So, it’s November 1st, and (mostly because I am insane), I have decided to participate in NaBloPoMo, (National Blog Posting Month) which, if you didn’t already know, is the blog-cousin of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I have successfully completed two novels doing NaNoWriMo, and while that is a badge of honor, I just finished a big rewrite of one book and have another one coming out soon, so I don’t feel like I have another one in the chamber at this moment, sadly.
I do like the camaraderie of NaNoWriMo, though, so I was happy to hear that there was a blog equivalent. I’m sure you haven’t noticed this, but poor Funny Strange is the one that always gets neglected when other projects or clients need my attention, so this month—it will be a WHOLE MONTH OF FUNNY STRANGE, people! And why not? I mean, I’m having these weird thoughts and taking pictures of weird food every day, so there is no reason why I shouldn’t actually sit down and write on this blog. Funny Strange has been around for SEVEN YEARS! It deserves a little love.
So, today I would like to discuss these credit card ads I keep seeing—two in particular. One is for Citibank, I think, where the guy saves up all of his points to buy some kind of weather balloon. Every time I see this ad, I think “that guy is an idiot, he wasted his points, and if that happened in real life the police would find him and take that weather balloon before he even had a chance to see the footage.”
Why don’t focus groups ever include me? WHY? I would be an excellent addition to focus groups. Just ask my grad school friends—my sassiness was charming and funny, and not at all disruptive to the academic environment.
So, I’m not getting a Citicard, because I take this advertisement as a warning—a warning that Citicard holders are unintelligent people, and I do not want to join the ranks of the unintelligent, where I will be encouraged to use my points to buy weather balloons. No no no! I use my credit card points for intelligent things like airline tickets and cool electronics and oh, ACTUAL MONEY BACK.
I’m also not getting a Chase Slate card with Blueprint, and why, you might ask?
It’s because this “Surprise, I’m having triplets!” commercial is also highly annoying to me, that’s why. Does no one in production at the agency that makes commercials for Chase know ANYONE who has ever had multiples?
Obviously not, because I don’t know one person who has had an “I just went to the doctor, and surprise—it’s triplets!” moment, have you? Having multiples involves high hormone levels, and multiple doctor visits, and there is absolutely no way that woman could get to be that pregnant without someone noticing that she was carrying three babies in there. Hello! Was that her first OB/ GYN visit? Why didn't her husband go with her to the appointment? That is pure silliness.
Finally, and this will do it for my first “NaBloPoMo” post, I know there are writing prompts every day for this month, and I do not expect I will be following these very closely, because I do not like being told what to do. Ironically, that is my answer to today’s prompt, which is “What is your favorite part of writing?” That would be—being sassy, and being done.
Boom! Day 1. Now you try!
