Today Is Not About Football!

Apparently it's all about commercials.

I read an article this morning about how this economic climate may effect [yup, you guessed it,] the Super Bowl ads and possibly even the half-time show. Where else can one spend almost 2.6 million dollars on thirty seconds? Oh my dear lord, in this economy where I can only afford ketchup packets and used pillow cases, what are the mega-corporations going to do for the Super Bowl?

Bra ad?: Nope! Beer ad?: Wrong. Buy Cheerios. NOWWWW.

What will they do? How are they going to tell me what soft drink to mercilessly inject into myself for the next year? I need talking animals selling me candies and booze! Where are the bikinis? What do you mean no bikinis? I might as well just kill myself and my family during the first quarter. Go Saints.

Oh, here is one of my all time favorite commercials from la Super Bowl. I think it was from two or so years ago, but it got pulled right after it aired - they never showed it again. I had no idea Robot Suicide was that ballsy. Who needs political correctness?



And then there is this one: again, not that funny, but something about Robert Goulet crawling on the ceiling just gave me nightmares for the rest of the month.



Enjoy the game - watch the commercials - buy buy, sell sell. Be a good consumer. Capitalism is alive and well, [today at least.] Big bro is watching you. He is also rooting for the Colts. Fuck him.