I posted about US commercials and how ridiculous and neanderthal they can be. They're obsessed with sex, pharmaceuticals and body odor prevention.
Andy Towle over at Towleroad posted this example of a TV commercial airing on British stations for Heinz mayo. It's cute; it's refreshing; it's non-assuming; and it's fun.
enjoy, and think about the day when everyone can be commonplace in our world...
the blue guy with the natural men's enhancement supplement is back.
cialys, viagra, levitra and ED are really nobody's business.
the new toilet paper commercial with the bears picking little pieces of toilet paper off their a**** is rude. bears with toilet paper are not cute.
the guy using his wireless in the middle of a cow herd needs to be stampeded.
and if that's not bad enough, as i've posted before, the stations - cable and mainstream - are timing their commercials so that when you surf, all you get are - commercials on every channel! [it's unAmerican, if you ask me.]
if you're a fan of commercials from other parts of the world, as i am, you find that they not only have a no holds-barred laissez-faire state of mind, but they actually entertain you without droning on and one with words.
the commercial below is from Australia and is for men's underwear. there is no Michael Jordan, Charlie Sheen, Cuba Gooding or the ferret who steals the entire ad. it's just fun...
now, there is one strange thing about it that i do not understand. it is a guy jumping & flying in the air with great smiles to a really great song. it's called the pillow biter ad. that'a the part i don't understand.
i mean, i understand it, but i don't know why they would call it that.
take caution in anything you do that could be risky...
December 1, 2006: World AIDS Day...
after 16 years, i still miss Ronald. twenty years ago we were working under ignorance of HIV. we've learned alot in all these years. use that information. no one can claim ignorance of HIV/AIDS anymore...
I never see anything like this when I go to the gym. Well, there is this one guido who will primp and prime in front of the mirror to make sure his baseball cap is on backwards the right way, his spandex black dago-t shows ripples, his black sweat pants match the shirt and his leather fannypack is just right - in the front. He never shares his secrets though.
