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ONE OF THOSE MISCELLANY POSTS
Oct. 8th, 2007 10:26 pm* Happy anniversary to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
janeg and phillip2637!
* Haven't updated the Land O'Ledley for awhile. Busier week than usual at The Company, and this weekend has included calling hours and a funeral for a friend of the family. Lucy was a friend of pretty much everybody, touching many lives in her 86 years, as evidenced by the turnout at the funeral -- there were people standing along the back wall and out in the foyer. It turns out she was buried in the same cemetery as my father, so I was able to spend a few moments at his gravesite. I don't visit there often, though it's only a 40-minute drive; the gravesite is merely the home of what was his body, and that's not him, not anymore. When I think of my dad, it's with appreciation for the time we had with him, and happiness that he's where he wanted to be, in the nearer presence of Jesus, the Christ he trusted for salvation and sustenance, reunited with his loved ones, and with his physical limitations (and in his later years, they were sizable) gone. It's much the same with Lucy.
* There's a series of commercials that are kinda creeping me out. They center around this strange, middle-aged man -- who was morphed from just clueless in the first one to neurotic/borderline psychotic in the more recent. In the first one, he's at a school reunion with Cal Ripken Jr. -- for those who don't follow baseball, he was a major star of the 1980s and 90s, in a career with the Balitmore Orioles -- and is completely oblivious to Ripken's fame. ("Well, I've been playing baseball." "Where was that, Jamaica?") In each successive commercial, this guy's gotten a little creepier; in the most recent one, he's giving two acquaintances pillows and insisting, in a manic-depressive, almost menacing manner, that they "enjoy them."
Why do I mention this? Only to note that, unlike other annoying commercials, this series is completely unsuccessful, at least for me: I can't recall for the life of me what the product is. Someone might hate the 4 million Geico commercials, but at least there's a definite branding there -- everybody associates them with the name "Geico." (Having the gecko helps.) But I have no idea what Creepy Clueless Guy is selling. (Heh. I'll feel silly if it's Geico.)
* Speaking of baseball, as I briefly was ... R.E. the Red Sox's sweep of the Angels: Yay!
Nothing more to say tonight. Good evening, all.
Sounds & Images: Tonight's ALCS game (Cleveland-N.Y.)
State O'Mind: Content
janeg and phillip2637!* Haven't updated the Land O'Ledley for awhile. Busier week than usual at The Company, and this weekend has included calling hours and a funeral for a friend of the family. Lucy was a friend of pretty much everybody, touching many lives in her 86 years, as evidenced by the turnout at the funeral -- there were people standing along the back wall and out in the foyer. It turns out she was buried in the same cemetery as my father, so I was able to spend a few moments at his gravesite. I don't visit there often, though it's only a 40-minute drive; the gravesite is merely the home of what was his body, and that's not him, not anymore. When I think of my dad, it's with appreciation for the time we had with him, and happiness that he's where he wanted to be, in the nearer presence of Jesus, the Christ he trusted for salvation and sustenance, reunited with his loved ones, and with his physical limitations (and in his later years, they were sizable) gone. It's much the same with Lucy.
* There's a series of commercials that are kinda creeping me out. They center around this strange, middle-aged man -- who was morphed from just clueless in the first one to neurotic/borderline psychotic in the more recent. In the first one, he's at a school reunion with Cal Ripken Jr. -- for those who don't follow baseball, he was a major star of the 1980s and 90s, in a career with the Balitmore Orioles -- and is completely oblivious to Ripken's fame. ("Well, I've been playing baseball." "Where was that, Jamaica?") In each successive commercial, this guy's gotten a little creepier; in the most recent one, he's giving two acquaintances pillows and insisting, in a manic-depressive, almost menacing manner, that they "enjoy them."
Why do I mention this? Only to note that, unlike other annoying commercials, this series is completely unsuccessful, at least for me: I can't recall for the life of me what the product is. Someone might hate the 4 million Geico commercials, but at least there's a definite branding there -- everybody associates them with the name "Geico." (Having the gecko helps.) But I have no idea what Creepy Clueless Guy is selling. (Heh. I'll feel silly if it's Geico.)
* Speaking of baseball, as I briefly was ... R.E. the Red Sox's sweep of the Angels: Yay!
Nothing more to say tonight. Good evening, all.
Sounds & Images: Tonight's ALCS game (Cleveland-N.Y.)
State O'Mind: Content
