On the lighter side...

Last week I was pissed, so this week I'm going to look at more lighthearted topics.

I rather like these commercials for the Honda Fit, with the insect-cars and the shark-car and the Fit blowing itself up like a porcupine fish. They're visually interesting, and a welcome change from repetitive shots of cars driving through town dropping off kids and getting groceries.

Which reminds me, I recently saw another in the odd genre which I call "second-wife commercials". The idea here is that we see the pretty 22-year-old housewife in her $750,000 house using the Bounty or Swiffer or whatever, while her 45-year-old husband and 12-year-old child get in her way. So she was 10 when the kid was born? I think not. She's clearly the successful older man's new trophy wife, and the kid probably goes to visit his real mom on alternate weekends.
(His real mom probably doesn't even feed him Jif, thus confirming the superiority of the new trophy wife.)

One of my friends apparently will have a kid sometime in early July. His last name is Smith, and I'm trying to convince him to name the kid John. I think that's hilarious... the kid will have to show his driver's license to everybody he meets for the rest of his life, because they'll all get that look on their faces that says "why is he telling me a fake name"?

Another friend reports that his three-year-old daughter beat the crap out of an eight-year-old boy at one of those Chuck E. Cheese-type family restaurants. Apparently, Rachel (we'll call her that today) came to tell her parents that the boy had pushed her out of the line for the slide. Her mom told her to go back and speak up for herself. When they heard a commotion (more than the usual commotion, I mean), they went to look, and found Rachel hanging from the overhead handhold on the slide tunnel, kicking the boy AND his ten-year-old brother in the face every time they tried to approach. She was even allowing other kids to pass her, but not those two.

Rachel stories are always a highlight of our day at work. This is the same girl who, according to her daycare teacher, once spent an entire recess period stalking a kid who had hit her the previous day, finally sneaking up behind him and biting him on the neck hard enough to draw blood. I've met her several times, and you'd never guess that this cheerful little girl was apparently reincarnated from a wolverine.