Absolute Best Super Bowl Commerical

I HATE COMMERCIALS

...however, this is a pretty good one.

Volkswagen: The Force @ Yahoo! Video

This incorporates everything that makes for a good commercial: a cute kid, a dog, knowing parents, a good story, popular music, smart and no hammering the audience with the product. Now compare this with the worst commercials, which consists of about the other 99% on TV. Again, resist watching them, they suck your IQ. Do a crossword, play with a DS, exercise, pet the dog - kick the cat, do anything except sit and watch occipital cell-numbing, Madison Avenue BS that thinks you are 8 year- olds.

Another good one at the moment is that one where the dog is trying to find a safe place for his bone. The background music is "Trouble". Clever and funny, although how successful can it be if I don't know what they are trying to sell me?

The worst are the Burger King commercials, especially those that have the dancing townspeople waltzing down main street singing a jingle. Stupid, insipid, pandering, demeaning and has the intelligence quotient of a blood-sucking leech. But let's not forget the creepy, demonic, mindlessness of the Burger King king, himself. Complete with royal robes and a horror-film mask, my God, who is the company that puts out this trash. Actually, this makes me want to NOT go to Burger King.

No, loyal readers, rise up against this infiltration of your brain. Do not go gentle into that bad ad. Do not turn your life over to the folks that want to fill your mind with mush. Rebel against the deus ex machina that Madison Avenue wants you to believe will alter your life significantly. I'm not railing against products like Tide, or gold coins, or McDonalds, or winged tampons, attorney firms, Lowe's or an iPad. I just think the 15 or so minutes every hour of tee vee viewing is way to much time to watch mindless ads.

Alright class, let's summarize: don't waste your life watching commercials and everyone start a blog (huh? How'd that get in there?).

And I so so want an iPad. That really would alter my life significantly.

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