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Shake and bake!

15 Mar
Talladega nights is an awesome movie. Amy and I watched it again last night. Sacha Baron Cohen is fantastic.

I wanted to blog about it and at the same time I didn’t want to, considering my previous entry involves NASCAR. I wouldn’t want people to start thinking I’m a NASCAR fan. I am not a NASCAR fan. I’ll admit this just one thing: I like to drive fast and I like to think I do that well.

My favourite lines:

Ricky Bobby: Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces baby Jesus, new born, not even spoken a word yet.

Ricky Bobby: Dear little baby Jesus, who's sittin' in his crib watchin the Baby Einstein videos, learnin' 'bout shapes and colors. I would like to thank you for bringin' me and my moma together, and also that my kids no longer sound like retarded gang-bangers.

Jean Girard: [drinking from a small cup while driving his race car and being bumped from the back] you spilled my macchiato.

Ricky Bobby: Really, smarty-pants? What did French land give us?
Jean Girard: We invented democracy, existentialism, and the blowjob.
Herschell: Yeah? Well we invented the missionary position... You're welcome.

I’m not spoiling it anymore for you. It’s hilarious, really. Well, just this one thing: I don’t think you can win a race in reverse, even in the US and A.

Nascar vs. Gladiators

12 Mar
At brunch today (yeah, we indulged), I saw a commercial for nascar on ESPN. My reaction was “shake and bake!”. Amy’s reaction, after “hah!”, was to wonder about the waste of fuel it was to have cars drive in circle. I couldn’t argue. Amy said “you’re going to say it’s awesome”. Yeah. I said it was a race and that the tracks were not always circles; some are oval (boring) others have curves. Pretty lame argument.

I said it had never occured to me before what a waste of fuel races were.

Later in the day I was indulging in a nap (it was a day of indulgence) and as I was drifting toward slumber, I had a mental image of a crowd of car racing spectators. The image changed to that of an arena filled with a crowd of roman gladiatorial games spectators.

In my half asleep state, I was likening nascar and gladiator fights. Further thoughts brought the following: it’s still better to waste fuel than execute wild animals, slaves or criminals.

At which point, I thought I really needed to sleep.

[All about NASCAR and Gladiators on Wikipedia.]

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