Television commercials are often terrible so I probably shouldn’t be so affronted when I come across one that’s weirdly tone-deaf and bewildering in its creepiness.
None of us should pay too much attention to television adverts. And I should definitely not get my gruds in a bunch about any of them. Do you sense a but coming? But the latest advert for Nutribullet (which can be viewed on the Nutribullet website) has me yelling/laughing every time I see it.
Late last week it became apparent that current affairs show Campbell Live may be for the chop To say that this displeases me would be a major understatement. My 1 year old refusing to eat anything but avocado and toast “displeases” me. Campbell Live facing the axe makes me downright furious.
Being one half of an engaged couple means there are a lot of important questions to answer. When will should we get married? Can we dress our son up as an Ewok for the wedding? Is picking out china still a thing that people do and how I can I use my influence to make…
In recent years I have become increasingly fond of op shops. Often I’ll enter one not knowing what I’m even looking for, only that I have the urge to “rummage”.
Remember when I got engaged a little while ago? The good news is my engagement ring is now fully insured. The bad news is if something happens the insurance company may pay out in carrots.
What does it mean to be a proud New Zealander? Does everyone actually understand democracy? Do only some people get to have opinions on politics? These questions and many others came swooping into my mind yesterday after listening to Sean Plunket’s frankly bewildering Radio Live rant about Eleanor Catton. Follow up questions included “who stole…
Okay now, when I say “ruin” what I really mean is “pay musical tribute in questionable cosplay”.
Apparently it’s “an Ian Athfield”. I know you’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but what the fuck was he thinking?