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Not much...

I planted a new rose bush in front of the house, then went over to some friend's to watch the TV coverage on their new big screen HDTV.

Was it worth it today, not really.

A couple of cute commercials (Pepsi & mLife), but no stunners. The only dot.com holdouts were Monster.com and HotJobs.com. Otherwise most of the commercials were yawners.

Santana's preshow concert was great. One of the singers kept getting distracted by Carlos' playing and kept messing up her lip syncing.

Celin Dion singing "God Bless America" [edit] was just wrong on several levels. [I don't know how good or bad a job she did, I left the room. I dislike her angsty style of singing.]

Dixie Chicks doing the National Anthem was great.

Half-Time was good, though we think Shania got stuck on the lifter, so she couldn't join Sting and Steffie for the final sing along.

And Bon Jovi as part of the after events, was just a waste. Though the Tampa Cheerleaders seemed to be having lots of fun just dancing around.

After Penn & Teller had several obvious chances to swap their "prediction", we returned home.

The Brad

Date: 2003-01-27 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brunnhilde.livejournal.com
I didn't catch a lot of the early game (nor, needless to say, the pregame) so I may have missed some goodies. However, I found The Brad commercial amusing.

Don't recall what it was trying to sell, me, though...

Anyway, it's where this attractive young woman introduces herself as Alex and asks the cute guy sitting near her at the bar if he's Brad, the guy she's supposed to be having a blind date with. Nope, sorry, and the guy does indeed look to be sorry about that.

So this outrageous car pulls up with chain-enclosed plates that read "The Brad." Then emerges the totally pimped-out Brad, center of the universe, etc, ugh. Alex sees him and wishes she were somewhere else. Brad enters the bar.

But wait!

Our Hero steps around her and approaches The Brad. "Hi, are you Brad? I'm Alex," he says, flirtatiously. The Bradmobile's tires leave tread as he screeches from the bar, and Our Hero has a shot at getting the girl.

I was amused by the way it played on all the homophobic fears and stereotypes to get a laugh -- but in the end, the guy who is willing to be perceived as the queer in a straight bar, however briefly, is the good guy. The homophobe is the jerk. Nice job all around.

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I'm grateful to have missed Celene Dion massacring anything, and I swear Shania was lipsynching. No Doubt, however, left No Doubt as to their musical chops. I LOVED what they did with Sting, and hope it's released to CD.

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