I feel an obligation to say something about the Super Bowl. Here it is:
I was burned out on the game and the commercials by Sunday of last week. I had no intent to watch any of it; I was just so tired and frustrated and fed up with the whole thing.
I ended up catching a few minutes of it when I went out for dinner. What I caught was the less exciting part, but I did see a couple of commercials that puzzled me:
- Can somebody explain to me what I was supposed to get out of that Nissan “Cat’s In the Cradle” commercial? It’s never too late to reconnect with your child, as long as you’re a famous racing driver who drives a Nissan? (It doesn’t help any that I hate that song.)
- Are we pretty much all in agreement that the Nationwide “…but I died” commercial is just plain creepy? “The sole purpose of this message was to start a conversation, not sell insurance.” I’m sorry, what kind of conversation are we trying to start here? “Dead kids are bad.” Mmmkay. If we’re trying to start a conversation, should I be waiting to hear from the pro-dead kids side?
I’ve been sort of following the Brooklyn warehouse fire story, and I got to wondering. Seven alarms is a lot. But what’s the largest alarm response ever in the history of the NYFD? And how many alarms was September 11th?
I haven’t found a good answer to either of those questions. According to this Slate article, there has been at least one ten alarm fire. (I defend my decision to link to Slate by noting that this is a very old article.)
As for the second question, that’s also not easy to answer, but for different reasons. According to New York magazine:
But:
The Nissan commercial didn’t include the last verse of the song. I got choked up when I watched it, and choked up again when I saw it as an Internet ad (yes, I watched it all the way through).
Without that last verse, it focuses on the Dad’s sacrifice, not the kid’s. That’s pretty powerful stuff, and very unusual to see these days.
And the Nationwide ad is already being mocked on the ‘net:
https://imgur.com/gallery/HoNSrhO