In probably the most misguided case of corporate sponsorship ever, Montreal's Paramount cinema has become the Scotia Bank Cinema. Yes indeedy, the Scotia Bank Cinema.
Guy 1 - How about we catch the 9:00 showing at the Scotia Bank?
Guy 2 - ???
Kinda kills any mystique that was left in going to the movies. As far as I'm concerned, most of that died off when they started installing coffee shops and restaurants and bumper cars at the movies, but then I'm a curmudgeonly old broad.
In the wide world of TV commercials meanwhile:
How utterly stupid is that Special K commercial where the girl has been dumped and her girlfriends come by for moral support and comfort food and they bring: Special K! With strawberries in it! Comfort and low calories!
May I just insert here: Bull-f**king-shit. I don't care how "good" those dried out pieces of fake strawberry** are, that ain't comfort food. Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia? Yep. Haagen Daazs Mayan Chocolate? Hell yeah. But Special K? I think not.
And Special K with chocolate pieces in it? Isn't Special K supposed to be an adult cereal?
Then you have that new series of Viagra commercials. With the people speaking in tongues. If you haven't had sex in so long that it has you speaking in tongues, maybe you should forget about having sex at all; it's just making you look like an idiot...
However the Oscar for my most hated lines from TV commercials goes ex-aequo to:
Immodium for "Because there's never a good time for diahrrea" Really? And here I always thought Friday afternoons between 2:30 and 3:45 was a wonderful time for it...
Always for "Have a happy period" As if!
T-shits are getting bizarre. I'm not sure I'm understaning the imagery anymore. Maybe because I'm morphing into the above mentioned curmudgeonly old broad .
Recent contenders for the wierdest T-shirt award:
- A picture of Che Guevara (been there, done that) with crossbones floating beneath his face on a baby pink t-shirt. I don't understand the symbolism of this one. Che, no problem. A skull and crossbones no problem, but a mix of the two??? And I'm willing to bet the girl wearing it has no idea who Che was. ("Oh, I think, like, he was this dude? And, like, he was against, like, Cuba or something?")
- A black t-shirt with a skull printed on it. Makes sense. Nihilistic teen and all. The skull, however was surrounded in rhinestones... lots of them. Bling galore. Hmmmm.
I received an invitation to join Facebook last week. I have no idea who this person is, I have basically no idea what Facebook is. OK, that's not quite right, it's a place you go to stalk people from high school isn't it? (So not gonna happen). I've never even been there, and yet, people I don't know from Adam (or maybe I don't remember I know, which somehow scares me much more as possibilities go) are asking me to join.
Is it like My Space? And what exactly is MySpace?
Damn, I'm so hopelessly 20th century...
** Reminds me of a story my mom told me when I saw her recently. There's this nutjob who lives in her appartment complex. She was telling her that she buys Special K with strawberries in it, takes out the strawberries, saves them in a jar, and when she has enough she makes strawberry jam. I kid you not! Seems the concept of buying fresh berries, or even frozen ones in winter to make her jam is just a little too over the top for this lady.