Spitball Army

All the while, his head and prominent ears balance precariously over a crisp shirt-and-tie ensemble.

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If, like me, you have been hooked on the Olympics for the last week and a half, you have most likely seen this commercial from Nike.

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If the nickname for Lawrence is Larry, why isn’t the nickname for Florence Flarry?

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It is a rare series that can pull a viewer into its own universe as well as Mad Men does. The Sopranos and Six Feet Under, two examples from recent years, did this by holding a prism up to the world, placing the audience within a specific cultural pocket (New Jersey mob families and Southern California undertakers, respectively) and looking outward.

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Bette Davis, trapped behind a chalky white face of pancake makeup, gets about as much emotional mileage from her facial expressions as would a drunken mime.

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This video might be even funnier if we knew what Mario Lopez was thinking while her train wreck of a response was going on.

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The chord progression sounds remarkably similar to The Eagles’ song “Hotel California.” I found myself humming “Hotel California” this evening while within earshot of the TV, then was startled when I heard the “Aquarius” chorus join me at the end of the ad.

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It was a busy day today, and I was on the move for most of it. The constant? My iPod was working overtime, and though I did listen to a couple of albums full through, it was mostly a Shuffle-All-Songs day. The little random song machine did a bang-up job of entertaining me. Here are some of the day’s lesser-known musical highlights that you might enjoy as well as I did:

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All ends well, no matter how hard the wicked Queen of Germany tries to undermine our happiness.

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