Saturday, February 27, 2010

Everything is Poisonous

Especially the women.

Back to that in a bit.

Yesterday while picking oranges, my handler Michael called, I think his title should be changed to my pimp. He called me up and asked,
“Can you work for Jim tomorrow?” (the grain storage facility place)
“(after considering how many oranges are left to pick) ya, I think I can, I suppose the guys can finish the rest without me.”
“Well, good, because I already told him yes. So you have to be there at 7:30 in the morning.”

There ya go… pimped to the highest bidder.

So today I went to work for the American loving guy with the funny stories, cleaned the edge of one of those giant storage sheds, then I got to climb into a grain silo. After that Jim came and had me change projects again. So I started breaking up a giant cement slab and loaded the broken chunks into the scoop of a tractor.

After work, the guys and I had some drinks in their apartment, and then walked over to the pub. All was going fairly well, not many women there, so that was a bummer. I had ANOTHER girl say, “OMG your name is Edward! But you totally look more like Jacob.” Yes, my tan is that good right now. At one point though, I take a picture of Daniel (one of the Estonians staying in Griffith) and the girl he was dancing with goes CRAZY and like attacks my camera thinking that it was an improper picture of her that I was taking. Well, so when I refuse to allow my new camera to fall into the hands of a crazy drunk woman, she suddenly has the desire to inflict pain on me. Now, I never hit a woman, but, I do block punches, she tried getting a couple guys to beat me up for her, then when they asked what’s going on, I told them, and they looked at her like she was crazy, and ended up just talking to me. Well, things got even more bizarre, and one of the girls I usually dance with came in and rescued me (I felt like such a damsel in distress, I was like Rodger Moore as Bond, let the women fight the women while I stay back and see the outcome). So yes… I was saved by a girl, from… an angry girl.

Every day here in Australia there is a new experience.

After the pub closes, Richard and I stayed together, we found Marty, and then, there was only Markus left. And so we waited for him, because I am good wingman who will never leave a man behind! So we wait… and wait… before long, crazy lady comes back, and tries to start something up, then gets this guy who refers to her as “my girl” (which confuses me because she was dancing with every guy on the floor) decides that he is going to take her side, and wants all his mates to take his side also. Well, apparently I still have my ninja like ability to block a series of incoming punches even when they come from two different directions. Good to know I retained my black belt skills even after getting fat. That was the first major test of my karate skills since I put the extra weight on. Out of the 30+ blows attempted, only one weak one from crazy lady made contact before the pub security and my overseas allies broke it up.

Which brings me back to the original point… EVERYTHING in Australia is poisonous, even (especially) the women.

Oh what an adventure.

Today has mainly been a recovery day from the events of the week and last night. There was concert in the park which we were rained out of at the end, meaning Matthew was not able to perform. The good-bad news is that this one girl in town is single again… time for an attack?

“But Edward! Haven’t you just gone on about how poisonous the women there are?!”

Psh… ya so what. I’m an idiot like that. Plus I was raised by Latinas which actually have the Wolverine like ability to spring out these razor sharp claws and cut out your heart. And I’ve managed to survive this long…

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Just One of Those Days

You know the kind I’m talking about.

Had to pick more oranges today. Considering going to Sydney earlier than scheduled, but, still not sure on that one, might happen, might not.

The Estonians and I went to Griffith. They might be moving there, 40 minute drive away. That means no more hanging out on a regular basis. The reality set in while we were driving back to Leeton.

Then I came home and checked my email. The moment I thought was coming but I didn’t want arrived. My friend Ken is with God now as a result of the stroke from a couple days ago.

I stumbled today… for the first time in my detoxification of Pepsi, I took one over my daily ration. I feel like I’ve failed myself. The craving just overtook reason and logic.

A hug would be nice right now.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Õnnelik Iseseisvuspäev

Happy Estonian Independence Day!

Mahopin Eesti Kiilt (not the proper spelling).
Translation: I am learning Estonian.

This day in history in 1918, the good and oppressed people of Estonia took up arms in a brave battle against the Russian overlords of their land, and reached out in an attempt to obtain freedom from subjugation under the tyrannical rule of czars and Bolsheviks. An attempt, which was successful.

Well… for about twenty years before being invaded by Nazis, then being “liberated” only to re-gobbled up by Russians.

Now, if I was in Australia for 4th of July, I know I would have a longing for home, and want to do something American to celebrate my own homeland’s struggle for Independence.

So, I went out to the bottle shop, got some vodka, printed out some pictures, got a toy gun, got some Styrofoam, and set up a bit of a game for my new friends. We went to the store, bought the ingredients for pizza (not because it’s such an Estonian thing, but because that’s what we happened to be in the mood for) went back to the apartment to make our pizzas and while they were in the oven we started up a game of shoot the Russian!

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For the history impaired…

From left to right: Lenin, Stalin, Brezhnev, Yeltsin, and (most recently) Putin.

When I announced that the winner gets a bottle of vodka, the competition intensified to take out the most Russians. The rules where simple. Best of three rounds cumulative points, five shots each per round, and don’t pass a certain line when you fire.

Marty led off.

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Followed by Markus.

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And then Richard.

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Why the huge celebration on Richard’s part?

He was the first one to take out Putin:

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An even greater accomplishment than Richard being the first to take out Putin, was Marty in the 3rd round taking out an impressive 4 out of 5 Russians (leaving on Brezhnev standing after a misfire).

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This of course led to the final score:

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Marty the winner of the vodka, and Markus & Richard left to take out the disappointment of their loss on the Russians.

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And so, a good night was had by all!

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Then of course there was even a 92nd birthday cake for Estonia.

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I wrote using the very little bit of Eesti (Estonian) that I know:

“Kai Victu Venemaa”

That is to say, “F^<% you Russia”.

And then there was more laughter at the expense of communism:

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Happy Estonian Independence everyone!

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Monday, February 22, 2010

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I Woke up This Morning…

…and I neither had myself a gun, nor did I feel like P. Diddy (those of you who listen to a wide variety of music, help out those who don’t).

So, if we thought we failed at orange picking last week… we REALLY failed today. So embarrassing…

I wake up, and I actually get to the Estonian’s place perfectly at 0600, the problem… the lights were off. Oh no! So, I park, I walk up to their apartment, let myself in with my key, and Markus instantly is up and is yelling something in Estonian which I gathered to mean something along the lines of “shit shit guys… we slept to long! Battle Stations! Battle Stations!”

They have their breakfast, and we are ready to go, we get to the field and we were so thankful to see the ground still far too wet for our liking due to the previous night’s rain.

So… we went back to the apartment. We texted our boss on the way back. Once we got there, we all decided, a nap would be a good idea. And so… we napped. Waking up just after noon, only to find a text message that read, “The girls are working today, it’ll dry up”.

FAIL

After that, we watched the United States hockey team beat down the Canuks. Came to the house, “exercised” for awhile and then went to the Pool/Tennis Courts. Goose (Martin) and I went to the pool, while Ice (Markus) and Slider (Richard) went to play tennis. I took 20 seconds off my 450 meter swim and set a time of 11:01 on my 500 yard swim.

In the end… an alright day.

There was however some bad news from home. For those of you whose gift is prayer and/or healing, please keep in mind my friend Ken from my Mother’s Bible study group who had a stroke last night.

Tomorrow, rain or shine, we pick (not really, just shine)!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Super Bowl Ad Review: Winners!!!

At long last! I have caught up on the Super Bowl Ads. And, after going over them, there are a few that stood out, either they worked for me, they failed for me, or they left me going… “what?!” And of course, being a Business Major, I LOVE commercials, I LOVE Super Bowl Sunday, oh sure… there’s a big game on, but!!! There are also commercials! (Prof. Bryant, aren’t you proud)

AT LAST

The list of the ones I feel WON!:

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I love this commercial!

VW has taken a game, that EVERYONE either plays or has played, and instead of denying its existence (though it has no reason to) it has taken ownership of it! It has made it its own!

PLUS!

A blind guy who can see. B-E-A-utiful! Win, full on win!

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AHHH Clark Griswold strikes again!

What better way to display how inefficient the traditional way of doing things is than Clark Griswold. The epic failure of failures. Good to see him on the road after all these years, and I can’t believe his wife hasn’t killed him yet.

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My major problem with this ad is the French reference. Besides that, I LOVE how Google flat out says, “We will provide you with anything and everything”
After all, according to one of the 12 billion doomsday shows on History Channel, Google can predict the future.

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Laughing My Ass Off!

Aahhh Brett… will you ever quit?

I don’t know, but I do know this commercial is GOLD for the audience that it was going for.

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You all know I am a Pepsico person, BUT, I highly respect the Coke Marketing Department (not the Coke Zero Marketing Department, those guys are shmucks).
Watch closely!

They take what is going on in current day America. They take two classic icons of America, The Simpsons and Coke. THEN they mix all 3 together!
And everyone has a smile by the end of the commercial.

Beautiful.

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Betty White = funniest old woman ever!

This commercial played to its audience.

It showed its audience what using it can help them achieve, in this case, turn a scrawny guy who plays like Betty White, into a guy who can perfectly catch a pass.
Oh ya, and it was friggin flaggin hilarious!

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AND NOW!!!

My favorite 2010 Super Bowl Commercial:




It played to an audience of men who have probably been saying quotes from “The Hangover” all day. And of course, it’s hilarious! You are left wondering “How the hell did they get an orca in the back of the truck!?!” and so, your mind begins to wonder, and fill in the gap, but then you think, who cares, it’s friggin hilarious. Then you and your buddies get into discussion on tires and are Bridgestone really that good?

I don’t know, I’m not a tire guy, but I do know, I really really liked this commercial.



2010 Super Bowl, these are the winners… the cream of the crop who rose up to the challenge of their rivals. Good commercials… I salute you!

Super Bowl Ad Review: Better Than Average

At long last! I have caught up on the Super Bowl Ads. And, after going over them, there are a few that stood out, either they worked for me, they failed for me, or they left me going… “what?!” And of course, being a Business Major, I LOVE commercials, I LOVE Super Bowl Sunday, oh sure… there’s a big game on, but!!! There are also commercials! (Prof. Bryant, aren’t you proud)

Cutting through all the CBS Promos and the movie trailers, when you get to the ones that were really creative, these stood out over a lot of the rest, maybe not for the best reasons, but stood out. These are a list of the ones I feel didn’t quite fail, but where damn near close, but also not close enough to success:



Ahhh didn’t know that your kid’s toys could have their own acid trip adventures did ya! I like the concept that the Kia is like a toy for grownups, and it’s so awesome, even kid toys want to grow up to drive one.

Then of course, you have the beautiful irony of a robot DOING the robot on the dance floor. And, like any party like montage, the gang MUST end up in Vegas which just goes to show you how much fun you and a group of friends can have on an adventure.
I’ll admit it, this commercial made that Kia look like a lot of fun, but… it also made the Kia marketing department look like they are on some drug. MAYBE! They took my advice I gave to the Bud Light astronomers and they tried some of the Green Fairy, unfortunately, it made them hallucinate. I don’t know… this is very very close to a successful add for me, but just something in me can’t quite fully admit to it, not sure why, but I do enjoy watching it. Props Kia… props.

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Really? People would jump through hoops for your product?

Well, I’m sure every brand name would sure like to think so. I like the creativity, and the optimism of the product to have the balls to say that people are so addicted to their product, and is so good, that they would leap out of the air and summersault their way through a ring of fire… but… at the same time, you can look at it that the product compares its customers to trick animals whose purpose is to consume for the shear amusement of the company. Now, in a lot of ways that’s true of many companies, but I don’t know if you necessarily have to be so honest about it.

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To quote Dustin Hoffman’s portrayal of Capt. J. Hook:

“Bad form Jack… bad form”

This from a marketing department that I look up to and have a lot of respect for. Jack, last superbowl I (nearly… not really) wept for you when you where hit by that bus! You should be much more careful with yourself, you might really get hurt one of these days… YOU HAVE A FAMILY and funny commercials to make. This year… just didn’t quite cut it for me Jack, sorry. But, I still like you, I might not be able to eat your food after all this weight loss when I go home, but I still like ya.

I did like the concept that, he makes this announcement of new things, and then takes a leap into the un-known, the leap might have failed, but it did tie in well with his speech, so, points for that.

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Huh… I kinda want to say I like it… but WHY? It doesn’t fully make sense why chickens are playing pool. More importantly… WHY is this guy ruining it for humans everywhere?! He should be tared and feathered for giving secrets to the enemy.

What a shmuck.

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There is one reason, and one reason alone for why I love this commercial.

And if any of you have to ask… well… you just don’t know me well enough…

MIDGETS!

I love the usage of PECK (that’s the name of the Midget version of KISS – get it? A peck is a little kiss)

Aside from that though… not being a KISS or Dr. Pepper fan, didn’t do much for me besides that.

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Ok… nice song… I’ll give you that. And, good way of implementing most of the elements of manhood.

But there is NO way I’m using Dove for men. Unless someone gave it to me for free (or that special someone made me).

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Seriously?

Dudes… Come on…

I liked the creativity of the story line, it was cute in parts and funny in others… but you’re telling me a guy like that is going to have that much trouble with cars, even though he probably put together a working model of the combustion engine in like the 3rd grade…

I don’t think so… not happening for me.



2010 Super Bowl, this is the middle of the road… the ones that almost but didn’t quite work, or just left me thinking. Next we’ll take a look at what I thought was the cream of the crop who rose up to the challenge of their rivals.