1. Hand held cameras. In EVERY. SINGLE. COMMERCIAL. You know, the black and white indy Super 8 documentary film genre should have long been dead by now. I know the whole idea is to give it that Barton Fink Real Live People Feeling, but, enough. You can buy cheap cameras now that compensate for all that weaving and bobbing, and to sit there and go out of your way to bounce the camera around for stupid commercials for carpet cleaning or life insurance is pretty ridiculous. There are crack addicts who can hold a camera steadier than some of these commercials. It's distracting, and meaningless, and beyond cliched, and I want you all to stop it right now.
2. Animated bugs for various bodily maladies. I am tired of every single drug now being given vaguely anthropomorphic disease avatars to fight--we've got them for toe rot, for fart gas, for boogers, and the most recent one I saw was for migraine headaches. Heaven help us if they start up with little animated bugs for sufferers of the clap.
3. This stupid obsession with car makers trying to make it seem like EVERYONE drives their vehicle. Latest iteration being the stupid commercial with hulking sleeveless wonder Toby Keith, who stops his intro "Built Ford Tough" song after only a few notes to announce that someone driving a Ford truck has left his lights on. The auditorium clears out except for the two gay redneck guys who had been pestering him in an earlier commercial about his "frame." (wink wink).
Anyway, what exactly does this really mean? That Ford truck drivers are so completely idiotic that they ALL leave their lights on? That the person who noticed the lights on couldn't at least narrow things down by noting the color and license plate number? That someone's lights being on is much more important than a Toby Keith concert? (Well, that one I might be able to buy.) It is a mystery. But I wish they'd stop it.
Of course, it's still not as illogical as the Toyota commercial where apparently everyone in the store seems to have parked their Corolla in a no-parking zone. Grr.
4. Finally, whoever is up on the 6th Floor using a hammer drill on the floor, I'm growing weary of that. The noise is highly annoying, and I keep hearing stuff falling on the backside of the ceiling tiles.
Okay, I suppose that's it.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at November 15, 2005 11:49 AMOh come now. Those are the only things that annoy you and that you are tired of? I don't believe that for a minute. I think you were just tired of typing.
Posted by: Jordana at November 15, 2005 12:19 PMWell, there ARE the things that cause me to want to pick up a sledgehammer or the jawbone of an ass and start smiting folks, but I don't want to seem mean.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 15, 2005 12:21 PM