So, Last Night, While I Was Doing Laundry...

...I caught the tail-end of this particularly high-brow use of an FCC license. The NotoriousRRZ offers a more articulate and in-depth account of the series in an archived entry, so I won't rehash anything. All I will offer is that I was mildly amused by the final episode's conclusion: it completely failed to register with anyone that What's-His-Face had just been slammed with a ton of property taxes with the (surely scored from a foreclosure/gambling debt/etc.) "gift" of Little House on the Prairie, or whatever.

Kids, if you're going to famewhore for prizes, always make sure it's in cash: it's the only way to even attempt to come out ahead. *Duh*

You Know Something Stinks...

...when they trod out "Dreams", by the Cranberries, to flog a movie in its television adverts.

For the children and amnesiac, "Dreams" was the "Clocks" (spawn of Coldplay) of ten years ago (and both are heavily indebted to their spiritual progenitor, "Nadia's Theme," a.k.a. the "Y&R Credits Theme"). Under the guise that the song contained the correct note intervals and chord progressions to incite a cathartic brain-itch, it was put to use for everything from minivans and home appliances to schmaltzy dramedy television series and tourist boards with the pretense that the only way to scratch the itch once and for all was not through unavoidable repeat-listenings but through cold, hard consumption.

But there is a far more serious problem at hand that has only now been brought to light with the reappearance of "Dreams" in contemporary advertising: we are obviously suffering from a severe oversaturation of "Clocks." So c'mon, people... put down that copy of A Rush of Blood to the Head and step away from the SUV. You're only hurting yourselves.

Actually, Don't Watch This Space

I've decided not to post what I'd hinted to writing earlier, as I've taken a cue from the NotoriousRRZ. The scrapped entry was more affiliated with Caroline, rather than St. Caroline, and I quite like where that particular line stands at the moment. Besides, it would only get trickier repairing the subsequent mimetic structural flaws in the Fourth Wall.

So it's back to what I do best: pithy pieces o' short attention-spans in this blip of a day in age. *toots own horn; no, not like that*

Watch This Space

Yes, stay tuned: I have decided to write about something on which I've sat for a few weeks, but I've wanted it not to sound like a load of gimpy drivel, all po-faced and bum-legged. (Oooo, now doesn't that option sound appetizing?)