Short Film: A Thousand Words

Excellent short - well worth watching.

Miraculous Weight Loss Compound Found in Arctic Thaw

Anchorage, AK - A newly discovered plant that has been unearthed in the Arctic is proving to be the most effective natural weight loss compound found to date, with no known side effects. Global warming may be having an unexpected benefit: incredibly rapid weight loss, completely naturally.

In a press release issued by the Scott Polar Research Institute at the University of Cambridge, researchers at the North pole have discovered a plant compound that apparently kept dinosaurs lean, and may explain the genetic mystery of the dietary habits of Eskimo cultures who have historically eaten incredibly high levels of saturated fats with little or no negative effects on weight and cholesterol. The new compound is derived from what researchers have named Lactuca Shackliola, or, “Shackleaf lettuce” (pictured).
“We pulled up the core sample, and there it was, stuck to the outside of the coring rod,” Sylette Rivermorelandstein points out, holding a photo of a purplish wilted leaf stuck to a metal rod.

“Most of our samples pull up a lot of silt and occasionally plant matter, but nothing like this. Its a direct result of global thermal incubation,” she said. “For some reason, I just had to taste it. And it was quite good!”

The next morning, Rivermorelandstein stepped into her orange thermal suit, and something felt different. She cinched her belt down, and to her surprise, it was loose. Very, loose.

“The only thing I noticed beyond the suit fitting differently was that I had an odd taste in my mouth, sort of metallic, or like the taste of a dentist’s mirror. I didn’t think much about it really, but the suit was a little odd. I thought I had put someone else’s on.”

In passing, Rivermorelandstein mentioned this oddity to the resident medical technician, who was also curious. After weighing her, the technician noted that Sylette was significantly lighter than she was the previous day, when she had been weighed to evaluate whether she could safely walk on the ice at the coring site. Rivermorelandstein had lost 7lbs in her sleep. That after having eaten a dinner of a large reheated Pizza Hut Deep Dish Meat Lover’s pizza, a 2-liter bottle of Coke, Stouffer’s lean cuisine lasagna and a South Beach Fudge bar.

“Up here in the higher latitudes, you can really pack away a lot more at mealtime. Plus the extra cushion keeps ya warmer,” Ron Steadlefield, Ph.D., the head researcher and medical assistant for the team said. “But you’ve really gotta avoid the Shackleaf - the stuff just melts the pounds right off. And that equals lower body temperature, which can be lethal in the environments we’re confined to.” Steadlefield has also lost a significant amount of weight eating Shackleaf.

After a few hours of digging driven by curiosity and a six pack of Pete’s Wicked Summer Brew Beer, they unearthed a large stash of leaves, which photos show look surprisingly similar to dark green version of traditional Romaine. After taking samples that were prepared for temperature-controlled transport back to the research facility at Cambridge, the researchers did something unusual - they decided to try it again, in a salad, to see if they could replicate the results that Rivermorelandstein had experienced.

By the next morning, they had lost collectively 54.8 lbs among a team of 8.

At the lab at Cambridge, further analysis including radiocarbon dating revealed that the samples are roughly 175,000 years old, preserved completely intact by the frozen tundra. In recent years, scientists have seen this substance before, but struggled to explain it’s origin. The plant matter was discovered in the stomachs of thawed pre-historic polar predators, and has genetic similarities to an unusual DNA chain recently identified among native tribes of the North. The difference is no one ever thought to taste these compounds, and then step on the scale the next day.

“We hypothesized that the coexistence of the DNA and the existence of a similar compound in the stomachs of mammoths was because, well, mammoths probably consumed a few hominids here and there,” said Steadlefield.

“This really changes everything,” Fergal Luellen, Ph.D., the Director of Research for the institute’s Polar studies program remarked. “We have done every test known to man on the samples that we collect. We simply never thought of putting them in a salad.”

The researchers were also able to retrieve seed pods and have successfully grown the species under controlled conditions using grow lights. Some students were reportedly growing samples in their closets. The lab-tested samples of the new growth show that the potency of the leaves has not diminished.

The potential uses for the leaf are tremendous from a medical perspective, and it means a possible revolution in the diet and weight loss industry. The university is compiling a list of requests for retail distribution, including Whole Foods Markets. Marketed under its given name of Shackleaf lettuce, the new weight loss miracle leaf may be available in higher end food emporiums in the United States in late 2008. The European Union is waiting for further analysis, and to essentially wait and see what happens in the American Market.

“I’d eat it - yeah absolutely!” Marla Schriver, a tollbooth operator in New Jersey and a lifelong dieter said. “I mean, if dinosaurs coulda’ eaten it and lost weight, heck I’m getting up there in years too - I could eat some dinodiet food. Sure whatever, why not, ya know? I mean, are you kidding me?”

The FDA is already beginning trials of the plant, and expects to yield a definitive answer in the fall.

This article was originally posted on my alter-ego, AlmostFit.com.

AlmostFit.com is now listed on Alltop!

AlmostFit is a relatively new project for me, but it seems to be doing really well thanks to places like this one (IowaAvenue.com) on the Web. I was particularly excited this evening because I got an email from Guy Kawasaki himself today letting me know that AlmostFit has been accepted to the list of sites on his new venture, Alltop. AlmostFit is listed under the Health section.

If you are not familiar with Guy (or why this would be important to me), he is one of the original Apple guys, and has done a bunch of amazing projects since then, inspired thousands of people, and helped an equal number to reach for their goals. His blog is also really excellent, particularly if you want to feed that little inner geek hiding and typing in the dark recesses of your mind. For me, the geek suit is on the outside.

Here's a description of Alltop from Guy's blog:

"A good metaphor is that Alltop is an "online magazine rack" that displays the news from the top publications and blogs. Our goal is to satisfy the information needs of the 99% of Internet users who will never use an RSS feed reader or create a custom page. Think of it as "aggregation without the aggravation.” The easiest way to understand the value of Alltop is to try it [...]"

The best part for me is it is listed alongside some really big mainstream health sites like WebMD, CNN Health, and so forth, so it could mean some really good exposure. At any rate, I'm really excited about it, and realized that I needed to do a little tweaking on the site to improve the presentation.

If you have a spare minute or two, would you mind taking a look at the new header image and such of AlmostFit and give me your thoughts? Does it seem OK? Does it feel too, I dunno...Fancy? Thoughts? Suggestions?

Emerging, but still under water

I've been pretty quiet on this site for the last few weeks - primarily because the demands on my time by my day job have been through the roof. I've been working 7 days a week, and evenings for a while now, on the order of 80 hours a week or so. Its the curse of software development - when the product is about to release, everyone is on deck, all the time. I was emailing our team in Japan at 11:30PM on a Friday night, when I would normally have been half passed out watching the end of an episode of Alton Brown. At any rate, I can see the light - we release soon, so hopefully I'll be able to take a little bit of a break in the near future.

In the meantime, things like seeing this little daughter of mine each day keep me moving forward (photo taken this morning).

I just thought I'd send out a few random thoughts on what's happening here - In a nutshell:

- Kids are well (The doctor successfully removed the surgical tube from little miss R.'s tear duct - good news)
- We are well
- Dogs are pretty well (Sparticus has hayfever, I kid you not)
- Weather has been awesome to variable. Seasonal depression is in a land far away this year. So far.

Quotable Jonah
Jonah has been increasingly quotable in the last few weeks - I've been trying to capture a few of the interchanges here and there, so here are the highlights.

On entering Starbucks, Jonah stopped at the door, looked through the glass, and said:
"This is where Aunt KC lives! Is she here?"
Me: "No, she's not here. Not today."
"Oh. She must be sleeping."

On trying to explain that Great Grandma has passed away, and that no, she won't be coming to visit, Jonah's questions were:
"Did she die?"
"Yes, she died."
"Was she squished?"

On one of his cousins that he speaks of often:
"Mom, remember Molly?"
"Yes, what about her?"
"Yeah. She's a Great girl."

On explaining the topology of a cranium:
"Jonah, do you have a forehead?"
J:"No...I have a sixhead. Six heads. One six head."

On the theory of why my head hurts:
"Mom, my head hurts."
"Why?"
"Because I have yucky stuff in it."
[This last one could very easily have been me. Can't remember right now - things are a bit on the blurry side.]

More soon. Stay tuned. In the mean time, check out AlmostFit -- I've got a few new posts over there. Trying to keep the fires burning, and get some of them put out.

AlmostFit.com: 11 ways to use good table manners to lose weight

I've posted a new entry at AlmostFit. This one addresses using good table manners to your weight loss advantage. Incidentally, the photo was taken on our trip to Paris during one of the many incredible meals we had there. Here's an excerpt:

"It turns out that many of the habits of good manners that Mom and Grandma enforced had more merit than just keeping us from being considered obnoxious or distasteful in the company of others. At their core, good table manners are about dignity while eating. At certain points in life some of us might pitch those habits out of the window (ah, college), but over the span of your life, in addition to making you good company at the dinner table, practicing table manners may actually contribute to better health."

Read the rest of the story here.

So far, the new blog is doing alright - but it sure is a target for spam. I'm going to be adding some features to the commenting options that should help to reduce that problem, but we shall see. Of course, ads for gold necklaces and RVs might add a new dimension, but I doubt it.

AlmostFit.com: 33 tips on how to lose weight without dieting

I've written another entry over at AlmostFit on losing weight by eating good food in moderation. So far this approach has been working for me without the usual emotional ebbs and flows that I've always associated with losing weight.

If you're interested, please check the article out - and if you like it, please consider subscribing via RSS and maybe giving it a Digg vote.

Thanks.

Interpretive Dance: Archaeology was never so Jiggy

As an appreciator of the arts, I'd like to think that I generally "get it" when it comes to new-ish concepts that I have not previously been exposed to. However, I gotta say:

I don't get this one - "Dancing Dissertations."

Click through to the article and watch the videos.........

This article in the New York Times blog discusses a new form of PhD dissertation...through physical artistic interpretation.

Referring to Brian Steward, a grad student at Oxford:

"[...] He was the winner of the first “Dance Your PhD Contest,” held in Vienna, Austria, by John Bohannon, who writes the Gonzo Scientist column for the journal Science. Mr. Stewart, performing in a loin cloth, danced a highly stylized antelope chase followed by the processing and distribution of the food. He was assisted by a fellow archaeologist at Oxford, Giulia Saltini-Semerari, who played the antelope."

I don't know about you, but somehow I don't think Stephen Hawking would find any of this very amusing.

Read the full story in the New York Times, here (http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/02/14/dancing-dissertations/).

photo thanks: lanimilbus over at Web Shots.

Escape From Portland! Rickets Runs Rampant!

Yes, my fellow waterlogged Portlanders, it is time. Visions of Kurt Russell riding a spray-painted Nishiki out of this city with a sustainably produced rain jacket and ergonomic reclaimed toe clips should be coursing through your soggy mind right about now.

Why?

Because in case you haven't noticed, we are in the midst of the usual, sloppy winter in Portland, a time to hole up in our matted dens, burn large amounts of fossil fuels and abundant timber reserves using large mechanical blowing devices or alcoves in our living rooms formed out of stone, knit sweaters and art pieces out of those plastic bags that can't be recycled (you know, the ones you were going to use when you actually walked the dog several months before the rain), and get sucked into DVR-ing episodes of Anthony Bourdain, Project Runway, and the Dog Whisperer.

February is the time of year when natives of the Northwest stop looking hopefully to the sky for inklings of a ray of sun; If the sun does accidentally step between the rafters and through the dense, smothering cloud pillowed ceiling above, Portlanders and Seattleites alike barely acknowledge this hand-breaking-through-the-heavenly-ice with little more than a stoic grunt.

When I was young, I didn't have the means or the inclination to escape when the winter started to get to me. For a good portion of my life (including birth) I lived in the San Juan islands, learning what it means to live in a climate that includes a daily endurance test for the seasonally depressed, compounded by the unrelenting threat of drizzle and light wind, all before it gets dark each day at 4pm. We learned invaluable lessons sometimes the hard way, like how you should not stack things like baseball cards in your closet against exterior walls for fear of black mold; Or, despite their rugged disposition and devil-may-care attitude, Doc Martens are Not waterproof; And last but not least, the Legend of Zelda was and is the God-given natural substitute for actual exercise (unless you know of any caverns where they teach sword play and pyromania in exchange for rupies).

Now that I am in the early phases of middle age (which will last, mind you, for the next 40 years) I do have both the means (barely) and inclination to escape. Preferably by plane, and even more preferred, under the influence of the free samples of Rainier Ridge Cabernet that are refilled by the friendly but professional flight attendant.

We decided more or less on a whim to pack up the troops and head south for a few days, based on an excellent winter fare from Alaska Airlines and a strong desire to clear the condensation from the insides of our mental windshields.

On our way out, Portland weather was at its fiercest with whipping wind and heavy rain pounding the barely-above-freezing tarmac that would facilitate our escape.

It was as if the Rose city's heart was breaking, yelling angrily in the wind, "So you wanna' leave me when times are tough? Fine - I don't need you anyway - GET OUT!"

And get out we did.

We have now returned, and we have rekindled our passion for our city - slugs, Uggs, and all. But that doesn't mean I won't reminisce about my recent time spent under the influence of the golden rays showering down upon the Santa Monica mountains.

Here's a summary of our sun soaked escape, a treatment I highly recommend.

Southern California is winter perfection
Ah, sunny Southern California in wintertime. Our trip included stays in lovely Pasadena, Palm Springs, and Los Angeles, complete with mid-60's temperatures, perpetual sun, snow on the tops of the mountains, a spa treatment for my wife and a music creating session for me.

And let me tell you: It was the best thing we could have done at this time of year. I had to work part of the time, but even that was enjoyable with a view of the Pacific from our new 2nd floor office digs in Culver City and the company of my hearty Angelino coworkers, both native and imported, jaded and unjaded.

On the health side, not only did we get to enjoy the company of our best friends and close relatives, but we were able to recharge our depleted reserves of Vitamin D, preventing mild dementia and apparently, a potentially wicked case of Rickets.

I had no idea that I could get Rickets from lack of sun. But this year, friends, from this I am safe.

It's Palm Springs, baby
For me, our trip was filled with tremendous personal highlights, but I think my most interesting broadening of horizons is a newly discovered appreciation for Palm Springs. I have visited Palm Springs several times before, ridden the Tram and all that sort of thing, but those trips took place primarily in the deathly hot summer months.

The summer in Palm Springs often includes 120+ degree temperatures. I tend to whine when the temperatures approach 85. So as you might imagine, I could not understand why anyone would choose to live in the middle of the desert in this odd, surprisingly small town.

I also could not really grasp why you would willingly build your house directly, literally, on top of the San Andreas fault, which is where my brother-in-law's rental used to be. The neighborhood kids played in the fault line cave-in in the backyard. I'm not joking.

Has nobody in Palm Springs seen Superman? Lois in the car, anyone?

This time however, we saw a side of Palm Springs that has changed my mind. My brother-in-law's new place is very spa-like, complete with views of the mountains, a master suite and bath with a walk-in travertine-tiled shower, and a veranda - and is much further from the fault line (as if that made a difference - but I'll take it). With access to a pool and hot tub, very little traffic, and a view of the very trees under which Cary Grant spent many a winter's sunny 70-degree afternoon lounging in the company of film financiers and Hollywood starlets, we were poised to find the rejuvinative qualities of the famous desert oasis.

On Monday, April took the kids on an outing to the Palm Oasis, which can be seen here.

She gave me the day off, with hopes that I would be restored from the more grueling elements of fatherhood with a toddler and and a 1-year old, where sleep is hard to come by and patience rules every breath. The first order of business was to acquire something that I have lost recently for lack of use in Portland - my sunglasses. I needed a new pair, and found them easily.

Driving through town to find a sushi restaurant, the mood turned surreal when I discovered a radio station that was playing 60's "Champagne music", which Lawrence Welk made famous by pumping bubbles across the stage as he orchestrated the string-heavy predecessor of Muzak. I cranked it up with a complete disregard for the health and resonant qualities of my rental car's speakers.

The thing is, listening to The Maestro blasting while cruising through the old stomping grounds of Hollywood and political icons like Bob Hope, Frank Sinatra, and Gerald Ford, the surreal nature of a place like Palm Springs seeps up from the desert floor. I suddenly saw the quiet, desert flower-like quality of a place so protected from the rest of the world by a 40 mile-wide arid moat. Ah, sweet irony.

The only thing that I lacked was a convertible Cadillac, my Grace Kelly-like wife in the passenger's seat, and a picnic basket that included martinis and fried chicken.

After Palm Springs, we returned to L.A. and enjoyed every second with our closest friends that they had to spare. Our original plan included 5 days in the Southland spanning a weekend, but after the 4th day it was clear that an extension was in order. We stayed for an additional 3 days, which was definitely the right thing to do.

Back to the rain, footloose and Rickets-free

Returning to the Portland airport, on the way to baggage claim I noticed a portly balding gentleman in a dark trench coat, shoulders covered with a thorough sprinkling of fresh rain drops, hunched over the Starbucks counter having just stirred in his 2% milk. Cradling his 20 oz. coffee in his overstuffed fingers while his eyes shifted right and left, his mouth and nose hovering inches above the rising vapor, it was as if he was inhaling the contents of a jar of Vicks Vap-O-Rub to snap himself awake. A coffee huffer, if you will; a familiar sight in a city addicted to legal and illegal stimulants.

The man looked not unlike myself before we left. He stood as if he was inches away from escape with only a briefcase, a damp boarding pass, and an awareness that he is one of the lucky ones preparing to leave his jilted lover-like city for a few days of relief from the incessant outpouring of moisture. Here was a man in need of minerals and vitamins with the ability to restore vital and dwindling bone matter; a man desirous of a warm, soothing hand of sunlight gently working the tension from his shoulders and back; a businessman who wanted to feel the comfort of standing in his favorite wingtips, dry for a change.

At the time I didn't pay much attention to him, mostly because at that very moment, Jonah decided to drop his little red-strapped blue backpack and bolt for the escalator in a fit of 3-year-old bliss. Yet somehow, as we dragged our bags off of the carousel and onto the parking shuttle where you are allowed those brief limbo-like moments of inner contemplation of what you have just done and what you are about to do in the coming days, my thoughts returned to that man at the coffee counter, executing his escape plan as I had done days before. I imagined a pleasant rapport with this person that I had not met, his endurance of the winter and his exit on a whim, only to return days later with a revived spirit and a little bit of work accomplished.

Seeing others, like this man, with the same idea of leaving for a while, oddly made me realize that I was happy to be home. I think in large part because the city offered me the freedom to leave for a little while to have some time to myself. While Portland's ever-increasing grip on my urban sensibilities is strengthening with each passing day, I am also coming to view the city as a confident companion with a heart that understands that sometimes I just need a little sun.

And while I can't honestly say that I'm reveling in the rain as our friend Sharon does, I can say this: Having returned to the quiet sophistication and hearth-warmed comfort of Portland, I am anxiously waiting for my drink's prescription to be called out by a barista at the next caffeinated speakeasy. Hopefully this, followed by a stroll down the street to Powell's, and then some time in the company of the hints of spring and farmer's markets, which are now, in mid February, within my emotional reach.

I have the sense that Portland and I are going to make it work, with a little help from my Southern California friend, Rickets-free.

My Lord and my Salesman

My friend LaVonne sent me this great little article on how I might be able to more fully incorporate devotion into my life - through great hand cream.

From a BBC News article today:

Jesus' cosmetic row in Singapore

A leading retailer in Singapore has withdrawn a cosmetics range with a Jesus theme after complaints from local Roman Catholics, local media report.

The range, named Lookin' Good for Jesus, was on sale at three Topshop outlets in the Asian city state.

[...]

The products included a "Virtuous vanilla" lip balm and a "Get Tight with Christ" hand and body cream, featuring a picture of Christ flanked by two adoring women."

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Read the full story, here.

BlueQ, the vendor who makes the products, has a wide range of irreverent offerings that most of us have probably seen, including the Miso Pretty line and the Wash Away Your Sins soap products. Every time I see their products I think of my own little pieces of pop culture that could have been on that shelf next to the Starbucks barista posable figurines.

Here's an interesting article on how things get done at BlueQ: http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/fashion/articles/2008/01/31/laugh_factory/

To make this even better, LaVonne reports that in L.A. they sell BlueQ products at Wacko on Sunset. Gotta' love that.

I've seen them locally all over the place, but in particular I know that Acme Coffee and Gifts sells them in Oregon City. In fact, I may have bought the Instant Irish Accent breath spray. Er, me boy/wee lass.

Thanks LaVonne for the lift today!

AlmostFit.com: Managing weight loss while on vacation

I've posted a new article on AlmostFit.com that discusses my experience with diet control while on vacation. Or should I say, lack of diet control. Here's an excerpt:

"Here’s how a perfectly cooked social event (like a wedding) wrapped in a meager dried out Diet usually goes for me:

I start out the evening saying, “Oh thank you but no…I’m not really a chocolate truffle dipped in gold dust and creamy exotic wisps of delight kind of guy,” or, “You know I have eaten SO much in my lifetime that I think I’ve lost my sense of taste, so those goat cheese medallions wrapped in savory bacon and topped with a light drizzle of olive oil would really be wasted on me.”

That resolve typically lasts all the way through the “good food” portion of the evening, where the guests are plied with decadent delights in order to be duly impressed with the hostess’s taste (and lavish budget). I can often survive that round. But by the time everyone else has now had their fill of the individual bottomless chocolate fountains spilling over onto the raspberry white truffle cake topped with a light creamy frosting, I’m grabbing Andre the Giant-sized handfuls of the leftover wedding mints and shoving them in my pockets for the starvation march (or drive) home.

I'm working on getting AlmostFit firing on all 6 cylinders, so suggestions, comments, and Diggs are welcome.

You can read the rest of the article, Managing weight loss while on vacation, here.

New Metroknow project: AlmostFit.com

I've been away from life in Portland for a few days, but despite the travel I've decided to officially launch my next little project: AlmostFit.com.

In essence, AlmostFit describes my efforts to improve my health on a whole scale by losing weight, reducing chemical and processed food intake, and hopefully picking up some solid exercise habits along the way. In a nutshell, the focus is on bucking the low-fat low-cal packaged foods mantra that our culture has pushed on us for too long. We're eating less fat than we ever have, and exercising more than we ever have, but we're still getting fatter. Something is broken, and a few people seem to think that they've figured out what that is. I tend to agree.

Here's an excerpt from the most recent post entitled, "30 days to form a new habit? On the moon, maybe":

See, in my head, I have these little sugar-coated pixies running rampant through the wide-open echo chamber that is my mind. Skipping to and fro, they often stop at the little microphone horns that lead to my ears, and whisper to me things like, "Hey that's great! You lost weight - incredible! That was soooo hard. You really deserve to treat yourself. Go ahead. After all, your new habits are now a way of life, so a little indulgence isn't going to hurt, don't you think? After all, you've made it past the magic 30 day mark! Since 30 days have passed, these new habits are all solidified and permanent, right? I mean, even Science agrees on that, right?"

Swing on over to AlmostFit.com and check it out. Let me know what you think - I'm still tweaking the look and feel, and adding new features every day I have the chance. I'll be posting links to new entries for a while as a reminder in case you're interested.

Fox News: 11-Year-Old Boy Partially Deaf for Nine Years Is Suddenly Cured

I'm not generally a big Fox news fan (they being the pawn of the Devil and all), but this headline had to be checked out. I was SURE it was going to be a story about Bat Boy, but alas...

"An 11-year-old boy from Britain, who was partially deaf for nearly 10 years, was suddenly cured when a thick piece of cotton popped out of his ear, according to a report in the Daily Mail.

Jerome Bartens was diagnosed as deaf in his right ear when he was just two-years-old.

Over the next nine years, he struggled to live a normal life as a young boy — but everything changed when he felt a sudden pop in his right ear while playing a game of pool with friends.

He put his finger in his ear and pulled out a tip of a cotton wool bud that had been wedged in his ear since he was a toddler.

"It was just incredible — his hearing returned to normal in an instant," Barten's dad said."

Read the full story here:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,325986,00.html

And in case you want to know more about how Bat Boy truly does exist, watch this absolutely STUNNING footage:



Proof. Video never lies.

Magic formula for action films is: KILL. A LOT.

So you want to write that screenplay and have no idea where to start? Here's a page that's got the quickest way to make it big in Hollywood - just follow the formula in the Rambo Cheat Sheet below, and you'll be hanging with Jean Claude - Thwack Thwack! - and Vin - Clank - Pow!, in no time. Click the image to check it out.



So next time someone abruptly tells you to, "keep your shirt on!" -- just think about the implications of that statement in Rambo-world for minute... They will have no Frickin' idea why you start smiling. Or screaming and making machine gun noises.

Well, other than the fact that you are mildly retarded.

Thanks to the Portland Mercury and the L.A. Times for doing this kind of research. Seriously.

Video: Bud Light swear jar

Its not often that you find a commercial that makes you want to shoot milk out of your nose, on purpose. Let this be a precursor to the Superbowl, where all I'm really interested in is the commercials and the queso dip.



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