Fourty Days and Fourty Nights

Well, today started off pretty poorly. I took A to the airport to go off to visit a friend of hers in .ab.ca for a week, and the flight with the good deal left at 7:30am. Yikes. So I figured “I’m up already, why not just head into work to do some of the stuff that I had to do from the office. Well, I show up at the office to realize I’d lent my outside key to Engel a few days earlier so he could get in on a weekend, and hadn’t got it back. So I was out of luck, stuck at the office with no way to get in, before anyone would be up enough that I’d not feel guilty calling them. Couldn’t even jimmy the door open, and I didn’t have a lockpick set to try to get in that way. So yea, another half hour drive back here to dick around with things that I can work on (the list is rapidly diminishing). Think that I’ll be heading to see BlackHawk Down for some war movie action with the boys.

I have two new additions to my ever growing list of Celebrity Corporate Whore Sell-Outs. This are artists or celebs who are whoring  themselves out to companies to flaunt their products or services. New to the list are…

  • Garth Brooks
    This one hurt me the most. He’s giving it up for Dr. Pepper, and singing some stupid song that sounds like it should be one of his, but the words are something along the lines of “Dr. Pepper is so awsome, it’s so wonderful, rots your teeth slightly less than the rest of the crappy pop out there.” Kinda got a nice ring to it doesn’t it. The best part of this (at least for Garth) is that the end of the ad is a plug for his new album Scarecrow.
  • B.B. King
    The reigning King of Blues is going with the “BB with BK” slogan as he whores out to Burger King.
  • Richard Dean Anderson
    Better known as McGuyver, hero to all and hearthrob of some, star of multiple movies, series, and the current show, Stargate SG1, is whoring out calling cards or something like that. Oh how the mightly have fallen. And not even a cute tie in where he makes a telephone with a swiss army knife, an old tire, and a broken CD case.

I’m not even going to mention Britney Spears and her whoring out to Pepsi, to which I am subjected to at the start of every movie I go to at the Silver City theatre. At least she looks the part of a Corporate Whore!