Last night, sometime between going to bed calculating yards lost to penalties in the Super Bowl and Cheeky's successful attempt to thwart our sleep-training, someone must have snuck into our bedroom with a turkey-baster and squirted a gravy-boat full of mucus into my skull. I feel like I snorted an inflated balloon, and when I talk my voice sounds like I'm sealed inside a milk jug. My white blood cells are usually tough little hombres, but they're working overtime on something. I'm heading to Jacksonville tomorrow night for work, and I'm hoping the weather down there will send whatever I'm getting into full retreat by the weekend. In the meantime my garbage pail is filled with a solid mass that was once tissues and napkins and now is pulsing with life....
So what did everyone think of last night's commercials? I thought it was a pretty good batch overall, although:
- I think it's hilarious that Gillette has finally crossed the line into the ridiculous
- I'm bummed the Burger King didn't make more in-game appearances. That commercial with the song and dance number was pretty weird, but when it was over I did say, "I'd eat that burger"
- When the Go Daddy commercial came on, all the women in the room asked, "What's Go Daddy?" but all the men knew. We remember...
- I miss you, MacGyver.
- Except for the "Secret Fridge" ad, I thought Pepsi and Budweiser mailed it in
- That Hummer ad with the giant robot and the city-crushing monster...creepy, and not in the way monsters should be.
- I loved the ad where the guy zaps the fly with the defibrillator, but the winner for me was the FedEx ad. I think I've had that exact conversation, except without the fatal ending.
Ah, television...without you replacing my independent thought with spoon-fed images, where would I be?
I'm off...I've got things to do.