Taking a shower the other day, I realized I just had to tell you about my OXO Good Grips Shower Caddy. I love it!
Does your shower caddy slip and fall off? The OXO Good Grips Shower Caddy never does!
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Taking a shower the other day, I realized I just had to tell you about my OXO Good Grips Shower Caddy. I love it!
Does your shower caddy slip and fall off? The OXO Good Grips Shower Caddy never does!
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You may not know this about me, but I am a huge fan of Days of Our Lives. I’ve watched the show since I was in high school, and am lucky to have witnessed Marlena’s head spinning and projectile vomiting a la The Exorcist when she was possessed by the devil, numerous serial killers and that time that Jack and Jennifer pushed some guy in that vat of acid (not really clear on the details there). According to my high school boyfriend, there was a time that I gave up Days of Our Lives (!!!) but I have no memory of that.
Somewhere along the line, my father started subscribing to Soap Opera Digest for me (I think he gets them for free), which is an excellent addition to my life. It is because of this excellent addition to my life that I have this awesome gem to share with you:
Yes, this cat that looks like a long-haired version of the Guster is staring at a giant litter scooper in the sky. Yes, the giant litter scooper in the sky is holding a purple blob that looks like a hybrid of Meatwad and a Teletubbie giving us what might be a thumbs up.
If that cat were anything like the Guster instead of just looking a little like him, he would have run screaming. He also wouldn’t even be on the moon because he’s not really allowed outside of house, even though he’s been embarking on a few sordid outside adventures of late (part one, part two).
Yet, here this cat is, staring–seemingly in awe–at this scooper and scoop-character (I think we’re supposed to believe his name is Clumpy) in the sky.
Lots of ads are weird and random so let’s forgive this part. It turns out if you look at the lower right hand corner, this is not an ad for a movie that no one in their right minds would want to see, but an ad for Scoop Away brand cat litter. OK, it’s an ad for cat litter.
Have you ever seen a cat poop? I think that most of us have, and for those of us who haven’t, it’s a lot like a little dog poop, which is somewhat like a little human poop. It looks nothing like Meatwad, and only nominally like a Teletubbie. They are not purple, they do not have eyes, and they are not shaped like a biscuit. Is this ad telling us that if we use the Scoop Away brand cat litter (which, btw, is terrible and horrible for the environment, though nothing compared to the BP oil spill), our cat’s poops will turn into little purple biscuit-shaped poops and fly away into space? Cause that would be pretty awesome, but a rather bitter pill to swallow, if you know what I mean (or if I even know what I mean, which is that it would be hard to swallow).
It turns out, if you visit www.scoopaway.com, as this ad urges you to, there are indeed movies–almost adventures–starring Clumpy. They all have the same general story line–Clumpy stays together while his counterpart falls apart, be it while lifting weights at the gym (while flirting–mind you–with a yellow clump of cat poo), catching rays at the beach or scaling the Alps. OK, Scoop Away brand cat litter, you got me to look at your website. I stared, transfixed in horror, at these elaborate scenes you probably hope will go viral and somehow increase your hold on the demographic of soap-opera-watching-cat-loving women who all share the same general distaste for litter box cleaning. You win. I’m even helping you by drawing attention on the Internets to your misguided attempt at viral marketing. But be warned: I predict a class action lawsuit on behalf of American housewives and other soap opera addicts who will soon find themselves haunted by these smiling purple cat poops in the sky.
Today I was surfing the internets as one does, and came across an article in consumerist about a mystery fee that Comcast apparently leverages on customers in order to have the customers contact them and complain. Apparently the fee is only leveraged on accounts whose initial offer of discounted prices has expired. If I understand it correctly, it’s a flag for the customer support representative so they will know to raise that person’s monthly cost.
So this raises all sorts of red flags about Comcast as a company. With all the money Comcast is making, why aren’t they keeping better track of the people’s whose initial offers expired? From a business perspective that’s just ludicrous. I’ve myself had to call about mystery charges of minimal amounts (though they never raised the price of my service as a result). I can’t stand how they waste their money on direct mail advertising to me, someone who is already their customer (for internet anyway).
All these thoughts ran through my mind today when I read that article, but the main one that stuck was: The Daily Show might be back from vacation*, Mad Men is going to start soon, and we have spent weeks mulling over and still haven’t picked a cable option!
I read the article, then turned to Will, and said, “Why don’t we just go with Comcast since we already have their internet set up and the $99 initial offer is one of the better ones we have been considering?”
He agreed, and I called Comcast, had a five minute conversation with the costumer service rep and wound up with an appointment for the technician to come out Friday at 7:30 am. I couldn’t resist sneaking in a quip about the lack of other options, which I know will get me nowhere in finding a local business with reputable values to support.
Apparently I am terrifyingly proof that all PR is good PR.
*We know we can watch the Daily Show online, FYI. We like the tv better, ok?
stress relief tea,
you stress me out.
I’m always worried
that I might run out.
My sister got me the best birthday present ever. It’s a “Now you can find it” wireless locating system. I attach these little pagers to my phone and keys and such, and then press a button on the locator panel, the little pagers ring, and I track down my phone in a fraction of the time it once took. It’s seriously useful, especially for me.
But now I’m away, the locator panel left at home, and I’m stuck searching the car, my bag and the hotel room for my keys. And my cell phone is long distance, so I can’t even call it from the hotel phone. I’ve learned my lesson–I’m never leaving that locator panel at home again. I better not lose it though. Sharper Image doesn’t sell replacement locator panels, but they do sell replacement little pagers in case you misplace one. They aren’t cheap though; it’s lucky I still have my locator panel so I can find mine. Even if it is at home.
Everytime I shave with my new Gillette Venus razor, I involuntarily hear, “I’m your Venus, I’m your fire, your desire!” And I think that ultimately it does make me feel more desirable.