Sly Cows, Cannibal Turtles And Finding Religion In My Breakfast.

I wonder if anyone else watched this advert for Kellogg’s Mini Wheats. It has this Mini Wheat listening to his dad while there is a [human] kid in the background getting ready for breakfast. The dad tells his Mini Wheat child about how he is special and healthy, high in fibre and how he is perfect for kids because he is smaller. All this time the Mini Wheat is getting excited and pumped at how awesome he is if eaten. The Ad ends with the [human] mom smiling and picking up the box while the Mini Wheat and his dad cheer.

I honestly didn’t even try to over analyse that. I literally LOL’d at how subliminally grim that was. Looking past the colors and tunes it’s a dad getting his kid pumped up about being consumed. There is this other advertisement about this turtle shaped chocolate and the catchphrase is delivered by a fancy turtle going “Mmmm, I love turtles.” Really? How does that not whisper cannibalism to some degree. I think ‘Chick-Fil-A’ has nailed the logical aspect to their marketing. They deal solely in chicken products, most popularly burgers, so who do they have as a mascot? Not a chicken, but cows. It’s a variety of billboards featuring cows telling people not to eat their own kind [beef] and have chicken instead. Brilliant.

Then again I guess everybody’s gotta do what they gotta do, and that applies to breakfast cereal and chocolate turtles alike. But for a moment there I thought I saw an Abraham’s Sacrifice analogy in that Mini Wheats commercial.

Dreams Of Suicide And Installing A New Soul.

I was watching this film called Battle Royale. It’s about a cruel regime in Japan that places a class of school kids in an island who have to kill each other. Winner is the last one standing. Amidst the scenes of kids killing their friends I was drawn to contemplating about death.

I dream every night. I love it. It’s like watching a movie while sleeping. [Fun Fact: A dream lasts about an average of 15-20 minutes but one can have multiple dreams during the entire duration of the night] However on very, very rare instances I end up with dreamless sleep and that is annoying as hell. It feels like time skipped between when I fell asleep and when I woke up. So for me it’s like I didn’t spend any time asleep, like it’s a scene in a film that just cut to the morning shot. Coming back to death. I obviously put myself in the situation the kids were put in the film, specifically one kid who finds a gun. I immediately decided I would commit suicide, not because I’m lame that way but (1) otherwise I would be placed in a situation where I would have to kill a buddy or he/she would have to kill me, I don’t want to put anyone in that awkward situation and (2) I’m forever plagued with the need to know about the afterlife. And then I thought what if when I actually kill myself, lets say gun to the mouth, (it helps my point) that moment of life ending is like the moment I fall asleep, and then the next instance I’m born somewhere else, (waking up) in some other time, place or dimension. What if afterlife is like a dreamless sleep.

I’m not saying that I do or do not subscribe to the idea of reincarnation. I’m just wondering where I came from. Not physically, that’s pretty much taught in school, I was a sperm, and I won the race, (only race I ever won) but me as in, for the lack of a better term, a soul. Who installed that into this head of mine, the thing that has thoughts, decisions and ideas (much like the current one) and where was it kept before the installation? I guess I can appreciate why people believe in a religion, it’s probably comforting to have answers to things, and as long as one has faith in them, it’s no one else’s business. But I’m not religious in the least and these things bug me sometimes.

Also what is amazing is how fast thoughts work, cause all of the above probably happened in a couple of seconds while that kid was still wondering what to do with the gun.

Identical Jeans, Comfortable Lies And Nine Years Of Bad Luck.

Going through my fourth or fifth cycle of watching all seasons of Community I returned to the first episode where Britta tells Jeff that the only thing she can’t accept is a person lying to her. Thinking back, this is pretty much a staple as a deal breaker among people in television. It’s pretty common for people to be tolerant towards pretty much everything except being lied to. I get that, I mean on paper it seems legit to not be lied to by a loved one, but i don’t think it really applies as a universal principle.

Humans a fragile fucking people. We are constantly lied to, and we want to be lied to. Advertisements lie to us constantly. People want to believe that that cream will make your girlfriends envy you, or that deodorant will have women diving into your pants. Buts that’s materialistic. Our friends lie to us, and we know it. When my best friend broke up with his girl, she was immediately downgraded to ‘bitch’. I didn’t care what happened but she was wrong and that was that. When they got back together *eye-roll* we were all good with it. We said they just had a bad patch and “shit happens”. Both of us were in on the fact that I was lying to my friend. What about when you tell your girlfriend that that dress looks awesome when you have no idea how it’s different from the one she just changed out of. Or worse, Jeans! All jeans are identical to me except for the color. We lie about enjoying someone’s company, or about appreciating someone’s achievement to mask our jealousy. We lie about enjoying the same things as our crush, or blame our absence/ incomplete work at an imaginary reason.

I think if we weren’t lied to, then the world would be a miserable place. Sometimes I wonder if technology achieved the ability to read minds then there would probably be widespread chaos. Your boss would know it wasn’t your grandma’s funeral, your teacher would know that you don’t even have a dog, and neither does your neighbor. Your wife would know that she does look fat in those jeans, government diplomats would see right through their international counterparts and restaurant servers would never get tips. I know that TV characters mean a much more severe kind of lie but I think it eventually gets generalized.

I, for one, am glad that we’re lied to because I’m pretty sure for the last 9 years my best friend’s parents feel I’ve been a terrible influence. I’m glad for their sake too because the quiet, polite boy they see at the dinner table is not the same person I meet outside.

Perfume Formulas, Momentary Dyslexia And Grammar Is Cheap.

Dwelling on some Television stuff, what’s the deal with Perfume advertisements anyway? Cinematography-wise speaking they’re usually the best looking adverts with their sepia hues and their bokeh filters, but I doubt they’re going for a solid message in them. My take on the formula of a fragrance ad:

A heavy film score that produces ambiance. Item 1 – a usually attractive model/celebrity + Item 2 – (one or more) expensive article(s) – a vintage sports car, a mansion, a horse or a boat.

Item 1 hovers around item 2 and then realizes they are being pursued (?) This portion of the film involves physical activity. Running in narrow corridors, sticking to the wall, or appearing to be underwater while on dry land (à la the Oracle from 300). At this point Item 1 probably meets up with their pursuer who turns out to be what they was running towards, and not away from, all along.

Then an extreme close-up of item 1’s face while they fail to keep their awesome hair under control. There is a portion of their partner’s face that it slightly visible. They then pronounce the name of the fragrance in a favorable accent.

Finally the screen blacks out and the name of the brand is spelled, which the consumer is probably glad for because the spelling and the pronunciation do Not complement each other. On the lines of (insert sensual voice) “Passion by Idknorkwt” or “Fear by Bxdevvupl” 

I was in a mall in Dubai one day and saw a store called BCBGMAXAZRIA. When I saw that, I was pretty sure I was having a stroke. Now I’m sure many of you know that brand and my cousin eventually told me it’s pronounced BCBG Max Azria. I think the more unpronounceable the name, the more expensive it gets. Figures, after all I never had any trouble pronouncing Wal-Mart.

Philosophical Zombies, Lethal Laundry and Inspiration From The Uninspired.

Of course all of us want a Zombie Apocalypse. But how many of us would actually survive it? I do love me some of that Zombie media (although was it just me or was the acting in Season II of ‘The Walking Dead’ just retarded? I mean did they get Actual zombies to act? – But I digress) and all that is slightly dead, or slightly alive, depending on your philosophy.

I was speaking to a friend who shares my interest, and frankly my hopes, of a Zombie Outbreak. However, what are the odds that we aren’t the heroes of this movie and we get bit immediately, in the laundromat. Or worse, what if we don’t get the opportunity to even try? What if we just inhale the virus or break out in a green rash? How much of an anti-climax would that be? No teeth marks or awesome scratch marks for you, no sir, you got this way because you shared the subway with a guy who cuts the meat at the superstore.

How short would a movie be about that guy?

But I believe I am a realist/borderline optimist [cue inspirational music] and that’s why while I don’t claim that I will be one of the eight remarkably diverse members of the survivors team, I do believe that when shit goes down, I will at least get jumped by no less than 4 zombies while trying to block the shed door, or get unnecessarily shot during crossfire, or yell heroically while pinned under a car because I am simultaneously being consumed (also the yelling is attracting more of them). And the reason I sleep with a baseball bat next to my bed is not because I love the sport, – no! I am just terrible at sports in general –  but because I believe and hope that one day we shall have a Zombie outbreak – and that I’ll play a marginal role in it.

How I Hate That Lily.

May Contain Minor Spoilers. This list is very specific in how it’s just about one character from the TV sitcom, How I Met Your Mother. Also I Should Confess I Don’t Really Hate Lily, The Title Just Sounded Better Like This.

As a great lover of television comedies, I’ve come to the sad realisation that I really really do not like Lily Aldrin, from ‘How I Met Your Mother’. I like to keep TV shows on Netflix while I’m on the PS3 and I prefer to put one’s that I’ve watched already, (30 Rock, The League, Workaholics, Portlandia, Top Gear UK, Archer, Ugly Americans, Community, The Boondocks etc.) After all my favorites had done their 3rd or 4th complete run-through I decided with ‘HIMYM’ and this time through I just despise Lily. Here goes, my very first rant on how a fictional character is interfering and manipulative…be warned, this is a very selective list, and just reflects a random guy’s opinions. (The random guy in this scenario being me. Subtle clarifications)

1. She leaves Marshall to pursue her art, which is awesome, but she doesn’t even tell Marshall, who is in the dark for over 2 months.

2. One Christmas episode after she returns and all is well, Ted and Lily find an old message from Ted to Marshall where he’s trying to make his buddy feel better and rightfully bags on their ‘mutual enemy’ Lily by calling her a ‘Grinch’. [HIMYM censorship here, I doubt the word is bitch cause they use that all the time]. Lily promptly takes away all the Christmas decorations to her apartment until Ted apologizes. The worst bit is that the decorations are more for Marshall than anyone else and everybody knows that. So it’s like she’s threatening Ted by putting something dear to Marshall on the line. That seems pretty Grinchy. Also why should Ted apologize in the first place. I’d side with my best friend (and I have sided and been sided many times) no matter what.

3. ‘The Front-Porch Theory’: Lily’s theory of when Marshall, Lily, Ted and Ted’s significant other grow old, how they will sit on their front porch and talk of their yesteryear. It is later revealed that Lily has systematically manipulated each and every one of Ted’s girlfriend’s, causing a break-up, including Robin, just because she didn’t approve of them as contenders for ‘The Front-Porch Theory’.

4. She breaks her friendship with Robin, [temporarily] because Robin does not like children and she did not want to be around her even though she was not even close to being pregnant yet.

In conclusion I should agree that there always has to be a balance of characters in any story-telling medium. And then again, she’s pretty hot.