I got what their intent was, but for some reason it completely didn't work for me. One too many levels of irony, or one too few, or something. I knew what they meant, but the delivery was painfully off (for me, anyway). I'd need to go back and rewatch to see what tripped my ugh button instead of the ah! one, but I'm disinclined to do so just right now.

I'm actually with Scrappy on this one.

Reminds me a conversation I was having last night with a friend who has started going to church and wants to go on a mission to help people now. Hasn't read the bible, doesn't know what the church even advocates, but likes the idea of going for a week or two to someplace nice and helping out. It's not anything but a vacation you can feel smug about to me. Wrapped in feeling superior.

Like JZ, I got what the intention was supposed to be -- it just felt to me like one of those cases where the intention massively fails because some trusted friend didn't stop them and say, "dude, wtf? don't do that!"

It's not helping either my "eww" or my embarrassment squick that Groupon's defense is pretty much "well we thought it was funny", while the restaurant owners (who didn't see it until it aired) are now worried that they'll lose business over it. (quoted here: [link] )

I understand wanting to skewer fake sincerity. Actors who co-op causes to either elevate or disguise themselves.

Tell me all about it.

At the point where I set my feet on a 9 month journey to walk my feet to the bone to raise awareness about an issue that I honestly believe means life or death for millions of people, Robert fucking Blake did his best to make it about himself.

Thank God he failed miserably, but if he made a commercial that started out with a nuclear mushroom cloud and turned into him hawking a coupon...'who cares about disarmament, let's save money on fireworks!' I don't know. Not only would I feel shit upon, but I might have to hunt him down.

Yeah. I get making fun of people who care about things in life...it just makes me sad.

Toasted baguette with butter, water, ibuprofen and a wee bit of valium. Dinner of champions.

I am exhausted and had no desire to cook anything, so I ordered Chinese food. I think this is the worse Szechuan tofu I've ever had. Actually, now that I think back on my meals today, I haven't really eaten anything I like. Breakfast was a so-so bagel, and lunch was crackers with peanut butter because I was in a hurry. Tomorrow, must have better food.

I'm with Scrappy and Cass on the Groupon ad, although I can totally see how it offends.

Terry Pratchett is a badass.

ENGLISH fantasy author Sir Terry Pratchett says he was so excited after being knighted by the Queen that he decided to make his own sword to equip himself for his new status.

Pratchett, believing the sword would not truly be his own unless it was made from metal he had produced, found a field with deposits of iron ore near his home in Wiltshire, west of London.

He gathered the deposits and smelted the iron ore himself.

Terry Pratchett is a badass.

Trufuckingfax. Whoa.

Pratchett has been my hero for years. A gift to humanity.

Heh. Not only did Terry smelt the ore himself, he threw in meteorites for the magic of them.

However beautiful that sword may be, it can never be as sharp as his mind.