Last week I was reminded of the “Make 7UP Yours,” ad campaign of the early aughts. It was clever, humorous, and mildly edgy. I approve of it and it shows not all advertisers are dumb and out of touch. Or you know, the opposite of whoever is making the latest batch of Arby’s commercials. In this edition of ad-hate I’m breaking down my issues with 3 of the TV spots currently apart of Arby’s latest campaign.
There’s an episode of Friends where Helen Hunt and Leila Kenzle show up at Central Perk as their characters from Mad About You and mistake Phoebe for Ursula who exists in the Mad About You world. Assuming one twin is the other I have no problem with. What bothers me is they try to order from Phoebe/Ursula. Instead of thinking that Ursula could just be enjoying a cup of coffee at a coffee shop, they quickly assume she works there. Why? There’s nothing to indicate she’s working there. They just know she works at that other restaurant so they assume she works at this place too. They operate under the notion that anyone who waitresses never goes anywhere to eat or drink. This is akin to when children believe their teachers live at the school. This scene has always bothered me for this reason. A rare misstep for normally strong writing team. But it’s Friday which means time for links and no time to worry about how Mad About You sucks.
I used to have these basketball shorts that were a baby blue color. I was wearing them around the hotel room in Vegas with Jon after a night of drinking and he asked if they were University of North Carolina shorts. In a raspy, groggy voice I said the only thing my dehydrated mind could muster, “Go Tar Heels.” Much to Jon’s delight. I have no affiliation or any real reason for liking UNC, but this was a wonderful moment and memory, so every year around this time I can’t help but root for them. I pick them to win it in every bracket I don’t fill out. So let the madness begin, or whatever. Go basketball? I don’t care.
I often think about having super powers. I think for the most part I would use such a gift for good. Maybe not at first, but eventually. I say for the most part because I am almost certain if I had big retractable claws like Wolverine I would often find myself just slashing the faces of people who super annoy me. I would have lost my job several times over because of how many of those faces would have felt my wrath. I know I would not be able to control myself. But if we’re being honest, my clumsy dumbass would have sliced my own face off immediately. I’m not the type of person who should be endowed with such responsibilities as super powers. I’m barely fit to handle the responsibility of running a blog. Speaking of which, here are your Friday links.
Like many people my age, the week was spent getting reacquainted with old, familiar friends, just around the bend. Yes, I went maximum effort Gibbler Style and watched Fuller House. And have had at least 5 different conversations with Jon and Jamie about the show. Oh. My. Lanta. The first episode was rough, but after that I really started to enjoy it. I hate myself a little for that, but whatever, there are worse things. Like all the weekdays that aren’t Friday. But luckily we got past all those and found the light waiting to carry us home. Ok, I’ll cut. It. Out. And get to the links.
You are the sum of every single moment that you've ever been alive
Be Your Own Adventure
You are the sum of every single moment that you've ever been alive
You are the sum of every single moment that you've ever been alive
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You are the sum of every single moment that you've ever been alive
You are the sum of every single moment that you've ever been alive
For All The Unheard 