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And now for the rant of the week:

Alright so if you don't know, the now infamous Outback Steakhouse theme song was stolen from the dicoteque product from Of Montreal. The fact that some marketing exec for Outback was able to nip this one from the band, despite compensation, is disheartening. But I just want to know how they decided to go for this one. CLearly, they are counting on the fact that most people don't know who this band is or that their lead singer is known to be lopsided at best and has on multiple occasions performed nude during live shows. I want to believe that some savvy person went to a show and knew exactly what they were doing when they pushed this one in hopes of helping the band and promoting fucking real music and culture, not shite ballads. I'm not knocking the band, I'm just saying their a real band with drug and sex innuendos and a Muslim drummer and in America today that is still a very dangerous, unpatriotic notion and maybe the fact that Outback went for them is a good mark for them or maybe it's just a continuation of the captitalist American ideal which mandates conservative values masking completely cut-throat hypocriphal actics. You make the call.
Another thought-provoker that I came across is the sentiment expressed by a renowned British geneticist yesterday about the diminishing genetic mutations appearing in humans, meaning that we may have essentially topped off in the evolutionary sense. The only situation where I can see the same style of reward for physical prowess, is in athletics where stellar athletes are rewarded with money and adoring fans, similarly to our ancestors, who if fit enough could run down food to survive and help promote the passing of their genes. Obviously there are some great athletes in sports other than running, but the diminishing size of the average family and less physically demanding lifestyles are part of the explanation for the smaller genetic pool and I don't know many runners that have large immediate families, I assume because they don't have the time, money or energy. To me this is a the perfect oppurtunity for a knew running movement. You heard it here first, I'm starting the PROMOTE EVOLUTION: RUN FAST slogan. T-shirts are on the way.

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