Monday, April 20, 2009

Little green book

I started a blog. Then I promptly discarded it. Whoops. Here's for a second try at writing at least weekly. To help, I bought a little green book. I don't know why. It's little, it's green, and was just a few bucks. I realized that I have the thoughts in my head and a computer at home, but the two weren't mixing. Enter little green book.

Do I have this notebook to be a more interesting person? Or to seem like a more interesting person? Does owning little green book even make you seem like a more interesting person? The questions abound.

More (interesting) posts to come.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Snuggie

The Snuggie has become a bit of a phenomenon. Below is the real infomercial for the Snuggie, which revolutionized the infomercial world by airing during somewhat prime time TV slots. The second video shown here is a parody of the first, yet almost not as hysterical as the original:

Real:



Spoof:



Now, everyone knows the Snuggie is either a blanket with sleeves, or, as I like to think of it, a bathrobe one wears backward. Either way, I wanted to post about the Snuggie because despite the ridiculousness of it, every single person I've talked to about it knows what I'm talking about and has admitted he or she wants one.
I happen to believe the Snuggie's popularity lies not in the fact that the commercial airs when people are watching or in the amusing way it's sold, but in the name. Why the hell wouldn't you want something called the Snuggie?

Decisions

The other morning, I stood in front of my closet trying to figure out which jeans to wear and therefore, what shoes to wear. To say that I'm slow in the morning is an understatement, but still, I find myself harping over the small stuff all the time, such as deciding whether to go out on a Friday or what I want off the menu at dinner. I just never can decide.
Then I thought of that pilot, Sully, who decided to crash land a plane on the Hudson river in a split second and saved everyone's life. If he can do it, I thought, so can I. I grabbed the dark-washed Lucky jeans with boots (after all, it was snowing). There, that wasn't so hard. I'll have to remember Sully the next time I'm paralyzed deciding between honey mustard or honey dijon on my sandwich.