Yearly Archives: 2010

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Nichole’s Superbowl ad scorecard

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  • House made of beer: Not funny.
  • Betty White playing football: Mildly funny. I like Betty White.
  • Doritos, anti-barking collar: Not funny, with a streak of meanness.
  • “Robin Hood”: Not funny. But I don’t suppose it was supposed to be. I love the Robin Hood story, but I’m not sure I’m going to watch this one. Russell Crowe is on my boycott list. Rockford says, “Kinda want to see that. Kinda.”
  • Doritos, “Keep your hands off my mama”: Not funny.
  • Bud Light asteroid: Not funny.
  • “NCIS” head slap: Amusing, even though I’ve ever watched the show.
  • “Simpsons” Coke ad: I’ve always loved Mr. Burns, and his Warhol was lovely. Splendid ad.
  • Go Daddy, Danica massage: These ads annoy me greatly.
  • Doritos, funeral: Ridiculous.
  • Bud Light, voice modulator thing: Made me laugh a little. That T-Pain is a hoot.
  • Monster.com, fiddling beaver: Funnyish, I guess.
  • “The Wolfman”: I so will not be watching that.
  • Bridgestone, killer whale: Ha.
  • Shape-ups from Sketchers: My mom dated a guy who carried around a prototype for a shoe he had invented that was supposed to do something like Shape-ups. I wonder if he’s the force behind these.
  • Cars.com genius kid: Seemed to be an attempt to emulate Wes Anderson, but not very successfully.

    • I don’t know how much longer I’m going to keep this up. I’m pretty sure I know how much longer you’d like me to keep it up, though. Don’t worry. I’ll lose steam and interest soon.
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    My sister-in-law tells me she wants me to post here more frequently. I told her I would. Instead, I’ve been dedicating more time to Bejeweled Blitz. Hm.

    Flotsam / Jetsam, Screen time

    On movies, dishes, dads and seeds

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  • We saw “Up in the Air” last night. It was a well-made movie, I suppose, but I found it pretty depressing. Possibly because Rockford is on the road quite a bit, and now I’m going to have to assume he’s cuddling on a boat whenever he’s away. (Even if it’s Milwaukee in February.) It was, however, not such a chore to watch 1 hour and 49 minutes of the entirely dreamy George Clooney.
  • Wow, there are a lot of dishes sitting on the counter, waiting to be washed.
  • I’ve been having smoothies every morning for breakfast. My frozen fruit stock is down to blueberries and raspberries this morning, which means I’m having a Very Seedy Smoothie. Like, Harvey Keitel in “Monkey Trouble” seedy. In other words, way seedy.
  • My dad has been visiting this week, and this morning he left for my brother’s, to help him with the plumbing in his own personal, never-ending episode of “This Old House.” The upshot of this for me is that there is one melancholy girl here today (and one boy who keeps saying, “Papa? Where is Papa?”)
  • I read “Shutter Island” a few years ago, and I can’t remember how it ends. This is driving me a little batso. Enough so to read it again? Unlikely. And I’m not sure I want to see the movie, because the previews creep me out quite proficiently.
  • Also. I sent an email to Phillips last week, because a light bulb in a brand-spankin’-new package was useless and also dead already. (Yes, I’m a complaint-letter person. I’m crotchety that way.) I got an email back from them this morning. It said, “Dear [ButterscotchSundaeLastName],you will receive a refun within 15 buss.days.” Which is nice and all. I like refunds. But oh the humanity, at least run some spellcheck before you hit send, Phillips.