Do the talking M&Ms do it for people? I mean, is there a subset of humanity out there on the fence about purchasing certain food items, but then they see an advertisement where the food is walking and talking and they're like, yes, I would like to purchase and consume that item. And aren't those people then just closet cannibals?
Or the talking tub of Parkay butter. At least that doesn't take on other human features like eyes and legs, it just talks. And who hasn't had a bag of Funyuns or box of doughnuts say "EAT ME!" to them before? Not to mention the anthropomorphized food that eats itself. The hell? Granted, I haven't seen one of those ads for a while, but I remember a few years ago there was a local place here in Phoenix that had a giant talking chicken discussing the deliciousness of the chicken at the restaurant. Then he was seated by the hostess and started FEASTING ON CHICKEN WINGS! In the words of the late, great Chris Farley, "Who are the ad wizards that came up with that one?!" In summation - anthrofood creeps me out.
On the injury front, my right arm feels like it is trying to jump ship and the neurospecialists I've talked to aren't taking new patients until May at which point I will be a.) fine b.) dead and in either scenario a trip to a doctor's office would seem unnecessary. I went to my, for lack of a better term, family doctor on Friday, so he'll be looking at the MRI/CT films and providing me with options. From the sounds of it physical therapy like traction (yes, Kristin, you called it), or a cortisol shot to the spine which reduces the inflammation and cures world hunger? It sounds terrifying. My arm hurts and it's getting annoying this is stupid.
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Oh good lord. Now you need to move to New York where we don't have things like arms that jump ship and traction.
1. I like the talking M&Ms and I even saved one of their ads in a magazine that I especially liked ("If a recipe says 20 minutes at 300 degrees it does not mean you can cook it 10 minutes at 600 degrees, and it definitely does not mean you can cook it 5 minutes at 1200 degrees).
2. Casey's studying to be a doctor. I bet she still has room for new patients in her caseload. Want me to get you an appointment?
p.s. I like that you use comments on Adrienne's blog to talk to me.
I wasn't sure if you'd be back to read the comments?
Also, it worked didn't it?
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