Dark Knight PSA: Herpes
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under Film, Video, WTF
If you only watch one video out of the Dark Knight PSA series on YouTube, make it this one.
Boba Fett = Pimp
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under Geekery, Photography, WTF
Every so often I feel like I miss out by not making the trek down to Comic-Con. This is one of those times.
Vern Fonk
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under Advertisements, Video, WTF
I find that one word sums these commercials up better than anything else: Shipoopi!
Bad Gas
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under Los Angeles, Photography, Rant, WTF
It’s gas prices like these (spotted last night on the corner of Cahuenga and Franklin in Hollywood) that make me really glad that I take the Red Line to work.
It should be noted that I filled up on Monday in northernmost Orange County for $4.13 for regular — so this station is likely gouging a bit due to its proximity to the freeway and tourist spots — but that doesn’t really matter. This sign feels like a fairly decent indicator of what’s to come.
Now if you’ll excuse me, it looks like it’s time to go price out a bicycle…
Jottings In An Old Notebook
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under WTF
I’m purging a bunch of stuff that I’d rather not move with when a note from someone I used to hang out with circa 2004 fell out of an old notebook. I had no idea that it was there, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t downright inspired…
Dew Be Due Bee do
ERIS is Loki in Drag
and of Course Lassie as The Beaver
If I knew who it was from, I’d give credit — but now that I’ve cataloged it, into the bag it goes.
True Love Won’t Desert You
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under Video, WTF
I just have to go on record and say that this shot for shot recreation of the video for Journey’s “Separate Ways” is seriously the best thing that I’ve seen all week. If you even sort of like Journey, you owe it to yourself to stop everything you’re doing and soak all of its majesty in right this second.
Wither Seven Grand?
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under General, Los Angeles, WTF
So last night I was informed that Seven Grand is going to enforce a dress code of “collared shirts on the weekends” for the dudes in the new year. I can totally understand why they’d do that — seeing as how it’s a really nice bar and you’d want to discourage the riff-raff from hanging out — but it’s a little dismaying nonetheless. Of course I say that because I’m pretty sure I’m the sort of scruffy riff-raff they’re trying to discourage. It also tends to make things a little less fun and a lot more pretentious.
I mean, watching “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!” while listening to the Cramps and drinking some whiskey doesn’t really lend itself to the whole “strictly enforced dress code” experience, does it?
I guess Bar 107 just became my weekender when I’m downtown.
Purgatory
Posted by Jason Cosper | Filed under General, WTF
I damn near had a blistering Larry David style rant moment at the grocery store this afternoon. After getting into the express line with a single bag of cough drops, I notice that the middle-aged lady in front of me has made a mockery of the “15 items or less policy”. Okay, I’m not in any sort of rush. I’ll let it slide.
Then, after the cashier rings up everything she perks up and says, “Oh, I have coupons!” and proceeds to hand the guy behind the counter a stack for at least a dozen things. Still, I refuse to lose my cool. The Dude abides.
When she goes for her checkbook to pay tho, I start to get a little bent.
“Now, I can write this for up to $50 over?” she asks.
“Yeah, but I have to call my manager over for approval.” the cashier responds.
She ponders this for a bit while filling out her check and then hands it to him.
It’s for $50 over.
The cashier — also starting to get visibly flustered — calls his manager to his register. The manager keys in a code and the check processes thru. Everyone in line can see the light at the end of the tunnel when the cashier gets out two twenties and two fives.
“Can I get that in fives?” the lady chirps, oblivious to everyone’s sighs, groans and forehead slaps.
“Yeah, alright…” the cashier defeatedly replies. “5-10-15-20-25-30-35-40-45-50 is your change.”
As she stuffs the money into her wallet, and we all prepare to get this person out of our lives, she pulls two twenties out of her wallet and says, “Before you close that, do you have enough fives to change these out?”
Are you fucking kidding me?! I feel like snapping off some snide remark or schooling the gal on the finer points of express aisle etiquette, but I’m just dumbstruck at the spectacle that has unfolded before me.
The guy pulls out a stack of paper-clipped fivers and counts off even faster, “510152025303540.”
“Thanks,” she responds. And then to nobody in particular she yammers on, “I owe a bunch of coworkers lunch tomorrow, so I thought I’d just—”
“Miss,” the manager interrupts “I’m sure these people would love to hear your story, but they’ve been waiting in line for 5 minutes while you took care of what you needed to.”
“How rude! I’m never going to shop here again!” she crows cramming her money into her wallet and storming out of the store.
I’ve never heard a line of people at the supermarket break out in applause before, but there’s a first time for everything, I guess…
