I’m peeved at this new commercial where some hipster girl in a gold top is walking down a street, and the background “magically!!!1111!” changes (CGI), then she starts to waif-sing about something, and reaches out and puts of a pork-pie hat.
Finally, she meets up with her photographer. They both appear to be hipsters.
Saw that, very, very, short hair hipster?
They are advertising the camera affects on a mobile phone model that hipsters love.
I find that inexplicably irritating.
I bet they’re playing that damn ukulele and toy piano music that seems so popular with this type of ad. That shit makes me get all Godzilla vs. Bambi.:mad:
The dreaded Hershey’s kisses ads have returned, with the dinky dinky music and the candies jumping around and wrapping themselves, just waiting to be crushed and digested.
Serendipity contribution: I’ve needed to apply some vinyl stripes to my car and needed this little plastic thingy that smooths bubbles and helps keep stripes straight (I used to work in a sign shop, but can’t remember the name of this gadget). I went to the local speed/customizing shop and they offered to sell me one of their’s for $25 (these things cost about .25 in the industry).
On Monday I noticed a cardboard box sitting in the parking lot and took a peek. Sitting there, in the box with nothing else in it, was this thingy. So I’ll be doing some striping this weekend!
Peeve: My car randomly downloaded every single email address from Campus last week. I don’t know if the Bluetooth/Net connect contracted a demon or if I hit one of the many mysterious buttons in the car that commanded it to find and store 6 gazillion addresses. And I can’t figure out how to select the whole group to delete.
Wasn’t there a hideous commercial a few years back that featured chickens talking about the best body parts they offered for eating? Really squicked me out.
My own personal best serendipity wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else. I once worked in a university lab and had taken a piece of equipment to the shop for repair. They gave me paperwork that had to be signed by the PI (Principal Investigator for the lab). As I was strategizing who to ask to see if he was even in the state that week, I walked into an elevator and there he was. I had the documents in my hand and a pen in my pocket. He signed as we went down, then I rode back up and turned the paperwork in. It was a harmonic convergence.
My neighbors keep using some type of dryer-softener sheets for their laundry when drying it. It has this incredibly potent, soap odor that wafts out of the dryer vents when they do so, so strong that it lingers in the area for hours at end, so strong that I have to keep my doors/windows shut and one time even had to temporarily vacate the apartment until it was over. It gives a stomach-quaking, nose-irritating smell.