divine angst

It smells like lamb in my office. I think someone bought one of the lamb empanadas they sell up the street.

Lamb is one of those smells that is not entirely pleasant.

I didn’t have my computer with me at the SuperBowl last night—I’m a geek, but even I know what is appropriate and what isn’t—but I did take some notes on commercials and the like. Here’s my post-game wrap-up.

Pre-Game
This isn’t really about a commercial, but it’s fitting: since when are Bush, Sr., and Clinton such good pals? Suddenly they’re all over the TV on the tsunami spots and they’re walking into the SuperBowl looking like best buds. I even caught GHWB whispering to WJC over his shoulder at one point. C’mon, wasn’t politics a lot more fun when these two guys just hated each other?

Commercials
I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the GoDaddy.com commercial, if for no other reason than that I registered my domain name with them. It was a little tame, but had some of the vulgar spirit of the best SuperBowl ads.

My vote, by the way, for the best set of ads? The Ameriquest, “Don’t judge too quickly” ads. The guy on the cellphone saying, “You’re being robbed! Robbed!” was pretty funny; even better, though, was the guy with the cat, tomato sauce and knife. Seriously wacky. Enjoyable.

There was some commercial with monkeys in an office, which I didn’t watch, but I recall someone yelling out (and that someone may or may not have been Mr. Angst, I’m not telling), “Monkeys in people clothes! The first rule of comedy! Monkeys in people clothes!”

And then it was halftime and Paul McCartney and someone else yelled (and this time it was not Mr. Angst), “I want to see boobies! Where are the boobies??” I, for one, did not want to see Paul McCartney’s boobies, so I was pleased with the halftime show in that respect.

Finally, the single WORST ad: the one for the new Mustang. Um, some guy frozen in his car in the middle of some icy wasteland…well, that’s just not funny. Freezing to death=nightmare territory for me. My notes read:
Frozen mustang=no buy mustang

Yeah. That about sums up my feeling about that.

I think there were probably more ads, but I stopped paying much attention because the first half ads were so awful. Just sad. Bring back the good old days. Who remembers the really funny Ann Richards/Mario Cuomo Dorito ads? Or even the Budweiser frogs before they were really overexposed?

Hoping for a little more fun next year. And I’m also glad the Eagles lost. But the Pats need to be taken down. Hear me, Parcells? Whip the Cowboys into shape—maybe they can go all the way next year!

Update: I forgot to mention the other “ad” I liked: all the players and coaches NOT in the SuperBowl singing “Tomorrow.” Gruden was hysterical. “Tomorrow, tomorrow….cut it out!….tomorrow…”

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