Nevergirl’s

Some things change, some things don’t. The bun will turn 33 weeks tomorrow – that’s certainly one change, but I’m still in love with ads and that’s one thing that hasn’t changed a bit.

It’s odd. Food’s supposed to make the pregnant woman’s world go round. Not mine, however. Mine evolves around ads – the short and the lengthy, the incredible and the shoddy. “I don’t want a copywriter for a daughter,” the hub tsk-tsked after I told him for the umpteenth time just how much I adore Discovery Channel’s mini-musicale.

I didn’t write about this – because I’ve been one lazy blimp and all I do is sleep, read, and watch TV all day – but really, each time I hear them sing “I love tornadoes, I love Egyptian kings,” I get goosebumps. Whoever wrote those lyrics and thought of the concept is one clever, clever cookie.

Here’s one more ad with a serious dose of awesome. It’s not commercial, but it’s pure genius. Just imagine the powerful impact a seemingly disjointed series of words make when they’re lumped together. Girl. Cow. Revolution.

I wish they would make ads like this here.

Oh, and I got this ad here. The guy dispenses fashion advice and bless his heart, took the time to transcribe the texts.

Yes, I wish they would make ads like that here; although, if they do, I’ve no doubt they’re going to use visuals rather than words. Hence, they would cast Judy Ann as the girl with the cow. Not a bad choice. Judy Ann is now glamorous enough to make the beautiful people pay attention, but she’s still so very much masa everyone would find it plausible that not only would she own a cow, she could hoist it onto her shoulders, too, if she really has to.

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