Jeep is still trying to get some mileage (no pun intended) from the dim memory of it being a uniquely American product known for it's reliability and toughness. Never mind that the brand has been owned by Stellantis- a Dutch company- for more than a decade now and nobody who knows anything about cars thinks that anything carrying the Jeep brand built after 2016 is worth anywhere near the sticker price.
Not sure why Stellantis thought it was a good idea to show it's latest garbage falling apart while traveling at high speeds, but I'll give points for accuracy, anyway. Current Jeep owners will certainly recognize the parts in the exploded view- it's what they see scattered on the garage floor at their mechanic on a regular basis.
1. Why does everyone in these Goldfish Cracker Commercials act so awkward and nervous? It's like they KNOW they look stupid. But it's all so cringe. First we had the guy and girl repeatedly bumping hands because no one could be bothered to find a damn bowl. Now this. Whatever this is.
2. Why are there Goldfish Cracker Commercials at all? Who the hell doesn't already know about the existence of these things?
3. How is any of this supposed to make me want to eat Goldfish Crackers? Especially if they aren't the whole grain ones. The only Goldfish Crackers worth eating are the whole grain ones. All of this is just so stupid.
I get that grandma wants to see granddaughter in the recital and thanks to this medication- and a front-row seat- she gets to do that. But there's something really off about this ad. Several somethings, in fact.
Grandma is staring at the stage with a frozen smile on her face that has me half-convinced that she's just enjoying the experience of being out of the Assisted Living Home for a few hours and isn't at all sure what she's watching. Is the medication helping grandma see the performance better, or does it just prevent blinking?
Is granddaughter really coming down from the stage to hand grandma a battery-powered nightlight shaped like a star and a hug, or is this just happening in grandma's imagination? I kind of think the latter, because it seems like every other person in the audience would be a parent or grandparent and would be wondering what the star treatment (I didn't mean that to be a pun) is all about. If it's all just grandma's imagination, doesn't that mean that she's just wandered off into her own fantasy world again and nothing she's dreaming up in her own head requires eye medication?
Come to think of it, maybe Eylea has nothing to do with eyes. Maybe it's just an hallucinogen made for the elderly promoted by adult children and grandchildren to get old people to stop asking for so much attention. Baby Tiffany never calls or visits? Put a few drops of this stuff in your eyes and the next thing you know, you'll "see" Tiffany dancing on stage and even stepping down to pay homage in the form of glowing stars. That good enough for you, grandma?
The only thing consistent about my Fitbit's "fitness tracker" feature is it's almost comical inconsistency.
Saturday: "You've been maintaining fitness and your readiness is moderate. Aim for 10-34 zone minutes."
I work out on Saturday and exceed the recommendations.
Sunday: "You've been maintaining fitness and your readiness is high. Aim for 20-75 zone minutes."
I take a long walk and spend most of the day at the gym.
Monday: "You've really been pushing it lately and are in danger of overtraining. Schedule some time for recovery to avoid injury. Aim for 1-18 zone minutes."
I take a long walk, hit the gym, and go way above requirements.
Tuesday: "You have been maintaining fitness and your readiness is moderate. Aim for 20-56 zone minutes."
I take a break from exercise though as usual hit my step goal.
Wednesday: "You have been maintaining fitness. Aim for 40-80 zone minutes to get back on track." WTF?
I hit the gym and go way above recommendations.
Thursday: "Schedule some time for Recovery. Aim for 1-10 zone minutes to prevent injury."
I get my steps in and hit 14 zone minutes.
Friday: "You are at risk of undertraining and your readiness is High. Aim for 40-99 zone minutes."
What. the Actual. F?
Add to this the fact that every few days I can do an hour on the treadmill, get 10,000 steps in, and record ZERO zone minutes, and I'm convinced that I should stop reading the Daily Goal paragraph on my Fitbit and just look at the step tracker. That seems to be pretty accurate. Maybe the sleep score too. But I'm done with the Daily Goal nonsense; that feature was clearly programmed by the same people who brought us the Magic 8 Ball method of making decisions.
(Quick Update: Yesterday I hit 229 zone minutes and a cardio load of 155 (target was 90-125.) So what does Fitbit say this morning? "You've been at risk of undertraining recently...." and my cardio load target is 145-194. I guarantee that if I reach that goal, tomorrow it will tell me that I'm in danger of overtraining. This thing is an absolute JOKE.)
These things already contain fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, potatoes, and gravy. Make the bowl a little larger and KFC could add gummy bears, cigarettes, whiskey, and a gambling app and make this the perfect Grab and Go for people in a hurry to destroy their lives.
"Failure Pile in a Sadness Bowl." I wish I had thought of that. And yes, 2 AM in your own apartment is the only proper time and place to consume this Most American Meal Ever.
I've kept a portable air compressor in the trunk of my car for well over a decade. I got my niece one for her car. We've used them to fill tires, basketballs, footballs, floatation devices- anything that needs air.
Which is why the people in these ads absolutely astonish me. They come off as skeptical that such a device is possible without slight of hand or magic and in the real world it must be a scam of some kind. A portable air compressor that you charge at home every once in a while and then keep in your car to deal with low tire situations?* What's next, a mini version of a vacuum for your car? A mounting device for a cell phone on the dashboard? What kind of bizarre Utopia are we living in these days?
Seriously, though. I don't know if this thing works well- the reviews on YouTube are not promising- but you can buy them off the shelf at your local Home Depot or (probably) Walmart. This is not new if you haven't been living under a rock for the past many, many years. Why are these idiots acting as if they are watching a wizard at work?
*I do object to the depiction of a completely flat tire; if it has a puncture, all the compressed air in the world isn't going to help you for what I hope are obvious reasons. For that you'll need another Very Available, Very Portable product called a Fix-a-Flat- though personally I'd rather just call AAA and have them switch it out with my spare.**
**actual spare, not the worthless donut the insultingly cheap dealerships stick you with these days. $25,000 on average for a base-model new car and they can't include an actual extra tire....but that's a rant for another time.
I'm so disturbed that there's even something called the Mobile Game Industry...
Turns out that these ubiquitous "free" games (actually the same game tweaked and relabeled to con the losers who fall down these time-and-money-wasting tunnels to nowhere) are all about dopamine hits mixed with just enough frustration to convince users to purchase upgrades and just enough advertisement to make it profitable even if 100 percent of the people who download don't become absolutely obsessed with this life-draining nonsense.
Never mind Jimmy Kimmel, who like Shakira and Lebron just ask "how high" when told by their corporate masters to jump as long as those masters are waving fistfuls of money they don't really need and don't know what to do with in their faces. Let's note every commercial that does not include an actual celebrity- they all show seemingly normal people doing normal things (preparing meals in the kitchen, having a backyard barbecue, etc.) being fascinated by what looks to a Boomer like me to be Candy Crush with Royalty. And effortlessly recruiting their spouses and friends to join in the "fun" by offering a mere glance at their phones.
How empty are their lives that this looks absolutely irresistible after three seconds? I'd be asking when it became perfectly normal to do everything with one hand and fifty percent of your brain tied behind your back. Maybe I should have mentioned that all the people shown engaged in this junk are legal adults. Legal adults who if they are so easily sucked into investing time and money into this bleak empty garbage are almost certainly also going down the road of economic destruction through equally "fun" gambling apps as well.
Can we bring actual hobbies back? How about actual quality time with fellow humans? Time not spent staring at a screen and engaging in "activities" that suck money out of our wallets for a few moments of - well, I don't even know. Why is this fun again?
