Why my Sunday was amazing

This is going to be a short but sweet recap of why my Sunday happened to rock.

First, there was the puppy bowl.  And this commercial:

Then this:

And then THIS:

Oh, and then we ended the night with Tool Academy (where the eliminated Tool was actually bounced b/c his GIRLFRIEND was the tool) and The Office.

Life is good this morning, my friends, life is good.

Eat spatula and die, spittle-stick

My day got better once I heard the phrase “I will pineapple slap your ascot.” I’m hoping yours will too.

Easter, a time for bunnies to start laying eggs

With Easter only one week away I have had something on my mind. The concept of the “chocolate egg” at Easter has been baffling minds for as long as I can remember (and I’m pretty sure longer than that because let’s face it, I’m not that old). It always seems to be a topic of discussion. What, people ask, do eggs have to do with the Easter story? What, people ask, do bunnies have to do with Jesus dying on the cross?

Well, this year, I have yet another question to add to that list:

What made this bunny able to lay an egg?

*NOTE* I am a HUGE proponent of any and all chocolate-giving holidays and the Reese’s Chocolate Egg is probably the best confection ever invented.

How might one “chocolate” the rainbow?

I’m not sure if you are aware of this, but the people at Skittles have decided that a great new product would be chocolate Skittles. I’m not sure about any of you, but this idea is absolutely appalling to me. I mean, really completely disgusting and gross. I can’t get on board with the whole chewy chocolate in a candy shell concept. In fact, I am so far off board with that concept that I can’t even bring myself to taste them. That’s seriously just icky.

I first saw the chocolate Skittles about a month ago at a Duane Reade. I was pretty grossed out by them then but it didn’t occur to me to blog about my disgust until Skittles took this nasty new product in a creepy direction.

Has anybody else seen this? This guy is a pinata and he just got the shit kicked out of him by some guy hoping to get a few of these chewy little morsels. I’m not sure what is happening at the Skittles camp but between the gross new products and the frightening commercials, I am starting to rethink how much time I want to spend near the rainbow.

Oh, and just in case you’ve forgotten, here are some of the creepy gems from the past:

Head-On, I hate your commercial, but I love your product!

Brace yourselves reader: product plug in 5….4….3….2….1.

Head-On. I really do love the stuff. It’s one thing to carry Advil around with you all the time but if you don’t have water and you don’t want to dry swallow you don’t have a lot of options. But pulling Head-On out of my purse and glue-sticking the thing across my forehead is the easiest thing ever.

Don’t judge me for loving this. Headache queen that I am, all I can say is:

Head-On. Your commercial is annoying but your product is amazing.

Nothing dirtier than a lint licker…

I realize it’s now 2008 and I should be blogging all of my New Year’s resolutions (didn’t make any) or offering some insight into this new year. Well…I’m not gonna. All I’m going to say about the year coming to an end is that I am officially one year older (Daddy’s little tax deduction that I am).

Moving on…I recently witnessed the negative effects of dropping an expletive on someone. Sticks and stones my ass– calling someone an ass can actually be quite hurtful. So I think we should all turn to advertising when we need a really great insult…you son of a biscuit-eating bulldog, you.

The holidays make me nostalgic

I long for the days of the Old Navy 2004 winter campaign. Those commercials kept me from surfing from channel to channel. Don’t remember what I’m talking about?

During sophomore year, my best friend and I saw these commercials so much that we actually had each commercial memorized by the end of the week. That was some catchy advertising. That made me want to go to Old Navy. But this holiday season, something is missing.

There’s no pep. There’s no color. There’s no holiday cheer. What is there then? A mellow ad campaign that, though not terrible, is too emo for my tastes and quite frankly does not have me running for Old Navy. I miss my performance fleece!

Celebrity Shot: The DQ Couple

If beer pong can feature celebrity shots (when another person, not a member of any of the teams actually in play, comes in to shoot) why can’t blogging? It’s hard to come up with something fresh and witty every night so it’s always nice to have a little help.

Tonight’s celebrity shot comes from one of my bff’s, Rachel. Rach and I e-mail each other every night at work (we have the same job in different locations so we work the same crappy hours), and tonight’s e-mail contained the following rant:

I absolutely loathe the Dairy Queen commercials with the ice cream wife and waffle cone bowl husband. Like, from day one, totally against it. And now they’re in with the genetics counselor finding out they can have kids. They are really just the most offensive things on television today and I need your opinion on them. I don’t want images of ice cream products getting it on, nor do I care about their marital odyssey. And you KNOW they’re going to show that baby. What’s it going to be, a baby sundae? I’m just appalled by the whole campaign….My biggest problem of all STILL comes from the first commercial, where the ice cream claims she needs the chocolate sauce to “pour it all over herself.” The waffle’s shudder is COMPLETELY uncalled for. She’s ICE CREAM–dousing herself in toppings shouldn’t be considered the least bit kinky. I brought that up whilst watching TV with my siblings one night, and they all told me to calm down and not get so worked up over a commercial. But look what it spawned! It spawned spawn!!! God…

And, so I don’t completely slack on my own blog, I’ll post my return thoughts:

I agree. Just months ago Ice Cream was moving in to Waffle Bowl’s
buidling and now they’re trying to have kids? Seems a bit hasty if
you ask me. Also, I miss the talking mouth. He was funny, a bit
inapprop at times, but tastefully so (as if that’s actually possible). The idea of fornicating desserts creeps me out a bit as well. And, I
don’t see how they actually can show that baby. The whole point of
the campaign is that those 2 were made for each other and that pre-destined dessert resulted in the waffle bowl sundae. So theoretically they’ve already combined right? Any other options are just, well, kinda creepy.