It has been nearly a month since I last posted anything on this raggy blog–and I have no excuses for my absense.
No vacation. No illness. No dilemma.
Just a lack of ideas, plain & simple.
Maybe it’s the pressure I put on myself combing for the next ‘killer’ concept. BOOM!–an idea so good it nearly writes itself.
When in reality I’m stuck here with a bunch of weak premises that don’t add up with enough sense to buy a Coke from a vending machine.
For instance, what’s going on with Sylvester Stallone’s eyebrows? Have you seen him lately? He has a look of perpetual surprise. Like the birthday coordinator at Chuck E Cheese. There’s not that much arch in the shoe department at Dick’s.
See what I mean? Thinly-veiled ideas. Flimsy as a banana string. I can’t devote a whole blog post to something like that…or this…..
Pens. I have a thing about pens. Pens laying around that need to be clicked closed. Drives me crazy seeing a pen waiting for that last click of completion.
Before you put the pen down, use your thumb to give it…one…final…click. Close that sucker. Is this too much to ask?
When a pen goes unclicked it dries out, forcing the next user to make that little pen squibble to “jump start” the ink flowing again.
Ugg, so weak. A weak, pithy idea. Nothing with enough legs to write a whole post about. Need some more?…
How about a few ‘In my opinions’…
In my opinion I’m leery of guys who wear cuff links. I don’t know why, I just am. They’re like a Bond villian driving a Jag with a machine gun sticking out the front license plate. Can’t be trusted.
In my opinion Mr. Clean Magic Eraser Pads are over-rated. I have no use for them.
Lastly, in my opinion brussel sprouts smell great when cooking but I still can’t eat them. They are not good.
I warned you these were cringe-worthy ideas. Certainly nothing of note.
Let’s talk tv commercials.
I do not like the ad for the prescription drug, Jardiance. No reason but I mute the tv every time.
I don’t need a song & dance number for my meds. It is so annoying.
The final scene (pictured) rivals the finale of a Broadway play. It’s a DRUG…not “Oklahoma!”
The T-Mobile guy also disturbs me. At first I thought it was a fake accent. But he is indeed a British actor. And a lawyer no less. Gave up practicing law for the lucrative field of acting. (He is working though!)
Nothing against him but these T-Mobile ads run nonstop. Talk about beating a dead horse.
And finally because our lives are centered around automobiles & driving, many commercials reflect that fact. But the difference, in every commercial, the driver has a huge, shit-eating grin. Who smiles that much when driving? I’m too busy swearing & flipping the bird. I must be doing something wrong. Or else, my seat doesn’t vibrate. How can one smile when that SUV just cut you off? I’ll smile if & when I get home in one piece.
See what I mean about no real concrete ideas? That’s my problem. I need to focus. Or else My Odd Sock will end up in the gutter like a spilled can of Monster. I’ll hope for the better in the future. Fingers crossed. Pen clicked.
