After a long, cold night that lasted into late morning, it's almost time to get down to work.
But at the moment, I'm held hostage by a hangover and bad TV.
I've watched commercials with dancing pretzels, a pale weenie who impresses the value of booking stress-free vacations while hiding, half-undressed, under the bed of a married woman, while her bat-wielding husband tears the room apart. A football player who being interviewed by a sportscaster, interprets every question as being about his fabulous Pert Plus hair, and a lesser chicken, who in an attempt to be fit for Mary's 2 hr. Marinated Chicken Breasts, sits in a bath all day.
Is this senselessness what it takes to cut through the clutter? I have no idea.Agreed, ridiculous can be great - skittles has proven that again and again. But they're so far out there, so absurd, that you don't even try to make sense of what you're seeing. You just go along for the ride and enjoy the ever-loving shit out of it, because hey, funny is funny.
If you can eliminate the desire for analysis, you may just have a great absurd spot. Leave it open to question or reason and all the imperfections in its logic become glaringly obvious.
At least I think.
But I'm just a rollerskating monkey in a giant foam cowboy hat trying to sell you spreadable bacon. What do I know?
