My church belongs to this entity called FOCUS, which, among other things, runs a food pantry. Periodically, there is a joint service of the congregations. Usually, I miss the one in early February, because I’m away at a MidWinter’s party Saturday night out of town. But the Wife had an all-day meeting on Saturday, and that rather put the kibosh on that. It was a good service, but it was LONG: at least 100 minutes.
Then the reception afterwards. Continue reading A long Super Bowl Sunday, Philip Seymour Hoffman edition →
I’ve refused to buy a number of products over the years for various reasons: political/economic boycotts for iceberg lettuce, orange juice and the like.
But there have also been commercials out there that have just offended my sensibilities.
One was for a drink mix from Pillsbury called Funny Face, targeted to compete with Kool Aid. Not only did the character on this particular envelope look like a caricature, if memory serves, he also sounded like one. It’s no surprise that the product was replaced by a more generic Choo Choo Cherry a couple years later.
Continue reading Commercially repulsive QUESTION →