I’ve just finished listening to Gimme Shelter four times in a row, and it’s official. I no longer want to hear about the Beatles from you. Blah blah blah musical pioneers, blah blah blah drug-hazed baby-boomer memories, blah blah blah Yoko Ono, blah blah blah you’re a bad person if you don’t like the Beatles… whatever. You sound like a deranged sports fan talking about your favourtite team.
I saw a commercial for Netflix last night. It featured the usual suspects – the young family, the single professional, the asian grandfather – saying wonderful things about the service. Then, near the end one of them said something about it being like “magic”. That got me thinking. It would be easy to watch the commercial and dismiss it as pure marketing. The fact is though, there was not a single over-statement in the whole ad. Netflix really is awesome, and vis-à-vis Clarke‘s Third Law, it really is magic. For real people… why don‘t you have Methflix yet?
A couple of days ago I saw this on the Facebook:
☆•¨•.¸¸¸.•¨ •☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆•¨•¸¸¸. •¨•☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆ Put this on your status if you have the most beautiful DAUGHTER in the world ☆•¨•.¸¸¸.•¨ •☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆•¨•¸¸¸. •¨•☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆
I thought to myself “Well duh, clearly you’ve already claimed that title for your own child.” Is this person looking for a fight? Do they want to know who thinks that their child is prettier and beat them up? Or maybe they want a list of prettier kids that they can arrange “accidents” for so that finally their child can be the best. Or maybe its a secret sign-up for some kind of kiddie Fight Club (“I felt like destroying something beautiful”). The implications are disturbing… or maybe she just loves here daughter.