It has been practically a month since I final posted something on this raggy weblog–and I’ve no excuses for my absense.
No trip. No sickness. No dilemma.
Only a lack of concepts, plain & easy.
Perhaps it’s the stress I placed on myself combing for the following ‘killer’ idea. BOOM!–an concept so good it practically writes itself.
When in actuality I’m caught right here with a bunch of weak premises that don’t add up with sufficient sense to purchase a Coke from a merchandising machine.
As an example, what’s happening with Sylvester Stallone’s eyebrows? Have you ever seen him recently? He has a glance of perpetual shock. Just like the birthday coordinator at Chuck E Cheese. There’s not that a lot arch within the shoe division at Dick’s.
See what I imply? Thinly-veiled concepts. Flimsy as a banana string. I can’t dedicate a complete weblog submit to one thing like that…or this…..
Pens. I’ve a factor about pens. Pens laying round that must be clicked closed. Drives me loopy seeing a pen ready for that final click on of completion.
Earlier than you set the pen down, use your thumb to present it…one…remaining…click on. Shut that sucker. Is that this an excessive amount of to ask?
When a pen goes unclicked it dries out, forcing the following person to make that little pen squibble to “leap begin” the ink flowing once more.
Ugg, so weak. A weak, pithy concept. Nothing with sufficient legs to put in writing a complete submit about. Want some extra?…
How about a couple of ‘In my opinions’…
In my view I’m leery of men who put on cuff hyperlinks. I don’t know why, I simply am. They’re like a Bond villian driving a Jag with a machine gun protruding the entrance license plate. Can’t be trusted.
In my view Mr. Clear Magic Eraser Pads are over-rated. I’ve no use for them.
Lastly, in my view brussel sprouts odor nice when cooking however I nonetheless can’t eat them. They aren’t good.
I warned you these had been cringe-worthy concepts. Definitely nothing of observe.
Let’s discuss television commercials.
I don’t just like the advert for the prescription drug, Jardiance. No motive however I mute the television each time.
I don’t want a tune & dance quantity for my meds. It’s so annoying.
The ultimate scene (pictured) rivals the finale of a Broadway play. It’s a DRUG…not “Oklahoma!”
The T-Cell man additionally disturbs me. At first I assumed it was a pretend accent. However he’s certainly a British actor. And a lawyer no much less. Gave up practising regulation for the profitable discipline of performing. (He’s working although!)
Nothing towards him however these T-Cell advertisements run nonstop. Speak about beating a lifeless horse.
And at last as a result of our lives are centered round vehicles & driving, many commercials mirror that truth. However the distinction, in each industrial, the driving force has an enormous, shit-eating grin. Who smiles that a lot when driving? I’m too busy swearing & flipping the hen. I should be doing one thing unsuitable. Or else, my seat doesn’t vibrate. How can one smile when that SUV simply reduce you off? I’ll smile if & once I get house in a single piece.
See what I imply about no actual concrete concepts? That’s my drawback. I must focus. Or else My Odd Sock will find yourself within the gutter like a spilled can of Monster. I’ll hope for the higher sooner or later. Fingers crossed. Pen clicked.