Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I almost hate the Subway ad team more than I do Mayor Brainard

So the "Five Dollar Footlong" commercials were annoying as hell when the Japanese chick running from Godzilla and the hula girls held their hands a foot apart to denote the delicious deal that is the Five $ Footlong sub sandwich at Subway. Whatever.

Then they had the choirs and dancers accosting customers at ordering counters. That was really stupid.

Now they have people who can't even sing doing the commercials? Who thought having tone-deaf yahoos and people who couldn't carry a tune in an Ipod (do you like that, the update of the "carrying a tune in a bucket" saying? Came up with that myself) was a good idea? Weren't these commercials bad enough a year ago? If I thought it would work, I'd suggest a boycott of Subway until they ceased and desisted.

I'm tired of it. Aren't you?

Even the friggin' Taco Bell Chihuahua wasn't this bad, even at the very end of his run.

Jesus, please deliver us from the Subway morons. Bring back Jerod if You have to. But make that damn song disappear and turn the composers into pillars of salt. Thank You.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

looks like i made it ...

Busy season is over. Sort of. The HUD deadline got extended to the end of April, so the last couple of weeks this month will be busy, but we're back to 40-hour weeks and weekends off.

The rear-end guy never called me back. Definite happy moment there.

I'm waiting to hear back from the vet about Medea's white cell count after her bloodwork on Saturday. I didn't hear anything yesterday, which according to the vet is a good thing because she was out yesterday but said if there were problems she'd have one of the other vets call me yesterday. None did. So I'm hopeful.

This also applies to Hrothgar. He went in for his geriatric blood panel. He's been healthy as a horse his whole life, as opposed to his sister, and I'm crossing my fingers that he's still the same old healthy fat little guy.

I keep on typing "vets" as "vests". I guess I'm trying to say that the people from Wal-Mart will be calling me, I don't know.

I'm back at practice. Tonight will be my third. I scrimmaged Saturday. It was interesting. I'm tempted to say I SUCKED SO BAD but since I wasn't too great to start out with, I guess my skillz have held steady since February. I don't know if that's good or not. And our acting coach, Roller Dex, is having us do "homework" that involves skating with our feet pointing straight out to the side like fifth position in ballet. I can't even do it off-skates without falling down. It's discouraging. But tomorrow's the busy season party. So maybe getting tanked will make me feel like I can do anything.