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I’m a Pepper

In Humor on February 2, 2014 at 5:13 pm

I woke up today with a song in my heart. Well, it was actually in my brain and it went like this, “Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t. Almond Joy’s got nuts. Mounds don’t.” My subconscious knew what day it is: Super Bowl Sunday, aka Commercial Appreciation Day.

Even though I’ll be watching the big game with my family, I know very little about it. If I were to dedicate this blog post to today’s Super Bowl, it would end after this sentence: Super Bowl XLVIII: The Seattle Seahawks are playing the Denver Broncos at MetLife Stadium in New Jersey and I’m rooting for the Broncos because I like seeing Peyton Manning in commercials (even though I can’t recall what he is selling), and I think it’s cool that he and his brother, Eli, are NFL quarterbacks.

That wouldn’t make for a very compelling post, so I think I’ll stick with what I know: commercials. Tonight, we’ll see clever, witty, touching, extraordinary, hilarious, meaningful, and beautifully shot and written commercials. We won’t remember many of them after we discuss our favorites tomorrow.

However, I still hear people mention commercials from ten, twenty, thirty, or more years ago. Those commercials were truly memorable.

Who can forget the image of Smokey the Bear warning against causing forest fires, or that owl who wanted to know how many licks it took to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop? I remember licking and licking until I reached a number. I can’t remember what the number was, though.

How about the crying Indian (I think he was crying about litter, but I’m not sure).

And remember those jingles that, once heard, were never forgotten?:

“I am stuck on Band-Aid ’cause Band-Aid’s stuck on me,”

“I’m a Pepper, He’s a Pepper … Wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper, too?”

“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there,”

“I’d like to buy the world a Coke,”

“You deserve a break today, so get up and get away to McDonald’s,”

“Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar.”

I also recall this line from an ad, even though it wasn’t sung: “How can I have a nutter Nutter Butter Peanut Butter Sandwich Cookie, if I haven’t had any yet?”

And, everyone knows that “Choosy mothers choose Jif.”

If I were a commercial-maker, I’d go old-school and try to come up with memorable characters, jingles, and sayings. People will remember them, and maybe even the brand that went with them. I know that nobody’s going to be talking about turning into Betty White when you need a Snickers bar, in thirty years.

What old commercials do you remember? Feel free to share your favorites as soon as possible. I need something to do tonight while I pretend to watch the game.

2010 and Counting

In Humor on January 2, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Happy 2010, Willing Subscribers!
 
Don’t you think that the New Year should begin in March, at the spring equinox? Spring is a more fitting season for fresh starts than winter is. I wonder how I can start a movement to change when the New Year starts? But first, I should probably look into how the calendar and the seasons work, so I don’t mess up the world; that might tick some people off. If the New Year is pushed ahead three months, will that make any difference in the scheme of things? The first year would be the only year affected, right? Let’s say we started this in 2011. So, 2010 would get an extra three months, but then things would sort themselves out after that. Something to think about. At least it would confuse the IRS.
 
My resolution this year is to get passports for my family. We missed two funerals for relatives in Canada last year because we weren’t allowed in their country. It upset us that we couldn’t go because we like our Canadian relatives a lot. If we didn’t, we could skip getting passports and keep using that excuse to not see them. Too bad you don’t need a passport to get into Kansas. We would be happy not to get passports if we could avoid those relatives.
 
Now that the holidays are over, it’s the blah season. Everyone looks and feels blah and the weather is blah and moods are blah. So if blah is an apt description of basically everything, why isn’t it an acceptable word in Scrabble? Speaking of Scrabble, I am addicted to the online Facebook version. I have games going with friends, acquaintances, cashiers at Walgreens, taxi drivers in New York, and one that I arranged between me and a fake email address using the name of Velda. In that game, I’m technically playing against myself, but you’d never know it. Velda is ruthless; she cuts me off at the knees in every game. I’m getting a little tired of playing with her.
 
I was laid off at the end of last year (2 days ago), so I’m going to have a lot of time on my hands. Naturally I’m going to be looking for work (in between Scrabble games), but looking for work now is so different from when I started out in the late 1970s. Today, most of the looking and applying is done online. Back in my youth, I took a year off between high school and college (very trendy in England; it’s called the “gap year”; in the U.S., it’s called the “get a job year”). I still lived with my parents, so every morning, my father would drag me out of bed and either deposit me at a bus stop at 5:30 a.m., or drive me almost into the center of Columbus, Ohio. He thought every experience should be a “character builder,” and “pounding the pavement,” as he called it, was meant to be taken literally. So, he would drop me at the fringe of downtown, usually right off the highway exit—at “Fourth and Nowhere,” as my brother (a later victim of my father’s character building exercises) named it. I don’t know why standing in the middle of exiting traffic was a character builder, but it was certainly an incentive to run fast. Cars in Columbus raced off the exits in those days. Thinking back, I have to wonder why they were in such a rush to get to work. Regardless, I’d be in downtown Columbus before offices and personnel offices (as they were called then) were open. So, McDonalds became my home away from home. It must have been a refuge for numerous pavement pounders, and loiterers, because they had a 20-minute limit on how long you could sit at a table to eat your meal. Fortunately there was a Wendy’s not far away, so after my 20 minutes, I would head over there. Eventually I would get myself over to an office building’s personnel department and take the typing, polygraph, and Breathalyzer tests, only to be told that they’d “be in touch.” Nowadays, you don’t have to leave your house to get rejected. In the old days, if you applied in person, you always received a response in the mail, even if it was a negative one. Today, it’s rare to even have your online application acknowledged. Maybe I’ll take to the pavement after all, and alarm Human Resource people by showing up in their departments unannounced. They probably don’t get that much. I do hope I find something soon, though. The Kansas relatives just found out that I have free time and they want to visit.
 
Happy 2010 everyone! By the way, are we calling it “Twenty-Ten” or “Two Thousand and Ten”? Any thoughts? Enjoy the new decade!
 
 
 
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