When Aren’t We Drinking?

So I post a comment on Joe Nocera’s New York Times column on wingnut hatred of the Chevy Volt, and now when I come to Stinque I’m met with an ad for a local car dealership on the left and the Madmen video prompts me with an embedded ad cajoling me to buy a Honda Civic hybrid. Man, this targetted advertising stuff is getting out of hand.

Ha. I feel like I should be playing this on my Commodore 64.

@Serolf Divad: The key is to ignore the ads. That’s what I do.

I need to Hug Kenny Loggins. You know exactly what I mean.

@Lost in the Negative Space: Silent Creative Partner discovered a movie theatre that’s showing Mad Men live. He’s already made an impolite comment about the size of Joan’s breasts on the big screen.

@nojo: Sweet.

I think my fucking TiVo cut off the beginning. Must be my cousin’s MLB. I’ll have to bump that down a few notches.

P.S. I hope the Pirates are happy with the only wins they’ll have this season. Unbelievable.

Joan! Joan! Joan!

Again, GREAT closing song. Wow.

@Leave me alone; I’m drunk:
Still kind of digesting that episode. It started slow, but it got weird and then intense.

@ManchuCandidate: Yep. I mean, wow. I’m SO glad Joan finally called that bastard out. And the note…

Yeah.

@nojo:
Ron Paul Blimp sized?

@ManchuCandidate: Exactly. Just no surreal shit when you’re drunk. No drunk needs that.