RB is all on about the Samuel Jackson chiller, Snakes on a Plane (SOAP.) I think it’s fine that someone revived “all your base” and hung it out there to buzz-market a movie. In fact, I’ll join in the joke… move it along a little. It’s one of the only fun creative things in blogvertising since Scoble got separated from Microsoft and before that the Bovines Unite silllyness in the spring of 2024.

I think the cow revolution would have succeeded if they’d had Samuel L. Jackson on their side. As for Scoble, well… the results aren’t in yet.

Anyway, who says that marketing and public relations and advertising have to be deadly dull and boring and a compromise of your humanity and turn your very soul to dust? We had cows. We got snakes. As for Scoble, well… the results aren’t in yet.

Just a couple of Dylan verses then…

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze
I can’t find my knees”
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him
Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”
But like Louise always says
“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?”
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Images captcha’ed and returned to my own infernal dialog by RB and Madame L.

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