So I remember this obtuse car commercial asking to "lemme see your stubs". Or implying "how much have you lived you life?" or "where have you been" and this guy had a glove box full of name tags, wristbands, backstage passes and ticket stubs. All of this implying that if you bought this car (I don't remember what kind of car - pretty effective commercial huh?) that your life would automatically turn into a Hollywood glam dream.
It was a retarded commercial but a good question -
Lemme see your stubs
This blog is going to be my proverbial stub. It will be my record and repository of my self induced media coma tendencies. Movies, concerts, books, albums anything pertaining to the American need to constantly be entertained I will talk about and review here. If any profound thoughts occur to me in the midst of said media coma I will most definitely hurry them to other venues in the blogosphere but for now this is what I've got.
