Consumerism at its Finest

With the fever gone, I'm left with a vague sense of disorientation and lungs that supply a never ending supply of Bubbalicious-sized wads of phlegm. Oh, yes...it's as delicious as it sounds. At least I'm getting back to my good old gross self.

Last night we finally got cable connected for our new home theater setup. Two knuckleheads rolled in behind schedule and rushed to just get through the job. They were terrible. After pushing a hole through the drywall in the wrong spot (just four feet off from their target) and just narrowly missing my dogs that I had caged to keep them from being under foot, I was the one that had to measure to get them in the right spot. It had taken us forever to get the time scheduled, and I just wanted the box installed, so I stood over them and dictated what they should do and when. It sucked, but at the end of the night, I had an HD DVR installed and life is good. After a quick call to Time Warner cable this morning, we got all the install fees waived and they'll be out to patch the extra hole in my wall. Everything is finally set up, and now I just need to learn how to use everything.

Let's see...what other news is there? I'm approaching a new milestone in the diet. It won't be long before I cross the 130 lbs down mark. I'm hoping to get around the 150 lbs mark and then start transitioning off this lovely little diet and get on with a normal life. Well, my personal version of a normal life.

And then there's the television. The Series 750 LCD televisions by Samsung are the culmination of eons of evolution, decades of research and development, and the pinnacle of scientific toil. When combined with Blu Ray, the television perfectly recreates the majesty of nature across its 52" screen, while removing the annoying requirement of heading outside and getting exercise. When playing Grand Theft Auto IV, you can see the road grit on the city streets and the splintered skull fragments fly. When watching "Lost in Translation" you feel like you could curl up like a cat and nap inside one of Billy Murray's facial pits. It makes me wonder how anyone could handle watching pornography on a screen this size. I think it would scare me.

The television is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and it makes me proud to be a good little consumer. This much I know.

Merryman Makes Everything Better

So, I was doing my morning blog reading to see what folks were up to, and good old Tappity posted a Slogan Generator that stole a few moments of my time this morning. Maybe it's the fact that I'm ten years old inside. Maybe it's Narcissistic need to see my name inserted into well known slogans. Maybe I just don't feel like working. Regardless, here's some of my favorites:

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I'm Cuckoo for Merryman!

Every Kiss Begins With Merryman

It's Slightly Rippled With a Flat Merryman (I don't even know what this was for, but it makes me laugh.)

You Like Merryman. Merryman Likes You.

Merryman Makes Everything Better.

Sometimes You Feel Like a Merryman, Sometimes You Don't (Many people would attest this is true.)

And, perhaps the most fitting (in light of my recent shedding of poundage): Half the Merryman, All the Taste