Wow – incredibly sad news about Jam Master Jay, Ru…

Wow – incredibly sad news about Jam Master Jay, Run-DMC’s turntable master. Both of the front-men must be just devastated. I’ve spoken more than once about my appreciation and my nostalgic waxings about Run-DMC, so it’s a sad day in Robot-land. I remember just recently watching the Behind The Music episode, and both front-men were very clear that while they wrote most of the songs and sang them, it was Jam Master Jay who was the most talented and the glue that held the band together. It seems so incredibly senseless that someone would just shoot the guy in his recording studio, too – a studio that he gave use of at no charge to local musicians to try and help them break out. God damn, that DJ made my day……

I don’t like it when you pick something up and the…

I don’t like it when you pick something up and then for the rest of the day, your hand smells like whatever you picked up. This ever happen to you? This morning I was making lunch for myself to bring to work, and I was making a ham & turkey sandwich, right? Now I can’t get the smell of friggin’ ham off my hands no matter how many times I wash them. This also happens sometimes with money, especially coins. If you handle coins for an extended amount of time, I can’t get that horrendous smell of metal coinage off my hands. Gasoline is another one. If you accidentally drip some gasoline on your hands at the gas station, it takes many hours before that stench is gone. But I like the smell of gasoline. Other things I like the smell of:

White-Out

Those permanent big black magic markers

Candles in the Yankee Candle Factory

Freshly laid pavement

Rubber cement/glue (used to build car models with that….)

The soy protein powder I use

Yeah, I like smelling stuff. Lots of stuff. I really like to do that. It’s kind of insane, but it’s true.

I kid you not, there was a headline on Boston.com …

I kid you not, there was a headline on Boston.com over the weekend: “New Moon Found On Uranus.” Need I say any more than that? I’m 31 and the Uranus jokes just never, ever get old.

Well, you know you’re in for a week or so of off-kilterness and mild depression when you turn the clocks back an hour. Not only will it now get dark at like 2:30 every day, but the baseball season is over, too. A double-whammy! While this World Series wasn’t as dramatic as last season, this was still one of the better playoffs in recent memory because it’s difficult to hate the Angels – they are a great, exciting team to watch and in a world of selfish, wildly over-affluent, spoiled pricks in the baseball world, this team really seems like a good group of guys. The way they came back late in Game 6 Saturday night was simply historic, the best game of the season and heart-stopping. I hope Mo Vaughn is feeling good about his move to the Mets now! Hah, ya jackass!

I caught Black Hawk Down during a very rainy Saturday afternoon this weekend, and wasn’t even close to impressed. Essentially it was 2.5 hours of killing and war, with no real story to accompany it. If done well, a war movie can be a masterpiece, look no further than Saving Private Ryan. But this was just senseless and the acting was only marginally good. Sounded real nice on the home theatre system, though.

It’s a great feeling when you put your car into “p…

It’s a great feeling when you put your car into “park” and get out of it for the night. Another day’s work is over, come home, relax, chill out, eat dinner, etc etc. It’s not a great feeling when you get out of the car and you hear it hissing. Loudly. Of course, not terribly hard to figure out the issue at hand, a flat tire. My first “issue” with the new car. Minor, of course, but still an issue. Cars are funny, you know, it’s really one of the only large-scale investments people make that is guaranteed to lose value right from start and never gain value going forward. Still, more and more people buy ’em…..

So check this out, last night I participated in a consumer research group in downtown Boston for the automobile industry. It ended up being a consumer opinion panel discussion about the newly redesigned Honda Accord, which I actually don’t like. It was pretty interesting – I’ve never participated in one of those before, and they essentially pay you an amount of money – in cash – to just sit for an hour or two and answer their questions and give your opinions. They have the whole room miked, they videotape you, and the room has a two-way mirror where someone, I assume from Honda in this case, sits and observes. There were nine people in all in the group and they paid us each $75 bucks to do it. It took an hour and a half, which translates to like $50 bucks an hour. Nice!

I love dogs. I never hesitate to stop and pet them…

I love dogs. I never hesitate to stop and pet them while walking down the street, no matter how menacing they look or act. And while I do usually ask a dog owner if their dog is friendly or not, it usually doesn’t stop me, for it doesn’t matter if it’s friendly or not. If it’s friendly, then great! There’s nothing better than a living, breathing being that goes into a state of sheer bliss just by being administered a petting. And if it’s proclaimed unfriendly, well, no problem! ‘Ol Jeffo is such a friendly dog person that he feels he could tame a black bear if needed. Of course this is not true.

So where does this all lead? Well, I saw this picture during my travels on the internet and I thought of that Coors Light commercial, the incredibly annoying one that I’ve been seeing so much lately because I’ve had my eyes glued to the baseball playoffs. You know, the one with the really cheesy rock riffs and the so-called “rock band” professing their love for burritos at 4am, parties that never end……..and twins. And the “twins” they refer to are these two Barbie doll ladies with big boobs and their hair blowing around. It’s clearly pandering to the lowest common denominator – surely no intelligent people are watching baseball, so let’s hit ’em with this commericial! Anyway, I was watching the game last night and started daydreaming about being able to break into the tape machines in the TV networks offices and inserting my own images into their commercials. So when that silly Coors Light commericial got to the part about…………”TWINS!” – I would insert this picture instead: