Where do YOU want to be when it's 100 degrees in the shade? Why, your local Chevy Dealership of course! I mean, nothing goes with record temperatures better than soft pavement and cars you could cook an egg on...
"We have the largest inventory in the Northeast!" Nowadays, that means they have an inventory slightly larger than the rental car place Walter Mitty went to in Greenland- a red one, and a blue one.
"We have the new Chevy TRAX," which is cool because "tracks" is spelled "trax" and who the heck doesn't want an X in the name of their car? I mean, it's so cool. Unlike that parking lot.
"...and all the options you've been dreaming about..." but not at that "starting" cost, right? That $21,000 refers to a car that doesn't exist, at least not on that lot. A car that doesn't have any bells or whistles. A car they don't want to sell you because Come On You Can't Be The Only Person On Your Street Without Bluetooth In Your Car.
And if you're dreaming about electronic options for your car, well....it's nice to dream small, I guess.
Or "yeah yeah my mom's dead very sad hey look I got a check!"
Gotta love how fast this casual conversation between a creepy stalking neighbor who decides to ambush a woman just innocently checking her mail turns from "so sorry about what happened to your mom" to "hey funerals are expensive let's make this about ME!" In fact, we go from about 2.5 seconds of sort-of-mourning to bloodless "let's talk money" which is basically a lukewarm pitch for a life insurance company that loves to monopolize spots on daytime tv (you know, when only seniors are watching.)
Also gotta love how the woman who gets the check makes no mention of how much that check is worth- did it actually cover the funeral expenses- but instead focuses entirely on how "affordable" the "coverage" was. Thirty-five cents a day sounds better than ten bucks a month, I suppose, but if I were the neighbor I'd be a lot more interested in how much "coverage" that ten bucks a month actually BOUGHT. I mean, it would be the very first thing I'd ask, as long as we clearly aren't into privacy in this fish bowl suburb anyway. I wouldn't forget to ask how much it cost, but I'd be asking how big that check was first, and for long the policy was held a close second. How much the coverage cost would be a distant third- but it's the ONLY subject brought up here.
In fact, we are told that the check "helps" cover the expenses- what does that mean? If you thought that
Colonial Penn paid for funerals, well, you weren't listening very carefully. Colonial Penn only promises to "help," in the same way that Car Shield "helps" cover car repairs and provides roadside "assistance." What constitutes help is left in question- again, because we aren't given any details about that check the nice woman with the dead mom was "waiting for" (she doesn't seem happy with the size of the check, or disappointed- she doesn't react at all. It's just a check. It "helps." Whatever.)
How is applying for a loan that must be paid back plus interest a "better way" of getting money for my small business than yelling "Loan Cannon" and having the money I need just blasted harmlessly into my face? If I owned a small business- or needed money for any reason- I'd take the Loan Cannon option over the On Deck option every day and twice on Sundays.
And yes, On Deck, I am picking on you this summer. Because I'm lazy, and you make it so, so very easy.
Every time I see an ad for ANY debt relief commercial, I'm reminded of a story I heard on the radio many, many years ago. It goes like this: a guy experiences a windfall- I think he won the lottery or something. The guy's brother-in-law approaches him with the sad sad story of how he owes $18,000 in credit card bills and how it would be a real life-saver if he could clear that debt from his books. So of course the lottery winner hands his brother-in-law $18,000 because hey Everyone Deserves A Second Chance, right?
Six months later, the brother-in-law approaches the lottery winner again because...he's now $18,000 in credit card debt. This time, the lottery winner says "no" to another bailout, and they haven't spoken since because How Could He (the lottery winner, of course) Be So Selfish?
I am pretty sure that 90 percent of the people who actually get bailed out of their credit card bills actually end up like that brother-in-law- right back in debt, because they haven't learned a damn thing about controlling their spending. Yes, I am aware that some people get hit with unexpected medical bills, expensive divorces and the like, but let's be honest; the vast majority of people who have big credit card bills are in that situation because they are addicted to spending. Giving them a break is like handing an alcoholic a free case of beer.
At least when one declares bankruptcy, one suffers real consequences: a ding on the credit report that actually FORCES one to live within one's means, at least for a time. The people in these commercials don't think that they have a lesson to learn- they just want a bailout. There's a reason why doctors don't prescribe weight-loss surgery without also prescribing therapy; it's because without therapy, the people who get weight-loss surgery are very likely to go right back to the habits which made them need the surgery in the first place, and insurance companies aren't really keen on paying for multiple expensive procedures. The same concept needs to apply to debt relief- want a bailout? Ok, but you're going to have to learn how to live within your means, because we can't keep doing this. Time to do a little growing up now and learning how to say "no" every once in a while.
...from his beautiful dream of running a twee donut shop which somehow offered roughly thirty flavors of donuts and was so incredibly popular that he had a line of customers down the block waiting to buy something they can get cheaper at the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru thirty yards away. It was such an awesome dream, too- he was being SO profitable that he needed to hire more people, which required a quick business loan because....um....he's being so profitable.
Wait, what? You know how you are having a nice dream and suddenly it gets stupid and unrealistic and that's when you wake up because your brain can't handle the contradictions? Well, that happens to this guy before a Loan Falcon can crash through his window with money falling out of it's beak. It happens when he simultaneously celebrates the massive success of his company AND frets that he needs a loan. Personally, it would have happened for me when I realized that there is simply no way that I am creating donuts so freaking awesome that people are willing to line up on the sidewalk like I'm the freaking Soup Nazi. What's in these donuts, heroin?
Coming soon: that commercial with the awful awful girl who grows up with an obsession with lemons who thinks she's going to turn that obsession into a profitable business because America and Dreams and such.
I had no idea that they even MADE electric toothbrushes that used batteries and weren't rechargeable. I don't care how good these batteries are; this woman should have a landfill dedicated to her and her stupid toothbrush.
It's called rechargeable, stupid woman. Less than $20 on Amazon. Lithium is pollution. Get with the program.
When I was growing up, the Bond Series was the gold standard for action spy thriller popcorn entertainment. Every other summer, audiences could expect to see Mr. Bond take on SPECTRE or some megalomaniac who wanted to start World War III or kill everyone on Earth For Reasons. It was silly, campy fun and even when Roger Moore was staggering around the screen looking like he had forgotten to take his arthritis meds, we always walked out of the theater figuring we had gotten our money's worth.
During the reign of Daniel Craig (2006-2022) the Bond series definitely lost it's way. The new Bond was morose, pouting, and dull. The villains were limp and their grand schemes were not grand at all. Remember the guy who wanted to crash the economy by nuking Fort Knox? Now we have a guy who wants to win a card game, and another who wants to assassinate M. Remember Blofeld sitting inside a volcano getting ready to "inaugurate a little war" involving the deaths of 3 billion people and the ascendancy of Red China as the new world power? Now we have a Blofeld with Daddy Issues who wants to punish Bond because he didn't get enough attention as a child. What a bore. Where are my larger-than-life villains??
The answer: they are in the Mission Impossible films. These really are the new Bond movies, and they have been at least since the Craig era began and arguably from the waiter-with-a-machine-gun forgettable Pierce Brosnan period as well. Here's where we find our unstoppable secret agent out to save the world from a shadowy organization (the Broccolis murdered SPECTRE a few minutes after finally gaining the rights to the name after a 30-year legal battle, what a waste!) intent on chaos. Here's where we get our popcorn-munching fun that doesn't ask us to psychoanalyze the hero or suggest that he go on depression meds.
With the exception of the god-awful, Almost Series-Killing second installment, there is no run of films that have been more reliably entertaining than these. We walk into the theater knowing what we are going to get, getting it, and still being amazed at the consistent quality provided. Bond? Seriously, who cares if they recast the character? We've got a shelf full of DVDs featuring Ethan Hunt doing everything Bond used to do and doing it better. The only thing the Brocollis have been good at lately is making us wait years to find out how bad the next installment is going to be.
Sorry, Mr. Bond. Your time has passed. It was a fine ride- for a while. But you went out with a whimper and not a bang. It's been the Hunt era for several decades now, and you've got no one but yourself to blame; you opened the door, and Hunt crashed through it. Just in time.
