No, it’s a hellish vision I can see, too. That shrill, saccharine little earworm makes me want to heave the TV through the living room window.
And the “WOOO! Fish! WOOO! Pizza!” thing makes me stabby as well.
Vistaprint I believe has a commercial where the owner of a spa called Spa La La tells us how much she loves vistaprints. Any business with this name deserves to go out of business.
“I’m the owner of Spa La La!” Gah, that sends me from zero to stabby in about 0.2 seconds.
I would feel very sorry for the receptionist at such a place though.
There is a radio commercial for cell phones, Verizon I think. It starts off with a guy saying
I’m in a hole, a 300 foot deep hole.
Then he goes on to extol the virtues of the phone and it’s abilities. The commercial ends with him saying
OK, let’s turn this hole into a hotel.
Well let’s talk about this. One story on a building is about 12 feet. a 300 foot deep hole is 25 stories in the ground. You are building a hotel with 25 levels of underground parking, or are you such a moron that you are building the entire project upside down?
This VW commercial where this woman’s bouffant hairdo sings to this car salesman in this horrible monotone voice.
The current Dr. Pepper commercial where they show how individual they are by dressing exactly like everyone else and invite me to show my individuality by conforming along with them.
Do they not see the contradiction?
What’s up with those links? Every one of them wants me to open the videos in QuickTime instead of playing like a normal YouTube video. 
On a similar note, I’ve become convinced that George W. Bush has changed his name and become the spokesman for my local utility company. This guy in the radio commercials keeps encouraging me to add “instulation” to my home.
I’ve also had it up to here with this Pepsi radio commercial featuring two guys listening to backward, subliminal messages in Melanie Amara’s version of “R-E-S-P-E-C-T”. Backward subliminal messages? What is this, 1982? It’s just a stupid, stupid commercial.
The part that gets me about that one is the blonde girl saying they don’t use another company because ‘they aren’t 24 hours a day’. Who the hell needs to get business cards printed at 3:00 AM. Stupid.
“Hoveraround takes me where I want to go - where will it send me?” Well, HOPEFULLY RIGHT OVER THE EDGE OF THE FREAKIN NORTH RIM! GOD - I mute the TV when that comes on.
And locally, “I’m attorney Tom Nash” - SPEAK UP YOU IDIOT! Your thoughtful and pseudo-caring “I can help you wtih social security” line is idiotic as it is - at least I don’t have to mute YOU - I can hardly HEAR you!
Yep. I’m having one of THOSE days,
I really hate the Honda commercials talking about “Honda wannabes”. What in hell does that even mean?
In the same commercial, doesn’t she point her phone at a jumbo-tron inexplicably on the side of a building half a block away and immediately footage of the concert pops up on it? What kind of magic phone is this?!
This one’s really more about the fact that the old guy’s wearing not just any bathing suit, but–OMFG–a Speedo. I don’t particularly want to see an old guy in a Speedo myself, but would take more than that to disabuse me of the idea of taking a cruise. People aren’t really that superficial, are they? I hope not.
BTW it’s for Infiniti.
A currently seen commercial for Ancestry.com. A woman comes on, appearing to be about my age which means she was likely born in the late 1950s. Information is shown about her grandmother who was born in 1907. The woman has learned, she enthuses, that her grandmother lived in a building a few blocks away, and that she walks by there every day.
How is it possible to grow up knowing so little about your grandmother, when she lives in the same city? And when said grandmother is still fairly young during your childhood? It’s not like she’s 95 years old and lives in a distant nursing home.
You’d think at some point during her upbringing, perhaps while eating the morning bowl of cereal, she’d have thought to ask Mom or Dad about Grandma. I know, families split up, and this type of information can be come less available, but still it seems rather extreme.
There’s a commercial I’ve seen too much of lately. It’s for a company called Acorn Stairlifts - they install chair lifts than run along the stairs in your house, so people with mobility issues don’t have to worry about falling. Seeing the commercial even once is annoying (high cheese factor, low production values, lackluster testimonials), but the other day I ended up seeing it about a dozen times when I was watching a movie on tv late at night, and the ad run during every. single. commercial. break.
Their tagline is not exactly original - “Give your life a lift with an Acorn Stairlift!”. But the funniest part was the quotes from “actual customers” - who knows, they might even be real customers. Expected stuff like “I’m the king of my own castle again!” or “Now I don’t need to worry about falling down the stairs”. But my favorite was from a customer who said “my Acorn Stairlift was definitely more affordable than moving!” All I can say, is that if that’s the highest praise you can offer, it’s not much. Seriously?! Can you imagine if it wasn’t more affordable than moving? Would anyone at all ever buy it?
AWESOME!!!
Nobody but Nobody should have to listen to Romney singing.
Whoever created that spot should be charged with assault.
Is it supposed to be a threat, as in vote for Romney and you will have to listen to this for the next 4 years?
Sorry Obama I don’t know which is worse, his singing or your approving it.
You have to be a sick sick man to approve of that.
So who do I vote for? The torturer or the one who approves the torture?
Forget using Metalicca, having to listen to Romney sing would have everyone curled in a fetal position rolling on the floor confessing to crimes that have yet to be committed.
Now the second I hear Obamas voice my finger hits the mute button.
Xarelto, the newest wonder drug for deep vein thrombosis, to prevent strokes. This one makes an attractive older guy so happy he buys the attractive older missus a surprise trip to New Zealand. Annoying because they seem to have escaped from a Viagra commercial, and would taking this pill really make you plan your dream trip across the world? I know dozens of older men on medications and all they do is huff and puff around the house, whining and complaining, and don’t take their long-suffering wives anywhere.
I despise ads that use interviews with allegedly cute kiddies who want (or don’t want) more money or faster cellphones. (“Would you push grandma onto the subway tracks because she’s too slow?” “YES!! WHEEE!”).
Actually, virtually any ad that tries to sell adult products using children makes me dive for the mute button.
Now they can get up, run outside, and chase those damn kids off their lawn!
Come on now, they didn’t say that. They said they’d tape a cheetah to her back.
In addition:
I’ve been doing some census research and have never seen any census form that showed full addresses in a column in the middle of the form like the ad shows. When addresses were supplied, the street/road/highway was listed vertically (for simplicity) with house numbers in a column next to it (no need to write the street name over and over).
If only it was that easy!