RSS Feed
Blogger Profile
Contact kaf at
kafkascampi at gmail dot com
listens:
reads:
Cormac McCarthy - The Road
views:
Sunshine
Tony Takitani
Jigoku
archivey goodness:
Technorati
Profile
not my things:
not my sites:
blogflicker
defective yeti
waxy
izzlepfaff
torrez
telescreen
evil twin theory
dong resin
sankey
pretentious hack
cardhouse
cheesedip
eeksypeeksy
ego-ideal
tremble
sparkwood & 21
|
Can we stop it with the talking babies?
Talking babies aren't funny. They aren't cute. They're even less cute if they're wearing those "Risky Business" sunglasses. Or singing. Or wearing a bowler hat. That really sucks too. Well, maybe the hat is OK. But not if they're talking too. No deal.
I know it's the easy way out, ad guy. You've got a deadline and you just panic. You're going to get fired and you just just blurt out "Talking Baby!!" And the deal is done. You've damned us to another spot with the talking baby.
Nothing is worse than the talking baby. Except two talking babies. You know, one of them's a boy and one's a girl? And they're flirting with each other? All wrong.
It's just freaky. So stop it.
And another thing here, while I'm on a roll. The feathered-hair girl lip-synching the words to a Foghat song on, like, every single damn Classic Rock Radio Station commerical ever in the history of recorded time? Enough!
The seed has been planted. "Live Like a Refugee" is inexorably bonded with the air guitar and lip synching thing. Come up with something else, for god's sake!
posted by
kafkaesque @
8:15 PM
|
Wednesday, August 21, 2002 |
|
|
