We have tivo now which is pretty much the greatest invention since Gutenberg built the first inkjet. Why? Because commercials are for suckers. I completely stopped watching commercial television for a while and just stuck with hulu and other sites because I was so sick of the 23 minutes of commercials i had to sit through for a half hour show. However, out here in the woods the only other visual entertainment comes from watching the rain fall or the ocassional sea otter or bald eagle, which is majestic, incredible, and beautiful, but only awesome for about the first 300 times you see it. Thankfully tivo allowed us our moderate amount of television without being consumed by ad revenue.
Tivo is also so new to us that we often forget about it and just let all the commercials play. Which is okay sometimes because I actually like to stay up to date on current advertising and branding trends. Some commercials are pretty awesome. Others single-handedly exemplify everything that is wrong with the world.
Case in point, I'm completely friggin sick of this jack-wagon Toyota kid. Know what I'm talking about? No? You must have been spared from this idiotic commercial. Here's one from the series.
*Before you get your undies twisted and start writing me hate mail about my hatred toward children, it should be noted that when talking about "that kid" I am in fact talking about the character that Toyota created NOT the real kid who I'm sure is a perfectly nice young lad.
You don't TOLERATE dorkiness? You know what I don't tolerate junior? Being talked down to like a moron by some snot nosed little brat who's just a few years away from a trucker hat, yellow Hummer and a personal stash of Rohypnol.
The fact that these ad guys believe society has reached a point at which grown ass adults can be shamed into buying a new car by the condescending disapproval of a douchey little 8 year old is crazy! Be afraid people. We are all being treated like idiots more and more every day.
There's another commercial with a kid who won't come out from the bushes to get in his dad's older (therefore obviously lame) car at school. This is like everything that's wrong with America. Are people out there really concerned if their child approves of the status they are projecting through the family car? Holy back-assward priorities ad-man! NO you don't get to dictate if the family car is cool enough, because you're a KID. Shut up and be thankful you don't have to walk three miles to school uphill both ways like the old days. In fact, be happy that you live in a time when we have invented cars at all you little snots! The dad shoulda walked over and gave that kid a friggin spanking in front of everyone. Then riding in an old car wouldn't seem that embarrassing (That's a Vinny C reference. I'm hoping for the next tanned hide award). I blame you Don Draper! You started this downward spiral which will ultimately lead tot he downfall of the entire human race you dashing, pomade loving bastard.
Oh yes, exploding anal glands. Just when I think things are settling down a little bit on the fecal front, our Boston Terrier's ass explodes! Okay it didn't really explode. It just swelled up on one side like she had a golf ball in her butt cheek. We ran to google in a panic. And yes, in fact she had a "ruptured anal gland." Awesome. Fantastic. Lovely.
Several hundred dollars later she was back from an all day sojourn to the vet, recovering from a fairly invasive surgery. (More invasive than I would ever want to experience that's for sure) Thankfully she never seemed to be in any pain. Although that could be from the pills which, if the price was indicative, were apparently a designer drug developed by NASA and hand packaged one at a time by Donald Trump.
Sidenote: It's really a shame that there's no black market for dog meds, because I'm pretty sure that the "under the counter" vicodin, ambien and oxicodone the kids were buying when I was in college was about half the price of these friggin doggy pain pills. We should have just got her a medicann card.
Lastly, since someone mentioned the seat covers recently to me, I should mention that my awesome bloggy super powers terrified the EBCSCM so much that they emailed and said that we could return the seat covers that did not fit our car. Except now I'm all "Hey screw you guys, you think I can't get these seat covers to work? I can make these bastards fit if it kills me!" So now I'm faced with the question of actually returning them. Which feels strangely like giving up and by some mutation of my genetic makeup I am for some reason, mostly incapable of "giving up." So I'm tempted to write them back and be all like "Yo douchebuckets! Guess what, I'm not gonna return them now!" But the truth is in the end they just aren't going to fit and I do need to return them. Hopefully they don't care about the little rips they got during the failed installation.