Good, Bad and Ugly Ads

Since I have not been given much of a life, I watch an awful lot of television, which includes an awful lot of commercials.  Now, a “GOOD” ad is one that holds my attention and makes me want to at least learn more about the product or service it is for.  A “BAD” ad is one that quickly becomes nothing more than background noise when it cannot be skipped over.  “UGLY” ads are much worse.  For not only do they make we want to never see them again, they make me want to never have anything to do with the company that paid for them to be produced.  Of course, you may feel differently, but I sure wouldn’t say much about it around anyone with a lick of sense.  For I am, after all, an expert on such things—albeit only in my own mind!

GOOD

BAD

UGLY

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TFT: Sly and The Family Stone

Link: [Sly and The Family Stone]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Everyday People

Sly and The Family Stone

All together now

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Oh sha sha

Sometimes I'm right

And I can be wrong

My own beliefs

Are in my song

The butcher

The banker

The drummer

And then

Makes no difference

What group I'm in

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

There is a blue one

Who can't accept the green one

For living with a fat one

Trying to be a skinny one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

I am no better

And neither are you

We are the same

Whatever we do

You love me

You hate me

You know me

And then

You can't figure out

The bag I'm in

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

There is a long hair

That doesn't like the short hair

For being such a rich one

That will not help the poor one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

I am no better

And neither are you

We are the same

Whatever we do

You love me

You hate me

You know me

And then

You can't figure out

The bag I'm in

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

There is a long hair

That doesn't like the short hair

For being such a rich one

That will not help the poor one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

There is a yellow one

That won't accept the black one

That won't accept the red one

That won't accept the white one

Different strokes

For different folks

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

There is a yellow one

That won't accept the black one

That won't accept the red one

That won't accept the white one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

Stand!

Sly and The Family Stone

Stand

In the end

You'll still be you

One that's done

All the things

You set out to do

Stand

There's a cross

For you to bear

Things to go through

If you're goin' anywhere

Stand

For the things

You know are right

It's the truth

That’s the truth

Makes them so uptight

Stand

All the things

You want are real

You have you

To complete

And there is no deal

Stand

Stand

Stand

Everybody

Yeah

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

You've been sitting

Much too long

There's a permanent crease

In your right and wrong

Stand

There's a midget

Standing tall

And a giant

Beside him

About to fall

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

They will try

To make you crawl

And they know

What you're sayin'

Makes sense at all

Stand

Don't you know

That you are free

Well at least in your mind

If you want to be

Everybody

Stand

Stand

Stand

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Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

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Come Monday...A Little Help From A Big Hypocrite

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Well, well, well, did I ever get nailed right between the eyes while I was in the midst of holding a rather wild pity party for myself.  Okay, it was for Arlynda, as well.  Happy now?

Anyway, the main theme of the party was that one of the main things that I have been asking for help with, which would not cost more than a little time and effort, is a published review of sorts on their own site of [The Crackerhead Chronicles], which could help boost sales of the [Kindled] version of the book—even if the author of the piece considered the abbreviated account of my life so far to be one of the worst pieces of literature ever published.  Hey, just a short commentary would have thrilled me to death, but most of my online friends are evidently too poor to do even that.

Oh yeah, I was having a really good time feeling quite sorry for myself us when our Heavenly Father gently asked, “Are you not guilty of doing the same thing to Louise?”  You see, she had asked me to help with her current [Relay For Life] efforts, and my reply back was that we could not help this time because of being in such desperate need of help ourselves.

So, here I sit with a big helping of crow to finish off.  WASTE NOT, WANT NOT, or something like that.  Oh, and if you can donate to [Louise’s cause] in some way, please do.  Some visits to her [Lucky Lady] site would be rather nice, too.

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A Sunday Drive

Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.

 Link: [15 Minute Lunch]

 Link: [Bunkerville]

 Link: [Creative Writing in the Blackberry Patch]

 Link: [Dana's Random Blatherings]

 Link: [Fashion Spot]

 Link: [Hood's Happenings]

 Link: [I Shoulda Been a Stripper]

 Link: [Leftwing Nutjob]

 Link: [Libertarian Republican]

Link: [Western Hero]

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ESPN Additions

Ironically, some of the best television commercials are for ESPN, and only air on ESPN.  Now, I do not know if these ads really are meant to add all the more to the viewing experience, but it works for me.

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Sites To See

The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.

 Link: [Assorted]

 Link: [Confessions of a Watery Tart]

 Link: [Sepia Saturday]

 Link: [Small Acorns]

 Link: [Terra Garden]

 Link: [The Farmer's Daughter]

 Link: [Thibeault's Table]

 Link: [Through the Eyez of Denimflz]

 Link: [Tina's PicStory]

Link: [Wrote By Rote]

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ATF: Showtunes

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Streets of Fire]

Tonight Is What It Means To Be Young

Fire, Inc.

I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach

And the perfect waves are startin’ to come

His hair is flyin’ out in ribbons of gold

And his touch has got the power to stun

I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest

Enchanted by the edge of a lake

His body's flowin’ in the jewels of life

And the earth below is startin’ to shake

But I don't see any angels in the city

I don't hear any holy choirs sing

And if I can't get an angel

I can still get a boy

And a boy'll be the next best thing

The next best thing to an angel

A boy'll be the next best thing

I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle

And he's dancin’ like a cat on the stairs

He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes

And the thunder of a drum in his ears

I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star

Lookin' down upon the rim of the world

He's there all alone

And dreamin' of someone like me

I'm not an angel

But at least I'm a girl

I've got a dream when the darkness is over

We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun

But it's only a dream

And tonight is for real

You'll never know what it means

But you'll know how it feels

It's gonna be over

Over

Before you know it's begun

Before you know it's begun

Oh it's all we really got

Tonight

Stop your cryin' hold on

Tonight

Before you know it it's gone

Tonight

Tonight is what it means to be young

Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

We're dancin’ for the restless

And the broken-hearted

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

We're dancin’ for the desperate

And the broken-hearted

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

Tonight is what it means to be young

We're dancin’ for the restless

And the broken-hearted

Before you know it it’s gone

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

Tonight is what it means to be young

We're dancing for the desperate

And the broken-hearted

Before you know it it’s gone

Say a prayer in the darkness

For the magic to come

No matter what it seems

Tonight is what it means to be young

Tonight is what it means to be young

Before you know it it's gone

I've got a dream when the darkness is over

We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun

But it's only a dream

And tonight is for real

You'll never know what it means

But you'll know how it feels

It's gonna be over

Over

Before you know it's begun

Before you know it’s begun

Oh it's all we really got

Tonight

Stop your cryin' hold on

Tonight

Before you know it it's gone

Tonight

Tonight is what it means to be young

Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

We're dancin’ for the desperate

And the broken-hearted

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

Tonight is what it means to be young

We're dancin’ for the restless

And the broken-hearted

Before you know it it’s gone

Say a prayer in the darkness

For the magic to come

‘Cause no matter what it seems

Tonight is what it means to be young

Tonight is what it means to be young

No matter what it seems

Tonight is what it means to be young

Tonight is what it means to be young

No matter what it seems

Tonight is what it means to be young

Tonight is what it means to be young

No matter what it seems

Tonight is what it means to be young

Before you know it it’s gone

Tonight is what it means to be young

No matter what it seems

Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the revels begin

Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the fire be started

No matter what it seems

We’re dancin’ for the desperate

Tonight is what it means to be young

And the broken-hearted

Tonight is what it means to be young

The things they say

And then the things they do

Nothin's gonna stop us

If our aim is true

The things they say

And then the things they do

Nothin's gonna stop us

If our aim is true

The things they say

And then the things they do

Nothin's gonna stop us

If our aim is true

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

We're dancin’ for the desperate

And the broken-hearted

Let the revels begin

Let the fire be started

We’re dancin’ for the restless…

Link: [Wanted]

The Little Things

Danny Elfman

Have you heard the news

Bad things come in twos

But I never knew

‘Bout the little things

Every single day

Things get in my way

Someone has to pay

For the little things

And I’m through with the stories

And I’m sick of my shoes

And the walkin’

And the talkin’

It’s got nothin’ to do

With the final solution

It’s a box full of tricks

And I’m through with repairs

When there’s nothin’ to fix

When there’s nothin’ to fix

When there’s nothin’ to fix

And it all comes down to

You-ou-ou

Let the headlines wait

Armies hesitate

I can deal with fate

But not the little things

Armageddon may

Arrive any day

I can’t get away

From the little things

With a pile of cares

And a bucket of tears

I could look at the sunlight

And I feel no fear

With a mountain of maybes

And some Icarus wings

And I’m armed with delusions

And one little thing

And that one little thing

And that one little thing

And it all comes down to

You-ou-ou

Have you heard the news

Bad things come in twos

But I never knew

‘Bout the little things

Every single day

Things get in my way

Someone has to pay

For the little things

Link: [STLyrics]

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