I don't know why, but for the last month I have been doting on my hatred of the lowest common denominator market.
Whenever I think "lowest common denominator" two things keep popping up in my mind:
1. Michael Bay's Transformers movie.
2. YouTube.
When mixed together, they create an explosion of tard-tastic realisation...We, as the human race, are fucked.
I'd cry like a three year old Sri-Lankan prostitute if it wasn't for my absolute disbelief that mere commercial advertising could cause such a dismal downward spiral of any type of common sense in only ten years.
I am ashamed to openly admit that I am from generation X....Well...I guess I just did. We were the catalysts. We were the first marketing tests that ultimately proved if you get a twentysomething douchebag screaming his head off into the camera whilst bungee jumping into a raveen(yeah, I know it's improperly spelled, but I'm too lazy to run a spellcheck right now) to reach a can of mountain dew, will compel morons who couldn't take responsibility for their own lives to gravitate towards programming that had anything to do with the letter "X" in the title (fuck you David Douche-covny, you peanut faced little prick).
I'm really rambling right now. I have to remain focused. Suicide or killing spree?
Fuck it. I'll just go out tonight and get drunk with some friends.
Whenever I think "lowest common denominator" two things keep popping up in my mind:
1. Michael Bay's Transformers movie.
2. YouTube.
When mixed together, they create an explosion of tard-tastic realisation...We, as the human race, are fucked.
I'd cry like a three year old Sri-Lankan prostitute if it wasn't for my absolute disbelief that mere commercial advertising could cause such a dismal downward spiral of any type of common sense in only ten years.
I am ashamed to openly admit that I am from generation X....Well...I guess I just did. We were the catalysts. We were the first marketing tests that ultimately proved if you get a twentysomething douchebag screaming his head off into the camera whilst bungee jumping into a raveen(yeah, I know it's improperly spelled, but I'm too lazy to run a spellcheck right now) to reach a can of mountain dew, will compel morons who couldn't take responsibility for their own lives to gravitate towards programming that had anything to do with the letter "X" in the title (fuck you David Douche-covny, you peanut faced little prick).
I'm really rambling right now. I have to remain focused. Suicide or killing spree?
Fuck it. I'll just go out tonight and get drunk with some friends.
