liveblog 2010
SKYLINE commercial coool
DIPLO commercial for my blackberry touch (did he just dude a cool phone-twirl/throw trick while wearing his suit and texting a businessman across the atlantic? shit that shit must be both professional aand cool)
intel commercial
ercial! corvettes doing cool burnouts up a track, dad hauling a thing in his big ole truck! more corvettes yeaa baby
oh MLB on FOX brought to us by Ch
evrolet alright game on
hoooey 97mph that one was furioussss,, pop fly! yeaahboii yer outta here DRINK
deep breath bum, take it easy, left outfield! yerrrr outta here cody ross wit tha scoop DRINK, thas right 2 for 2
kazzzzow downtheline then out at first
CHEVROLET unplugging their car? wait aint that where the gasoline goes? where do i put the gasoline? chevy runs deep? oh okay, i get i
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which team do you like? i dont know but this commercial's all about buying shit, look at that stack of tickets in that guys' hand! <3,>
CHEVROLEY look at all them milfs you can get in this thing. seriously. they will smile at you and lock eyes across THE WHOLE restaurant crowded with or without your kids' muddy baseball team! homerun: you! you look fine in this thing. one-nothin
GAME'S ON
buster poser out at first.. obviously cut to the guy with the purp
le bow tie for the downlow, what happened there purple guy? steeerikeout cody ross
who's this weirdo looking guy? DRINK (preliminary rule: if rangers' obscurities are mentioned/noticed/brought-up)
NISSAN JUKE COMMERCIAL, or, caution: driving this car will make you drive like a jerk
Donald Trump commercial? w/e i'm down
what is quattron?
Dunkin donuts sausage bites: "that looks so good" –weirdo alert–
simpson's treehouse of horror number 21? weeird
ROBOT FIGHT SCENE WHAAAAAAAT DIRECTV I WILL BUY THIS PRODUCT THAT'S FOR SURE
consensus: these pistachio commercials are pretty funny
fined $25k for not cooperating with the media: "I'll akss myself my own questions"
YEEE RENTERIA
shhhh y'all god bless america (clip of the Bushes in a little cart)
whoa dodge ram commercial
hop. strikeout. maddy bumgarner ladies,, oh josh hamilton's up! ..awkward
ahh! he left that there ball in the sand and then his cheeks are all like "rmmhh" full-up with some cshew; no texans gotten to second base not tonight no way no way
rangers' out, huff's up
windows phone, great commercial yo guys, hilarious, tension built by music, slapstick relief… well played. windows: 1, doors: und.
i love these artfully constructed mass-media projects: well-funded, -manufactured art=! why not?! are they employing clever artists? seems like it. are they delusioning a whole shitton millions of people? well gotta do what ygotta do
harry potter movie trailer
I have seen your heart, and it is mine.
(wahaaaaa?
all this other shay, irrelevant, essay, texting, sugar from vanilla swiss almond (it was being thrown away, i was doing those asian girls a service ;)
field report, casebreaking news:
cody ross with another catch! That's my boy right there. I knew Cody Ross when he was 15 he was friends with my dad. fuckkkk another
back to maddy, donne with that let's get outta here
here's the rst of the game, abridged:
overproduced commercials, fast cuts, intuitive editing, zoomed-in, flushedface professionals, he has a beard, little nods, microadjustments, commercials, BLAMMO COMMERCIAL, strikeout, stats: stats that give historico-traditional context, stats that celebrate behemoth singular effort, stats that celebrate adherence to goals, dreams, folklores, walk number 4 from the rangers pitchers, commercials, beer billboards behind homeplate so even if you're not thinking about buying shit for a second at least your eyes are, why are all those fans still there? where is the beer i'm thirsty is it cold outside is my essay good do i need better winter shoes am i in love i'm a sucker that's for sure
victory!
tr hummer:
What do you do for a living? I like poems. This one’s my favorite: The cat comes in on little cat feet. You know it? The cat comes in. The bicycle hangs perfect on the rack, dusty, but well oiled and functional. Restoration? The arc of our lives carries us forward, its pace controlled by an invisible metronome. He says that boys laughed at him when he fell. I said Fuck You. What do you do for a living? His hands worry the thickening blood on his neck. I like that poem too, I say, but it’s fog: the fog comes in on little cat feet. He frowns, thinking. Yes, he says, the cat comes in on little cat feet, and he slouches his shoulders, arms out, creeping in the air. See? It makes an image in my mind.
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