Speaking of Jack Bauer, guess who's running for President? Maybe God is indeed with him more than with most.
The site reports that season 7 of 24, which essentially put Bauer on the map, will be taking place in Washington, DC.
We'd pass judgment on this whole thing now but it would probably be too rash before we've seen the Bauer variation of the Obama/Guiliani/Clinton/Romney girls.
Even the nobodies in this election know they've got better chances at making PotUS if they've got ass-shakers behind them. Talk about spectacle.
Maybe Hanes is a little sexier than we thought. The company has enlisted the aid of four relatively cute girls (dubbed The Comfort Force) to ask strange men to change their underpants. Clever. We do that all the time to no positive result, but then again we've never organized ourselves into a coalition.
See campaign site here.
Push the envelope further, Hanes - have said Comfort Force test the aerodynamics of your product at a local concert. We're sure small-time band geeks would appreciate having (clean) panties thrown at them.
Behold: The latest Citroen ad for Brazil, starring Jack Bauer, who drives around puzzled when he finds his busy city street completely deserted.
Bauer gets out of the car to find out what's going on, only to discover that the chaos was around him all the time. The car has merely been couching him from it.
When you think about it, this is kind of like Footprints in the Sand: "It was then that I carried you," said God to his sad solitary sand-walker.
Depiction of Citroen as a protective life bubble is either really touching, or really insensitive considering the widening gap between rich and poor in Brazil, blah blah blah. We'll spare you the sociological analysis. It's not like anybody could ever really accuse Citroen of single-handedly stomping out a poor man's rainbow.
Word on the street is the right pair of shoes can be deadly. But if you're spending a lot of time on said street, you may find this turn of phrase more literal than not.
To take at least a bit of the risk out of sex work (though we still prefer the fatherly ever-lurking gigolo), the Aphrodite Project is developing male- and female-sized platforms that function as both alarm and tracking device. Like when you reach too readily for a hot car that's not yours, a hooker can fend you off with a high-pitched noise while simultaneously transmitting his/her location to a police station or sex worker's rights group.
Nighttime strollers can try the shoes at Gallery Aferro in Newark this September.
Falling into dire straights on the streets is a scary thing, but as Wired points out, imagine the mash-up opportunities! With a little magic a la Yahoo Pipes, a sex-starved someone could find the nearest hot-heeled fix in a 10-mile radius just by tapping in a zip code.
