Everybody’s seen the Dr. Scholl’s commercial where two guys ask each other if they are “Gellin'” after being involved in a minor car accident. After each notices that the other man is very laid-back, one says to the other, “You must be gellin’.” The other man replies, “Gellin’ like a felon.” However, Dr. Scholl’s apparently doesn’t want their product to be associated with comfortably-shod prisoners and has changed his remark to “Gellin’ like Magellan.” It just serves to make the commercial even more laughably unfunny than it was before their little bout of political-correctness.
Category: Observations
Disgusting Pedestrians
Annie and I were sitting on her front porch last night around midnight when we saw something rather disgusting. A drunk individual was walking down the sidewalk across the street—we aren’t sure if it was male or female, it was that ambiguous—when said individual grabbed the upper part of its T-shirt and blew its nose in the T-shirt! I mean, my God, what is wrong with these people? A more disturbing question might be: is it too late? Has it already bred with other classy specimens?
Ice Cream and Orchids
Yesterday, Annie and I walked up to Our Lady’s Parish Festival for some ice cream and heard something very wrong when we arrived. Pumping out of the DJ’s speakers was Nelly’s Hot in Herre. As in, “It’s getting hot in here, So take off all your clothes…” Yeah, that seems appropriate for a parish block party.
Later, we rented Adaptation starring Nicholas Cage. I really liked it, in part because it was one of the strangest/most original movies I’ve ever seen and partly because its subject matter focused on the joys and pains of writing. I can’t help but identify with the character of Charlie as he justifies all of the reasons why he’s putting off actually writing something. The stream of consciousness voice-over is wonderfully used in the movie to detail the weird workings of Charlie’s mind as well as a running commentary on the bizarre nature of the screenplay itself.
Interstate Crazies
I went to Lowes today to pick up something for my dad and saw something really bizarre on the way home. It was a Subaru Outback with its front and back windshield wipers turned on. That’s not strange except for the fact that it wasn’t raining! The driver wasn’t just cleaning the windows either; I was traveling alongside them or behind them for about two miles on the Interstate. By the time I exited, he turned off the front wipers, but the back one was still happily cleaning a dry window. C-razy Subaru drivers.