I only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials. (I do something similar with Playboy.) Here are some thoughts I had about them.
Why, oh why did Microsoft not by the rights to this year’s Super Bowl? How perfect would it have been to have the
SUPER BOWL XLIV
morph into
SUPER BOWL Xbox LIVe
at each commercial break? Well, they’ve still got next year to seize the opportunity, I guess. I can’t think of a worse missed opportunity since “Big and Tall Factory Outlet” failed to sponsor Super Bowl XL.
HO. LEE. SHITE.
The Last Airbender looks like it will KICK. ASS. The bending disciplines look awesome. The glacier looks awesome. The Avatar State looks awesome. Even Appa (who makes a brief appearance in the upper left-hand corner of the screen at the 9-second mark) looks awesome.
If you didn’t see it yet, here it is:
I may have a reason to believe in M. Night Shamalamdingdong again!
During the Half Time show I wandered over to Disney XD to watch the Phineas and Ferb marathon. One of the commercials over there is for a piece of plastic in the shape of a crescent moon, which apparently can be fastened to ones head to “poof” up one’s hair in the general shape of a mushroom cloud, because if it’s the one thing those kids today like, it’s the bee-hive hairdo of the fifties.
It’s called the Bumpit.
I find this funny as hell, sinceI call the crook in my arm my armpit and the crook in my legs my kneepit. Makes me wonder where that bumpit is supposed to be inserted.
After the Super Bowl ended, there were of course the slew of “male enhancement” commercials designed to capitalize on the testosterone-fueled state of the Super Bowl’s target demographic. One of them (for Viagra, apparently) opens with a dude on his way to the doctor for a check-up, whereupon he is accosted by his reflection in a storefront, who demands that he talk to his doctor about getting some Viagra for his erectile dysfunction. “I don’t know,” says the dude, “that’s a little embarrassing.”
My immediate thought was Dude, you’re arguing with your mirror image on a crowded street. Boner pills are the least of your worries. Let’s start with ant-psychotics first.
