You Be Illin'
On the list of things that are entirely unawesome, waking up with a fever and the Alternating Chills & Sweats the day of a big trip has to be near the top of said list. If I overdose on whatever brand of non-drowsy Tylenol I picked up last night, at least I can say I was trying to squash the pain in order to have some fun in my life. Well, I guess that's how everybody overdoses. But I'm special (needs).
In feeling sad for myself and this awful temporary illness, I thought about Nuprin today. Whatever happened to that fucker? Little, yellow, different, better. I used to love that slogan, and I think youse all did too. I always thought Michael Chang should have been their pitchman, because, hey, doesn't that kinda describe him too?
And then I got to thinking about pitchmen in general, and a grand idea hit me. I've never been to a Buffalo Wild Wings eatery, and until they started increasing their ad presence I'd never even heard of them. But now they have commercials on nonstop, though I still have no clue where they are. Regardless of all that, are these people kidding me by not having Tone Loc do their mershes? Sing it with me now: "She loves to eat at Wild Wings." Wild Wangs, duh, duh duh, da da, Wild Wangs. I'd start eating there every day if they pulled that off. Not really.
Anyway, I feel terrible and I'm off in an hour to the Langerado Music Festival in sunny Florida. I won't be Slackin' it up tomorrow, but I will be posting over on Hidden Track throughout the weekend. So if you're one of the 10 people in the crowd here that enjoys my musical taste, feel free to check in over there for some weekend updates. As for the rest of youse -- well, you're on your own tomorrow. I suggest suicide.
Slack Link of the Day: These letters to the FCC about Prince's Super Bowl halftime performance can't be real, right? Gotta be someone fucking with them. Wow, check this one out, which contains the sentence: "Thanks CBS for turning my son GAY." Awesome.