So I’m in my Saturday morning litany. I’m working in my little corner on something of minor importance, and watching VH1 in the background. The break hits and I hear a commercial for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (and this is complete aside, but I mention Reese’s enough that I think they should become either the official sponsor of The Blog, or at least it’s official candy). All these folks were talking about how they felt eating a RPBC, and the commercial ended with comments on how they felt in that space of time after they’ve consumed the first one, and before they started on the second one. The tag line was a close up of two PBCs, and the gap in between, with the tag line, “Life is good between the cups.”

I just sat there stunned. I didn’t know rather to laugh out loud or to be horridly appalled. Finally as I let the absurdity of staring at two peanut butter cups masquerading as breasts wash over me, I just laughed out loud. Another fine example of how a male dominated society controls every aspect of our lives.

Part of me is tempted to go into a discourse about breasts, but I think I might just get myself into too much trouble, instead I will just leave you with a little thought from Fatboy Slim, “Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, everybody needs a bosom.”

In other news:

For the first time in my life, I watched The Godfather yesterday. It was pretty good. I can understand why 30 years ago, it was quite the movie (man Robert Duvall had hair). What gets me is how so many of it’s famous lines come from 2 second scenes. The whole Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes, was just BANG, there and gone. I guess now I have to sit down and watch The Godfather II & III sometime soon as well. I will say this though, after having watched it, I’ve decided that I want to start my own crime family and become a Don. Looks like it’s time to start calling in some favors.

I had originally planed to follow The Godfather with Scarface (another classic I haven’t seen), but 3 hours of mobsters was a bit much even for me. Instead I busted (no pun intended) out The Girl Next Door. Now this movie is not for the easily offended as it’s partly about the porn industry (but not in the same way as say, Boogie Nights). Normally “teen” movies aren’t my thing, but everyone once and a while I get drug into them (Euro-trip) and I’m pleasantly surprised (maybe because I’m still that teen inside). This movie hadn’t caught my attention at all while it was in the theater, or even when I found out it was coming out on DVD, it wasn’t until they were reviewing it on CNN, that I thought, hmm, perhaps I should check it out. Wow, what an interesting movie.

No, its not on my list of top 100 movies, but it had some really good things in. It discussed personal identity, judgment, moral fiber, and several other neat things. All I can say (unless you want a more specific walk through of the movie), is that it was better than I hoped.

From around the net:

My buddy Gaines had a great thought from his blog the other day that I had to steal:

“We saw an ad on TV for the upcoming release of The Passion of the Christ, and apparently, the DVD ‘can be yours forever.’ Which raises the important theological question:

Will DVD players in the new creation be that back compatible?”

Jason Orton’s wife thinks he can get his butt kicked by gymnasts.