Saturday, December 31, 2005

Stop. Hummer time.

There is a very strange commercial on TV right now. It's for Hummers and has a Christmas theme. A yule log DVD is playing on the backseat DVD players. The driver is a handsome young man wearing a Santa hat. The girls in the backseats are wearing tinsel garlands and playfully swatting each other with said garlands. But here's the clincher -- the part that makes this commercial so weird and a little creepy -- wait for it, wait for it... One of the passengers is wearing a mascot-type Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer costume.

Does anyone else find this strange? My friends and I never never NEVER EVER wear mascot-type costumes for non-Halloween events. Never. Why? Because it's weird. WEIRD. You might think that someone at Hummer, Inc. participating in the production and subsequent airing of this commercial would have said, "You know, guys, a young twenty-something riding in the backseat of a Hummer wearing a full-body Rudolph costume isn't normal. It's kinda weird. Maybe it's a little funny to some, but creepy to most. I don't really think that we should do this commercial." But, no. It would seem that no one said any such thing. Or if someone did, he/she was squashed like a bug. "No, no, you fool. You are completely off-base. People want to see young twenty-somethings being creepy. People will buy our overpriced ugly tank-like trucks because of Rudolph."


Friday, December 30, 2005

Chanukah = awesome.

So, last night, I celebrated Chanukah for the first time. Ever. You may be saying to yourselves, "Why, Bekah, why did you celebrate a Jewish holiday, when you aren't Jewish?" The answer is simple: the excuse to eat starchy foods, gamble a little, drink a beer called "Hebrew" (I'm not making this up.), and end with some chocolate in the shape of gold coins. The moral of the story is that I've learned that I like latkes. And they're easy to make, which is always a plus. "Hebrew" isn't half bad, either.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

New Camera!

Because Santa brought me a new digital camera, I have new pictures to share. Here's a keeper:

Friday, December 23, 2005


So... It is now, officially, the holiday season. In less than 90 minutes, I am leaving work to get in my car, in which I will sit (picking my nose, listening to Mahler loudly, talking to the dog, and staring at other drivers doing the same) for several hours to move a mere 30 miles. Happy holidays to me.

I have been out of it. Completely out of it. I confess to not having finished my shopping as of yet -- two days before Christmas. I'm sorry the folks on my list who, barring any holiday miracles, won't receive their presents until after Christmas. I'm a terrible friend... especially when it comes to promptness in gift-giving. And card sending. I've just given up on card sending. Forget it. If I write out a card in 2006, you'll be lucky if you get it by 2008.

In short, this is what the holidays mean to me: sitting in traffic and reminders of my forgetfulness. Well... traffic, my forgetfulness, and freshly baked cookies.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Mickey Mouse and Bananas

Today I learned -- courtesy of The New York Times -- that the food industry is trying to make fruits and vegetables more appealing to kids. Obesity is climbing to record heights. The solution: slap Mickey Mouse on the foods you want kids to eat.

While I think this is a great start, I also think that there are several problems. It's hard to put packaging on "pre-packaged" foods like bananas, oranges, etc. Those wimpy little stickers -- like the Chiquita Banana girl or Dole ones -- fall off or go unnoticed. Not to mention that shrink wrapping fruit means that shoppers can't check the fruit's freshness. Besides, kids who are already hooked on delicious processed food (such as Oreo double-stuff cookies) aren't going to make the shift to fruit if their parents are still buying Oreos.

It's hopeless. I'm glad I'm not a fat kid growing up today.

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