United Colors of Benetton, sorta
My walk to the train sometimes takes me past Benetton, the united colors of which seem dubious. Every outfit in the window is gray or black. I mean, just saying.
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My walk to the train sometimes takes me past Benetton, the united colors of which seem dubious. Every outfit in the window is gray or black. I mean, just saying.
Look, man, how you gonna send me — on the same day — some junk mail to open a checking account and a 1099 statement breaking down my annual interest.
To quote the commercial: Are you for real?
Attn: Direct mail professionals. This one’s eaaasy pickins.
Before you send me an electronic bill, make sure your fucking website is working. This is what happened when I clicked Make Payment:

This goes for you too, Comcast. That Web2.0ish site don’t impress me if it don’t work.
Wow. I am bad. I thought that maybe, just maybe, at age 25, I’d be able to pull this off. Sure, I couldn’t roller skate as a kid. Sure, I couldn’t ski. Sure, I couldn’t rollerblade. Sure, I couldn’t do a headstand in high school P.E., despite trying for 3 weeks.
I thought, you know, the balance thing might have improved.
It hasn’t.
Well, at least the scene at Millenium Park is beautiful. I can’t think of a much grander backdrop.
New poll. Which commercial is worse: DirecTV’s or Chevy’s?
DirecTV:
Chevy:
Which commercial is worse: DirecTV's or Chevy's?
Total Votes: 80
Placeholder for next year: Alcoholic drinks that incorporate eggnog. This is a to-do.