motion blur. She presses her hands firmly to her temples.

[Sitar music.]

CUT TO: A shot of a jackknifed semi on a highway somewhere in the mountains.

[Shotgun blast.]

Suddenly it's daytime. We're clearly someplace else now ... a sunny meadow.

CUT TO: Close-up of a smoking, spent shell lying in the sun ... we PULL BACK and realize there's a target range in this meadow.

CUT TO: Night again. We're looking at a wide shot of a man camping in a tent in a suburban driveway. In the tent, he is surrounded by sexy women in lingerie. He starts weeping.

Suddenly we're back in the kitchen we saw in the establishing shot.

[The sitar music is getting frantic at this point ... it peaks and then shifts seamlessly to Bob Dylan's "Tombstone Blues."]

Mom takes her hands off her temples and looks into the camera with a painless, stoic stare, just in time to silently lip-synch the line "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken."

CUT TO: Product shot on white. We see the bottle of pain reliever sitting there.

[The only audio under the product shot is a man laughing in the distance with a little reverb on it, and a 911 operator saying something about a vehicle catching fire.]

END

theres several more, equally funny... given that you've been drinking robitussin.
thats all i have, and i now feel better for having posted this. and merry christmas.
-billy