Commercials I Simply Do Not Grok

[Wednesday]

So work sucked and I felt sick so I came home and eventually,
after staring straight ahead and listening to mp3s and baking
puff pastry with nothing on it because it seemed like a good
idea at the time, I started watching tapes of raw Sailor Moon
(Stars, the episode where the Three Lights turn up and Mamoru
gets blasted, oh shucky darn), with commercials, and I'm quite
sure that this state of mind was not appropriate for such a
thing.

Because, I mean, I admit, I'm not all that clued about
what kind of stuff would spawn the kind of mind that would
think up a commercial in bright orange with two guys, one
looking suspiciously like Jungle DJ Towa Towa Tei (formerly
of Deee-Lite) between the glasses and the cheekbones,
albeit with a pointier chin, sliding down a maze and singing
while eating things that look way too much like goldfish
crackers, and then sliding off the end and landing (non-Towa)
on a drippy red candle and a cat'o'nine which hit him
and (Towa) smack dab in the nostrils on an electrical prongy
pluggy thing which get him electrocuted, then proudly
displaying a happy fish on some ramenny stuff and the two
guys again as angels shaped like the letter M and singing
mo-ri-na-GA! in really strained, comical voices.

Which, I must say, is why I think I need some coedine now.
--
umi is psycho. wedn...@chiark.greenend.org.uk

[Eric Sturgeon]

Those Japanese advertisers. They're wacky. Have some codeine.

Stirge