I Say It Best When I Say Nothing At All.....

Warning: This post is morbid. If the macabre makes you sick, please do not read on. If you can handle it, please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times until we come to a complete stop. ---------------- Apparently, a mayor in a small town in south west France has banned his township's residents from dying. He has threated "severe" punishment for anyone who disobeys. (article) The mayor was forced to take drastic action when he realized there was no more room in the graveyard. I would be interested to see what the "severe" punishment may be. Perhaps instead of a proper burial, these residents may be turned into Soylent Green . What a classic movie! This is part of my DVD collection, and you're welcome to borrow it if you'd like. (Spoiler alert: Soylent Green IS people). --------------- Speaking of a proper burial, that reminds me of a crazy dream I had the other night. Fortunately, Kevin Bacon did not haunt my dreams this ti

Okay, are you as confused by the title as I am? There is a television advertisement running several times at night. I don't know if it runs much during the day, because my television viewing experiences take place after 10:00 PM. The company advertising is Tanner Transmissions (yes, once again I am using the actual name to protect the innocent). As much as I am plugging companies and placing their website links to my blog, I think these companies should start paying me commissions. Good or bad publicity is still publicity, eh? I don't think Tanner Transmissions hires actors for their commercials. I don't think they even consider hiring a marketing firm to generate ideas. I imagine a few of the guys in the shop just pull out a Karaoke machine during their lunch breaks, pull the microphone close to their lips and crank out ideas of what would be great in attracting new business to the company. The guy in the corner with a voice like Kevin Eubank (or Mickey Mouse for t

For my recent television viewing pleasure (which happens to be the Late, Late Show with Craig Ferguson ), I received a deluge of commercial advertising between monologue and guests. Since one particular night, a couple of advertisements have been playing over and over in my mind, kind of like a Fergie song (which happens to be Clumsy ). One of the advertisements was from a local home builder, whose name we shall reveal here to protect the innocent: Ivory Homes . The commercial begins showing a married couple in bed together (we shall assume married couple, because in today's world, only married couples would ever be found sharing a bed together). Now, before you get the wrong idea and think I am traveling down a wanton path, I will steer this in a completely different direction. As the camera moves in closer (did I mention this is a sleeping couple?), the man awakens and springs out of bed and walks over to the window that is shielded by shutters/blinds. While his beautiful