(posted by t.j. peters)
In these hard economic times, when our savings are depleted and the market fluctuates with relentless uncertainty, there’s one man who gives us the confidence to press forward with our fiscal diversification. No, he’s not a lawmaker or a financial guru, or even a man, really. He’s a talking baby, and boy can that little fucker post a web cam video.
We all know the E*Trade baby. We’ve watched him invest for years and chortled all the way while he created memorable non-words like shankopotamus. Hahaha, a baby golfing?! That’s unlikely! However, we have to understand that though it’s easy to love him now, the E*Trade baby will grow up and have problems just like the rest of us. Or, in his case, the problems might be much worse.
Take a look at the E*Trade Baby: 30 Years Later — an original video for PoC starring blogger Josh Golden:
My name is t.j. and I blogged this…whoa.
(posted by ben axelrad)
***LOST SPOILERS (SLIGHT, BUT STILL…)***
If you watched last night’s episode of LOST you are probably wrestling with the same skepticism I am, knowing that moments of clarity are always followed by one of Rousseau’s elaborate traps. Every season, in one of these formative episodes, we are granted more information than we’re prepared to handle and then left to our own mental wanderings. Last night:
Anyone who has made it this far with LOST knows that understanding the show is, at best, being able to decipher between misinformation and disinformation. By now I think I can tell when a character is lying, but that has never brought me any closer to the truth. UNTIL NOW. Unless this is just another one of Rousseau’s elaborate traps. I don’t think it is.
(I had evidence to back up my claims in the form of very astute notes recorded during last night’s episode, but I spilled au jus from a French Dip on them. True story. Was THAT one of Rousseau’s elaborate traps?)
Consider this analogy: LOST is like the weekend-long high school party you throw while your parents are away. As crazy as it can get over the course of Friday and Saturday, Mom and Dad are coming home on Sunday so eventually you need to stop partying and start cleaning up. Sure, Sunday is still fun, your best friends stick around to help you clean, but it’s fun with a purpose, knowing that if the house isn’t spotless your parents are going to be pissed and never leave you home alone again.
Of course, some weekend-long high school parties are thrown by bad kids who destroy their parents’ home and get sent off to military school, so analogously that’s a possibility for LOST too. But I think they’re going to do everything within reason to tidy up their mess. It’s really just a matter of whether the the house will be Spic and Span or will the lingering smell of stale Smoke Monster remain.
It’s time to kill this analogy; I don’t like being somebody’s metaphorical parents. It makes me nervous about finances.
My name is Ben and this blog is less lost than it was a week ago.