Bits and things

It's great that we have advanced far enough as a society that television can advertise erectile dysfunction drugs at 8pm, and warn against "erections lasting more than 4 hours", while during those same hours, an actor cannot use certain words that may be deemed offensive to viewers. Viva Viagra, but don't say "cocksucker".

You really gotta check out this Heineken web site for their new Draught keg. It's an interesting idea, but I'm left wondering what we are supposed to do with the empty keg. My hope was that we could take it back to the retailer and he would have the Heineken boys pick it up when they dropped off new ones, but no. They tell us it's recyclable, but I don't know which pile it is supposed to go in. It sounds to me as though Heineken is leaving it up to consumers, and that's seldom a good idea. By the way, the Heineken Keg commercial came immediately after the drunk driving ad that tells us that police are cracking down. Can they have it both ways?

Speaking of which, every time I see a huge vehicle with one or two passengers, it gets me to wondering why they bought the thing to begin with? A co-worker is currently vehicle shopping, and she is looking for an SUV. Why? She's single, lives alone and the rear seats will never see an ass. Too often, my travels are polluted with giant Yukon's or Expedition's with a lone driver and this weekend, I started noticing how many of them wander the streets with no rear-seat passengers. It's just a waste, and people, under the guise of believing that they are either safer or more secure, buy the things.

Range Rover is running a radio ad for their 4-wheel drive vehicle saying that "the odds of encountering nature's wrath is 9 to 1", so if you're caught in that situation, you want a Range Rover to get you out of it. 9 to 1 odds are precisely the reason why you do not need one. When the weather is bad, you stay home, and a 9% chance of bad weather isn't enough to get me to spend that much for a vehicle.

Eagles coach Andy Reid was born at the wrong time. In a society where scandal and impropriety is front page news, he has decided that he will not talk about his son's second arrest and accusation of being caught in a vehicle with 33 pills of a prescription nature. Thirty years ago, Andy could skate on this, but now, the media smells blood and they want quotes. Andy isn't giving them any, and it's surely pissing them off.

The Eagles are on national TV on Sunday, against the Steelers. John Madden is one of the commentators, and many of my younger friends have grown tired of his banter and generally don't like him anymore. I think most people under the age of 30 only know his name because it's on the video game. As for me, I loved him as a coach and always enjoyed his commentary during games, now and then. It's symptomatic of the general disdain with which youth treats elders, and I can't wait until I'm old enough to have earned the same disrespect. Maybe it's happened already?

I was hoping to be able to track my cat's kidney paste on its journey across America, but that journey seems to have stopped in Arizona. As of Sunday evening, the package has mysteriously stalled in Phoenix. I'm still not sure where the "Express" part comes in.

Meanwhile, over on The National Geographic Channel, they are running a documentary called Inside 9/11. They ran a disclaimer during the program telling viewers that the following scenes depict people jumping from windows or something to that effect, in essence warning us that what we were going to see was real, and they advised "viewer discretion." It's interesting to me that an ad for a boner pill can be run without warning, yet actual footage of a real catastrophe requires one.