Ah yes, another Superbowl has come and gone and I have no idea who won it, but I’ve already heard someone talking about the commercials.
Now, far be it from me to tell people how to be entertained. Well, hell, never mind, this is the pit. Okay, you dipshits, you watched commercials? On purpose? Did they come with a free t-shirt that said “Sucker”?
I can’t believe how many people tune into this thing JUST to watch the commercials. Are you that fucking starved for entertainment? Can you really just not get by without seeing how they decided to pitch beer and soda this year? They’re fucking commercials! The other 364 days of the year you can’t STAND them! I know someone who’s got a goddamn TIVO because he hates commercials so much and he taped the game just to watch them!
What is wrong with people? You bitch and bitch about commercials and then fall over yourselves to watch and talk about them, convincing the companies that it’s not ads you hate, you love 'em as long as they’re big and expensive! And we all know that big expensive commercials are paid for by Magic Ad Pixies and NOT by raising the price of the item. We all know that the same commercial you tuned in breathless to see will get run into the fucking ground in the next month, and you’ll be begging not to see it again. That’s assuming the company didn’t go belly up from producing it.
Get a frickin life, people. The day I turn on my TV to specifically watch a stream of commercials (vintage MTV doesn’t COUNT) is the day it goes out on the curb.
What’s next? “Hey! Have you guys seen all the pop-up ads on the Superbowl website!?!? It’s the greatest collection of hip, cutting-edge pop-ups of all time! Let’s go look at them all and then discuss our favorites!”
You know, its funny, out of all the actual products that were advertised I think the only one I buy is Pepsi. And I don’t think of it as much as people hating commercials but their blandness and unoriginality. That’s why people get so excited about the Super Bowl commercials. They are known to be funny, witty, and original (usually).
And lighten up, if don’t want to watch the commercails just get a TIVO like your buddy did, or if you don’t want to discuss them then stay out of the conversation.
No, I would be a sucker if I went out and bought all that they advertised.
I will never drink Sierra Mist or Pepsi Twist.
I am quite happy with my New Balance sneakers, sorry Reebok.
I don’t drink Budweiser and the commercial won’t make me do so.
I use UPS, not FedEx
I will do my own taxes this year, thank you very much, H & R Block.
I thought some of the ads were clever and funny, but it doesn’t make me a sucker for watching them.
Another point - we talk about funny and/or interesting commercials all year, not just after the Superbowl. A good commercial can be entertaining. What’s wrong with that?
I loathe American football and consider it a national embarassment. However, I agree that superbowl commercials can be funny and entertaining. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating a joke or bit of cleverness in something on TV, just because it’s an advertisement.
Superbowl commercials are like 30-60 second short films, brief vignettes, a quick sketch comedy. The FedEx one could almost have been a Kids in the Hall skit. It’s all image, the only one that actually asserted anything concrete about the product was the Monster ad. It’s not like they’re giving a traditional sales pitch, they’re just trying to amuse us in a way that happens to include some product exposure. Most of us probably were exposed more heavily to corporate brands just hanging out at the party, eating Lay’s potato chips, drinking Budweiser or Keystone or Michelob, maybe ordering a Domino’s Pizza, and so forth. So lighten up, we’re not braindead consumer-zombies, we’re just enjoying some amusing short films and if there happen to be a couple corporate logos in there, well it’s no more than we see on a normal day even without TV.
Uh, big expensive Superbowl commercials are paid for by the increased revenue they generate by showing them to the largest television audience of the year (see: Monster.com, 1996).
Professional sports? You mean, where you sit in your living room and watch a bunch of other guys play a game? Ahhh, it’s just a fad. It’ll never catch on.
Sierra Mist sounds like the name of either a detergent or a feminine hygiene product. I wouldn’t drink it just because of the name. Ick!
The halftime show was kinda blah to me also.
The game was fun cause I watched it while doing a video conference with some friends from across the country. Every once in a while one of us would even remember we were watching the game and actually look to see what was going on.
Neidhart,
I suppose I should elaborate. You aren’t going to believe me, but Shania appears to me in my dreams. Often naked, sometimes in an emerald green teddy, she creeps into my room. She tells me it is OK that I hate country music, and that my worship of her perfect form is enough.
Recently, she whispered to me, “The game is going to suck donkeys, but you must watch the halftime show. Ignore that self-absorbed geezer, Sting, and that blonde tart… I will have a special message for you.”
And so I watched, mesmerized, when I suddenly went cold with the realization that there was no message. I edged closer to the television. Where could it be? Had I imagined it all? And then suddenly, within the rhythmic bouncing of her left breast, I noted a pattern. As clearly as if it had been chiseled in stone, a message was being jiggled out before me. What was it? I cannot say. It’s a private thing, and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.
And not just the commercial, either. Did anyone catch Al Michaels’s none-too-subtle reference to Monster.com when he was discussing Tampa’s decision to hire John Grudin?
I used the Superbowl as an opportunity to get some other work done and also get some exercise. I was fixing up some of my digital photographs using photoshop, and whenever a commercial break came on i would walk to my computer (it’s not in my loungeroom) and do some more work. When i heard Al and John’s annoying voices again, i would return to the couch. I managed to miss all the commercials, and the half-time show, which lookd like it was going to be excruciating, as usual.
But don’t you see, in Waverly’s post, he is subconsciously giving us clues. He is so engulfed in his Shania-fest that he is unable to hide his dirty little secrets. Here is the 2nd post:
And, when put through the reverse trans-hexinator 2000, the hidden message reveals that:
Granted, it is slightly disturbing, but it really clears things up.
