Whoa, totally my bad. I didn't realize that ad slot rotated copy that often. It'll be just my luck that everyone reads my comment just as the breast cancer donation or ASPCA spot comes up.

I'll just go to bed now, and sleep through the s#*t storm.

Yeah, ted, I thought of that afterward. When I was writing my rant, the ad display was for that Cindy Crawford Dr. Frankenstein age reduction cream. Didn't mean to point that at Neatorama !

"Duck it's a Russian blonde !"

That's so funny. Unsupervised people with guns. Where's the dead kid ?

What isn't wrong with this horrible video? The guy filming it violates every intelligent range rule and deserves a few rounds in the sack !

In a rare instance, I SAW American Psycho before I read it and thought the movie was a riot (especially the whole "business card" thing...I work for a commercial printer).

A third of the way through the book, I wanted to pluck out my own eyes. Not so much for the gore, as the whole obsessive portrait. Beyond horrifying.

That's brilliant !

Sure beats the guy with the mannikin...

Too bad we needed one set of lying maggots to point out another...

Everyone who writes ad copy should be locked in a room naked, covered in Wesson oil, and armed with butcher knives. The survivors are fed to Oprah Winfrey.

Look to your right on this page if you need another example of the horror and lies...

Ten years in business IS a fair example that this feel-good paradigm works, but the whole Twitter thing sticks in my craw.

Is it a "candy store employees eat for free" kind of thing, where you figure they'll get sick of it and stop stealing from you eventually? We've had people where I work laid off FIRST because they just wouldn't stop texting, Facebooking and eBaying.

Must....control....knee-jerk....REACTION !!!

Hot leather-clad violin-playing Gypsy beehive !!!

But only with the sound off...

Cool vid, but I'm confused.

Is this a food or toy response, or both?

Could I have been feeding my housecat pumpkin all these years?

I wish my parents could have afforded MIT.

Look what I could have done!

That was so sweet.

60 years...I can't even put a bumper sticker on my car without getting sick of it in a week.

I hate you, Uncle John.

And get your hand off my knee.

Right on, Ryann!

A few centuries ago we were selling (marrying) off our youngest daughters for land and cattle. Or declaring them witches (I know I keep harping on that, but it's my home state.)

What other views were expressed at this seminar, besides the usual hot-button rantings of dipsticks?

Alright, here's the worst example: Tuvok and Neelix.

I'm Neelix. I consistantly refer to my immmediate superior at work as "Mr. African-American" or "Mr. Homosexual" rather than use his real name, in a sort of jocularly scoffing way.

How long do I get to keep my job? Granted, any conservative starship captain would have spaced Neelix at the earliest opportunity, along with Dr. Smith and Wesley Crusher.