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Sunday, June 22, 2008

37 and overweight...details at 11.

I know it's been quite some time since my last post. I have started and stopped a number of blogposts thinking I'd be able to upload that set of pictures to link to it, or get that science story just right. All to no avail. I have finally, this Sunday morning, gotten up the courage to post one. It's not my usual fare, a bit cheeky, but I thought worthy of some note.


This is the ad I got today in my Facebook left hand column (see picture right).
Thought it was quite telling of the immanent, if not already here in full force, tailored online advertising three ring circus.

My first reaction was…”How in the world did they get a snapshot of my 8 minute abs sans webcam powered up? Har har! If I ever get abs like that, I will have quit my day job and become an infomercial.
Then my next thought was, “They know I’m thirty seven, and because I’ve spent the last hour trying to catch up with folks on Facebook I’m gaining weight.
Third, I bemused about the "kick-ass-ness" of a green tea able to peel off layers of abdominal fat in soon to be middle aged men like myself (my wife already calls me middle aged man, but I hold on to 37 just as John Cougar (aka Mellencamp) instructed us to hold on to 16. But that’s another story altogether.
And, my final thought was, “They are going to let me try it FREE! Wow, how completely generous of them. Now I just have to figure out how to afford the $60 shipping charge (I’m kidding, it’s not that much, but I’m guessing, based on my past eBay forays that THAT is how they make their money…clever.)
Just a short Sunday snippet from a 37 year old with no green tea and little options for even 16 minute abs.

2 comments:

Mr. Independent said...

You're balking at $60 for guaranteed perfect abs o' steel? Hollywood types pay thousands for that kind of instant gratification! And, let's face it, isn't $60 a small price to pay for Chihiro to jump your old-ass bones in a way that she hasn't since your glorious first honeymoon night? C'mon, Drew! Spend that $60 now, for the big 4-0 is staring you down like every crocodile ever looked at the damn nuisance Steve Irwin!

Drew Mather said...

Kraiiiiiiikee, mate, you're raiiight! I'm sending them a check ta-DAI!