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It’s about books

Is it just me…

…or is the new jingle for KFC (what used to known back in the unhealthy fried food era as Kentucky Fried Chicken) about the wimpiest thing ever set to music? G-double-O-Dee Good. The little quivery voice. Makes me want to pick up a napkin and wipe off the cooking oil. Do they test market these things?

Maybe it’s just me.

On the other hand, there are works of art like the Traveler’s Insurance ad that has a worried dog moving his bone from place to place, ducking out of sight from other dogs while carrying it to a safety deposit box, until finally resting easily with it under the traveler’s umbrella of protection. Makes ya want to call up an agent for a peace of mind policy.

Or maybe that’s just me.

It’s something how television commercials reflect life in general. Count how make spots have to do with cell phones or coverage plans. There aren’t more commercial minutes in a day. Something isn’t being advertised anymore that allows the extra minutes to promote the device that dominates our very lives these days. What’s missing? (without stating the obvious like Royal typewriters…)

I like to try to identify the voices behind the ads. Denis Leary on Ford Trucks. Morgan Freeman on about a half-dozen commercials. I thought I was pretty good at it until I ran across this quiz:

Close X

Maybe you’ll do better than I did.

Then, there are those ads that get personal:

Is Your Name Famous?

Techno-trash

No, it isn’t a new German electronic music-fusion. It is the output of the sinister new time-waster. Anyone tending a blog that offers the readers an opportunity to leave a written comment will find droppings such as this one, waiting in the electronic mailbox:

I can imagine hard do the job it has to happen to be necessary to study with this write-up. Just about all what i can tell is definitely preserve submitting these kinds of posting of course you like that.

This one is actually a little more coherent than others.

I love the names of the supposed comment-leavers, people like Dorothy Spoodlepuppy and Lorian Gagglesnacket. I’m thinking I should keep them on file and work them in to a Charles Dickens type novel.

“I can imagine hard do the job,” said Dorothy Spoodlepuppy, sighing as she tapped at the keyboard. “It has to happen to be necessary to study with this write up.”

“Right on,” answered Lorian, the cheerful son of Mrs. Gagglesnacket.

Each morning I spend a little time taking out the electronic trash. It’s the equivalent of garbage disposal. I push the delete key and – whirrwhisk! – the stuff is gone, probably reduced to microscopic electronic shavings that will one day clutter the bottom of my laptop.

I Googled (I am a language purist, but I have embraced the addition of this verb) blog-spamming and found that it is apparently an attempt to draw the attention of search engines (such as Google) to have a website ranked higher in search results.

Extra traffic to the website would be a good thing. Maybe I need to change my name to Aloysius Babblebum and dive into the blog-commenting.

Discover your inner Dickens with a book of names (shameless self-promotion):

Is your Name Famous?

Bye-bye!

It seems we hardly knew ye! Last full day of summer today. BAM! Just like that, summer is here and gone. Now, the intermittant car air conditioner can cure itself miraculously and I’ll have a full winter of frosty cold air blowing at me. Delicious!

I’m trying to remember the cold weather. We weren’t wishing for summer then, were we? Do we always want what isn’t readily available?

Nah.

I remember sitting at a cafe table outside in Colorado Springs some years ago, late summer and maybe seventy-something degrees, not a mosquito, gnat, or horsefly in sight, thinking “this is as good as it gets.” Of course, I don’t live in Colorado Springs, so maybe I was wanting what wasn’t readily available after all.

It’s good to look for the greener grass. (Unless you’re a dog owner walking in your back yard, in which case that lush area may have footwear implications.) Nothing wrong with wanting the better life. A comfort zone. Security. Freedom.

We don’t want to miss the garden on this side of the fence though. One of my favorites is looking up at the clouds over the Oklahoma skies and recalling how they sometimes look just like the arrangements over the Caribbean. So beautiful there, because it is foreign and exotic.

I’m looking for something special close to home today. A thing that is world-class special, and located right here in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma.

Bet I find it before a few hours are out.

Look through new eyes!

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