Casting a Wide Net

Hello Blog World,

I know that you've missed me and I can tell you that you've been missed in return. It was a nice weekend and I will tell you all about it at a later time. The final visitors to the House of Dagromm escaped into the night while I was sleeping so it was a heavy heart that met me that final morning.

I admit that I am way behind on blog reading and writing due to a number of factors. Work is super busy right now, the computer at the house now doesn't seem to recognize what keyboards are anymore (I think it has Althzeimers), and family activities are ramping up for this weekend. In my absence I've noticed that everyone has gotten very loquacious with their posts. I can appreciate you all have lots to say, but I don't know that I'll ever get it all read. Currently I just skim the writing and let my eyes stop whenever they see the word "boobs".

So I expect it will be another week before I can blog on a more regular basis, but I appreciate you all still bothering to check in once in a while.

On to other things, I'm currently working on a screenplay for a movie idea that I had the other night. I'm excited because it's a western and I've never written one before, but I've seen a hole in the market and I'm going to try and cash in. With the rise of Bollywood cinema and the ever greater Middle Eastern and Asian presence in the U.S., I've seen a need for a movie that can incorporate these great cultures with the established movie presence. In fact, like all great movies it will be a trilogy that will follow the travails of a Hindi man in the old west. It'll incorporate all of the standards of westerns with the beauty of Hindu culture. The first movie, "My Hat, My Ghandi" will kick things off and really set the tone for the future installments. The second movie, "Passive Resistance at the OK Corral" will bring things into their darkest moments, before the action culminates in the third movie, "Turban Cowboy". If you like western movies like, "Unforgiven", "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugl", and "The Apple Dumpling Gang" then you'll love the movies I'm working on.

Agenda for Quad Weekend

Thursday
noon - Check in
1:00 pm - Welcome Luncheon @ Bone Daddy's or Silver City Caberet
2:30 pm - Film Session - Kickin' it Old School
4:00 pm - Quad Annual Frisbee Golf Celebrity Pro Am
6:30 pm - Happy Hour/Mixer
8:00 pm - Dinner - Chuck E. Cheese

Friday
9:00 am - Breakfast - Dry cereal w/optional milk
10:00 am - Shuttle departs for water park
10:30 am - Hurricane Harbor Water Park
7:00 pm - Shuttle departs for House of Dagromm
8:00 pm - Dinner - Macaroni and Cheese w/optional chili

Saturday
9:00 am - Breakfast - donuts
10:00 am - Monopoly tournament
12:30 pm - Lunch Cookout - Hamburgers w/optional vegetables
2:00 pm - Slip and Slide Competition
3:00 pm - Pinata!!!!
4:00 pm - Video lecture - The History of Pornography w/guest speaker
6:00 pm - Water balloons
8:00 pm - Dinner - Hot Pockets (1 per attendee)

Sunday
9:00 am - Breakfast - complimentary glass of water
9:05 am - Check out

It's going to be a great weekend! I can't wait!

ScoreBoard!!!!

I've been working out hard the last week or two and finally stepped on the scale yesterday to find that I had lost 4 pounds!!! Woo hoo, I am going to rocket to the front of the pack in the Blogger ten pound challenge!! I don't know if anybody else is taking this very seriously, but I've been putting in a good 45 minutes to an hour and a half everyday out at the soccer field. My daughter comes out with me most days and runs drills to. It's cool that she enjoys it and has wanted to continue working on her game.

Yesterday was the first truly hot day here in Texas and the first where I got worn out more due to the heat than my own currently poor lung capacity. Still dehydration helps on the scale, and I'm willing to win by any means necessary. The girl weighed herself too, and said that she had lost weight. I don't think she knows what she's talking about since she thought she weighed in at 504 lbs. I had to explain that was 50.4 pounds. I also told her that she doesn't need to lose weight and that she will gain weight as she grows and that is normal and healthy. I think she was somewhat relieved, but she contends that she's a little chubby. I told her that she wasn't, and that I didn't even want her worrying about stuff like that.

For the rest of you that are competing for second place in the ten pound challenge, good luck!

Dance Dance Revolution

This weekend was dominated by going to and preparing for the kids' dance recital. For the girl this is old hat. She has done three previous to this one and where as she gets excited for it every year, she doesn't get noticeably nervous. For my son, this was a first and nerves were high. This also marked the first time that I had to go to a dressing room and help prepare.

The recital is split into two acts, each 2 1/2 hours long. We had the pleasure this year of having kids' performances in both acts. For the mathematically challenged that means that we endured five hours of dance. Plus the intermission. This might seem like a long time, but compared to the dress rehearsal which moves at a much slower rate, it's not so bad. The dress rehearsal went a good 8/9 hours. Normally I would duck out for hours at a time, but thanks to my sons participation that wasn't going to happen this year.

The recital went reasonably well. My ass hurts from all the sitting, but other than that all makor disasters were diverted. The girl looked good in tap and ballet, but looked lost in the jazz routine. She admitted that she got confused. Oh well.

The boy looked good in his tap routine, much better than in dress rehearsal. Except for his refusal to look at the audience he looked pretty decent for a first year dancer. The jazz dance looked better in the dress rehearsal, but he didn't have any huge gaffs. His Penguin costume was a big hit. He handled himself well through out. He asked for a little extra encouragement from me backstage befoer he went on, and I gave him the old, "Nut up and be a man" speech.

The biggest stressor for us for the day was that we (I) managed to forget to bring the boys dance shoes. I told you I wasn't used to having to be responsible for this stuff. We didn't notice that they were missing until about 30 minutes before he was to go on. So we did some frantic searching and were able to borrow some tap shoes and jazz shoes from other dancers.

I hope this post wasn't as long for you to read as it was for me to live through. The result yesterday was that the kids were both totally hyped afterwards yesterday and had enough adrenaline pumping through them to stun a wild boar. I think the boy is going to sign up for dance again as he said that had lots of fun.

Golden Handcuffs

Tomorrow is another biggie at the HoD. Me and Mrs. Dagromm will celebrate(?) 11 years of marriage. A little background for those who do not know. I met Mrs. Dags in high school our first day of class, Freshman year, 7th period. I spotted her when I came in the class and was looking for a place to sit. She was sitting at a table wearing a white button up top, green plaid skirt, and white canvas sneaks. One of her friends (Lanesha) was sitting at the table with her. A little dude was sitting on the far end of the table. One seat was open. I was there in a motion that was so quick that I think it startled the others in the room. I let those at the table know that they were in the presence of Dagromm and that great things were about to happen. The stage was set.

My sights were set square on the future Mrs. Dagromm. I just needed to introduce myself and close the deal. On the way home I told my best friend that I had acquired a target and that it was only a matter of time. Three months is what it took to get the phone number. Mrs. Dagromm is not a fast learner. Another seven for the first date. Another four for the first kiss. Another 79 months and we were married. Mission accomplished. She was mine. My friend later told me that I, "had kind of over shot the target". "Yeah, well..." I smartly replied.

So after many good times, bad times, and lots in between we reach this anniversary. I still hold true to the vows I made that fateful day in Vegas.

I vow to love you forever.

I vow to keep it real.

I vow to keep this bangin' body tight.

I vow to bet the Quinella when I'm not sure on the Exacta.

I vow to box Superfectas that are less than $1.

I vow to split my pairs.

I vow to always double down.

I vow to always bet on black.

I vow to spend no more than $10 on slots.

I vow to fold on mixed suits that aren't pairs or aren't at least face cards.

I vow to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run.

For ever and ever till death do us part.

Amen.

Trying to Catch My Breath

I began the new job on Friday and have not had anytime during the workday to write. I apologize to all my female admirers out there. I also apologize to my male admirers who look to me for guidance and inspiration. The new gig is good and I am enjoying it quite a bit so far.

The person who I was replacing only had a couple of days to train me and my brain has been mush at the end of the day. It's unfortunately been during a very busy time so it wasn't a hold your hand kind of training. It was more of a watch me while I zip through 10,000 programs and spreadsheets to get and input information. Got it? Good then you should be fine in two weeks when it's your turn.

Today was my first day alone, and I'm trudged through as best I could. I expect to be past the worst of it by the end of the week and think it should be much lighter next week. I think that I should have all of the processes down well enough in another four or five weeks where I won't cringe everytime my phone rings with a question.

I've tried to find time to jump though everybody's blogs and keep up, but unfortunately I can't get to every one of them (Cyber D, Gyuss).

I'm not dead and I'm not miserable just a little swamped at the moment. I'm actually excited for the opportunity to prove myself at a place that seems pretty decent.

Here's a pic of the lady I'm replacing. She will be missed.

Once Again, The Quad

My cell phone was ringing again. It had been doing this almost nonstop for the last week. Ringing for hours at a time. As soon as the voicemail would pick up the caller would disconnect and call back. He stopped leaving messages four days ago.

It had become tiresome; for me, The Rock, and the hundred or so people packed into the Red River Bingo Hall. After receiving multiple threatening stares I put the phone on vibrate. “Damn it”, I thought, “That’s going to run the battery down faster”. No getting around it though.

The phone kept going off. It shook its way across the table and bumped against Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s dobber making for a skewed spot on his card. B 9 was now a red mess contrasting sharply with the rest of the meticulously kept bingo card. The Rock gave an audible sigh and raised the People’s Eyebrow at me. I apologized and stuffed the Mint Chocolate LG phone into my pocket, pausing only to admire how the color of the phone matched the shirt that I was wearing. I do that on purpose. The chicks love it. I told The Rock this and he just nodded his approval. I also advised him to wear Joop cologne, because I knew for a fact that it led to getting some serious action. I offered to spray him with some of mine, but he declined. I told him it would “make his game tighter than the legs of a Catholic nun”. The Rock didn’t get it. The Rock had been with Catholic nuns.

My plan was working though. Between the rows of fold out tables came a trailer park dream. This hot young thing was nursing her iced tea with a look of lust in her eyes that would have melted an ice cream truck. She wanted me. I pulled my phone back out so that she could see that it matched my shirt and laid it on the table. I texted the word “dibs” to The Rock’s cell phone.

She was coming on to me strong, through The Rock. He seemed unaware however that her flirtations with him were just a vehicle to get closer to me. I tried to let him know that he was barking up the wrong tree, but he didn’t get it. Soon they left together to take a better look his custom Hummer. I offered to come along but they wanted me to stay and watch the bingo cards, besides my phone was going off again. I waited for them to come back and spent the time expressing my displeasure by dobbing numbers that weren’t called on The Rock’s bingo card. He was going to look like such an ass when he yelled bingo and then didn’t have it. Yeah, that’d show him.

Ninety minutes later, The Rock came back in to get me so he could drop me off at home. He could tell I was pissed. I had “that look”. I stared out the window and didn’t say a word. It was killing him. Finally, I knew he had suffered enough and told him that he was way out of line. I had called dibs and he had totally disrespected it. “That’s not the way we do things around here,” I said.

He raised the People’s Eyebrow and said, “We’re going to do things my way now. You’ve been doing things your way and that’s what got you here!”

I practically shouted, “Those aren’t even your words! That’s from the Grid Iron Gang!”

The Rock was stunned. He once again raised the People’s Eyebrow. “You want to come against the People’s Champ? Then bring it and know that you’re in for…”

“A whole lotta hurtin!” I finished. “That was your speech before WWE Summer Slam 2001.”

He was stunned again. He rolled his head around very slowly making the muscles in his neck pop. I got out of the truck. I was afraid that I was going to hurt this fool if he kept this up, and I didn’t want to wake the neighbors, and it was a week night and I had work the next day. Plus I was wearing my good shoes and I didn’t want to mess them up. Yeah, he was lucky that all those things happened to be the case.

Before I shut the door of the Hummer I said, “I don’t know if this is working The Rock”.

“Fine! Why don’t you just let Cyber D back in the group then?” At that moment my cell phone went off again and he could hear it rattling the soda money in my pocket. His eyes got big and he slammed on the gas burning rubber down my street. I turned and walked to my front door and let myself in. As soon as I walked in my cell phone stopped ringing and my home phone started. He was watching me.

I turned the ringer off on all my home phones. It was late and I wanted the kids to be able to get some sleep tonight. I took a shower, sprayed some more cologne on just in case, and went to bed. I laid there wanting to sleep, but the phone flashing on my night stand alerting me of a call made it impossible. I waited and tried till the early hours of the morning. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hello”, I said.

“Hey!!! You answered. Does that mean I’m back in?” the voice on the other end quickly asked.

“Yeah., ok,” I mumbled.

“Sweet!” he replied. “I’ve drawn a picture to show you how I feel about the Quad getting back together. I’ll e-mail it to you!”

I hung up the phone and found this picture waiting for me this morning.

Can You Smell What The Quad is Cooking?

After an exhaustive six day search, we believe that our quest maybe over for the newest member of the Quad. It's been a long arduous six day journey that has brought us closer together and made us all take a long introspective look at what it truly means to be a member of the Quad. What in essence are we made of? What makes us unique and a viable team? What the hell did Cyberman ever contribute?

There were focus groups, research meetings, market surveys, etc. to help us decide what qualities within ourselves made the Quad, the Quad. In the end we developed a comprehensive top secret list of attributes that comprise us. We then reviewed applications and did extensive interviews to find that special someone who would be a perfect match. There were many compelling candidates. Celebrities, scholars, religious figures, and friends all sought that most coveted position within our inner circle, but in the end the person we selected was the only one with the requisite level of bad-assness to get any serious consideration. The Quad is now extending a trial membership to......

The Rock

We are looking forward to great things from you Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. Welcome.

Miss USA Announces Support for Cyberman Then Falls on Her Ass

The lesson here is fairly obvious. Only bad things occur when Cyber D is involved. Way to bring down America, Cyberman!!!!

Dagromm Update

I have a few things to get to today so this might jump around a bit more than normal. First of all, I was offered and accepted the job I interviewed for last week. I think it was the yellow shirt and tie that sealed it for me. I will either start there at the end of this week or the start of next week. That being said I will probably be less Blogger available for a little while. At least a couple of days. Not too much more than that.

My boss was pretty decent when I gave him my notice, of course he doesn't realize how soon I'm going to be gone. I gave him a two week notice in the hopes that they will let me go this week and pay me out in lieu of notice. If they don't do that in the next day then I will simply say that I need to move up my notice and leave earlier. I figure it doesn't hurt to try though, because I can always use the extra cash.

I'd also like to thanks Heather and Bice/Mac for throwing there support behind the Quad in this time of transition and completely denouncing Cyberman on national radio. The people have spoken Cyber D and YOU ARE DONE.

3 is the Magic Number

It seems like it's been an eternity since I've had a three day weekend. It also seems to have been an eternity since I've had a weekend that wasn't completely booked up with kids activities. So, we at the House decided to take it easy, spend some of the movie gift cards we received from soccer, and catch up on some movie watching. I'll talk about what we saw, give my review, and try to go light on spoilers.

The first movie we saw was Pirates of the Carribean: At Worlds End aka Pirates 3. This movie was really long and a lot darker than the original. Darker in feel and darker in texture and visuals. There was also a tremendous body count. I would be curious to see how this movie matches up to the death tolls of other movies that carried R ratings for violence like Commando and the Terminator movies. Visually, it was fun watch and the constant double crossing became an amusing game within the movie. As in the second movie, I don't think they made good use of Keira Knightley's hotness so I can only give this movie an A-.

The second movie we saw was Shrek the Third aka Shrek 3. This was our first time to watch a movie at the Studio Movie Grill. For those that are unfamiliar with the concept, it is a movie theater fitted with tables and is extra roomy so that waiters can take you order and bring you food during while you watch your show. They give you a menu and a light up buzzer so that you can alert the waitstaff that you want something. They also have a bar and serve alcohol. By the late night show, which is the one we went to for Shrek, the smell of drunks is pretty potent. This movie wasn't as funny as the first two and my quesadilla tasted dry. My son enjoyed all you can eat pizza and really got the money's worth out of it. This all comes together to make the movie an A-.

The last movie of the weekend for us was Spiderman 3 aka Spiderman 3. I didn't find this movie as painful as Gyuss did. There was only one scene that made me cringe. The rest of it I thought was pretty decent. Thomas Hayden Church stole the movie for me as the Sandman. Really spot on. Sure, the story had some holes, but I don't believe you should overthink a comic book movie. I'm also used to comic book lore being reinvented. The Spidey lore has been redone so many times in comics, movies, cartoons, etc. that I don't feel an attachment that takes offense to seeing it redone differently yet again. The fudge brownie sundae that I ate during this movie was really tastey. The brownie was a little tough, but the ice cream was yummy. A recap: visual effects - good and bad, the story - decent with holes, dancing - bad, fudge brownie - tough, ice cream - good. That's an A- if there ever was one.

No, This Isn't Just For Heather

I just got a call from my home from my mortified seven year old daughter. She spent the night last night at a friends' house. What better way to kick off the summer right? Other than the fact that she missed her drum lesson that was already paid for, I was cool with it too.


The mother of the friend brought her home just a little while ago. When the three of them got to the door they knocked and waited for my 11 year old son to get up and answer the door. They didn't have to wait long, but when the door was opened he was standing there in nothing but his underwear. I can only imagine what the friend and the mom's reactions were, but my daughter was pissed.

I imagine the scene looked something like this.

Throw Your Hands Up

It's summer time!!! School is out for the kids and today is their first day of vacation. What does this mean for me? How about an extra half hour of sleep in the mornings? That do anything for you?

Besides that, I don't have to worry for a few months about whether the kids are doing their school work. Less stress is always a good thing and I am thrilled to be without this one for a little while. Plus, even though I don't get a long summer break like they do, I still have that same wave of euphoria that I used to get. I guess my body got so trained to enjoy the summer break that even when I don't get one anymore the feeling is still there.

Now I've just got two more weeks of the kids dance practice before the recital and then I am in the clear. At least till summer dance, soccer, and of course music lessons never seem to stop. Not to mention special camps and stuff that the kids do over the summer. The girl wants to go to a sculpting camp. I don't even know if there is such a thing. The boy wants to go to a science camp and build robots. That crap is expensive. Then there's swimming, trips, and extra library visits......Oh God!!!! I am stressed out again. I can't wait till school starts back up!

I'm Glad I Didn't Go With This Bunny

It's not that I don't think he's cute. Just look at him! That soft pink velveteen fur. That adorable vacant expression in his eyes. Those floppy ears. It's a cute rabbit. It also looks like he was in Mr. McGregor's garden again chopping up tomatoes. Look at the little scamp. He's a mess!

It's also not due to the recent criticism that this blog has received on national talk radio in regards to my submission for the best bunny pic. I can take it. I'm not sensitive. The House of Dagromm does not lay down for any audience or try to appease any groups. We strive only for our own betterment.

No, the reason this picture wasn't used is because I didn't feel that it was in the spirit of the challenge. All of the other bunnies depicted were of actual rabbits, this one I dare say is not real. Now if someone were to take him and truly love him I've been raised to believe that he could become real. Then he would qualify for the contest. So if anybody would like to do this then maybe by the next bunny challenge he will be ready.

Thanks to CNN for getting this story out to the public.

Video: Stripping for college credit*

Now, I'm considering going back to college.

Or the strip club.

I like the message that the girl has at the end. What a great honor's thesis.


Additionally, this story made me cry a little bit.

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep

It's been an off day for me. I'm running a little late, but on a lot of adrenaline, because I had a last moment job interview. I just stumbled across it yesterday when talking with a vendor that we use for staffing. She asked if I was looking at all, then backed off obviously thinking that she might be crossing some sort of line. I told her not to worry and to go ahead and tell me about what she had going on. So long story short I went in for an interview early this morning before coming in to work today.

Bad decision number one: I stayed up to late last night trying to listen to Open Mic Night. I had some connectivity issues and heard my name mentioned after a decapitation story, but before the baby in the microwave story. It's better to get some rest befoer you stumble into an interview all bleary eyed.

Weird coincidence number one: I had met the guy that I was interviewing with before hand. We had taken a prep class together for a few months. We hadn't really talked, but we recognized each other. Hopefully I didn't make to big an ass of myself in the class. I certainly wasn't quiet the whole time and the teacher and I didn't see eye to eye on a few things.

Weird coincidence number two: We were wearing the same shirt. A canary yellow long sleeve button up. It looked loads better on me. My tie and complexion really sets it off.

Bad decision number two: I wore the same clothes into work. Since it's a newer shirt and I save my better office shoes for interviews, people have been asking me all day if I had a job interview. I tell them yes. They think I'm kidding.

Bad decision number three: I wore my contacts and didn't take any allergy medicine. My left eye is very irritated now and I've had to take out that contact lens and throw it away. I'm now trying to do everything with one eye closed, which is causing it to water even more and is giving me a head ache. People now think that I didn't get the job.

The Fans Came out To Support Soccer

It's done. With the exception of still needing to track down two girls to give them their trophies and thank them for playing, the stress is over. We played a bunch of minigames in a fast paced format on Sunday and we were all exhausted afterwards. I was glad that the teams we played were ones that we hadn't played before. It's good to see some new competition. That being said, they were higher caliber teams with more experience from a higher division. It's the kind of thing that as a coach you like to see because they show the flaws that your team needs to work on. And now I've got all summer to dwell on it.

To be fair we were competitive early on while we had our better players in there, and we even won a coupleof matches with opportunities to win a couple more. Our team wore down though as the others had more players and fatigue began to set in.

The girls had a good time though playing in the stadium. They got free t-shirts, pizza, and autographs from some of the FC Dallas players. They also got to be in a parade before the game and see themselves on the jumbotron, which equates to being on TV in their heads. When they weren't having emotional blow ups at each other or wandering off they were having lots of fun. The parents looked worn out too, until the concession stands at the stadium opened and they were delighted to see that they could get smoothies with rum in them, margaritas, and of course beer.

Luckily I didn't lose any of the girls amidst all of the chaos and crowds of people. I had been having nightmares leading up to it that something like in the picture below was going to occur.

My BunnyPicture

In response to the Gyuss/Pokiman/Heather challenge to find the best bunny picture. I offer you this. Are you not entertained!!!!!!

Second Puberty

I've made the statement that one of the phases of puberty for a boy is when he decides to look into cologne or aftershave as part of his manly investment in himself. (disclaimer: This is not a story about my son) This is at the time is part of looking for a competitive advantage against other guys at getting the attention of girls. What could be better then having a girl compliment how good you smell? Actually, lots of things, but at the time it sounds really sexy. And truthfully most guys would kill to get any kind of compliment from a girl.

So, I realized this weekend that I must have entered a second puberty, because I found myself contemplating a scent again. I realized that the twelve year old bottle of Stetson that I got from the drug store for $9 was most likely not the best thing for me to put on myself anymore. It was time to move up, but what musky aroma should I select to announce my presence?

Unfortunately, I think the odors I carry with me most often are that of charcoal and soccer fields. I don't think my wife finds these odors to pleasent. Comments like, "you stink" and "take a couple of showers before you come to bed" can give one that impression. I don't know however what does smell good to women.

The smells I like are fresh bread, warm cookies, cappucinnos, and bacon. They don't sell these odors at the fragrance counter though. I asked. The closes I could find were some scratch and sniff stickers at the local party supply store. After a day of attaching these stickers all over my body and scratching myself furiously before I entered a room, I decided it wasn't worth it. Instead of having the desired reaction people moved away and apparently thought I had some sort of skin disease. It didn't help that it's allergy season and I kept blowing my nose and wiping my runny eyes. On more than one occasion while I was trying to release the scents from the stickers people asked me if I needed them to call an ambulance. Mall security followed me around like he was just waiting for confirmation to quarantine me from the general populace.

So I wen't back to the fragrance counter and began frustrating the clerk, because I had no idea what I wanted. I decided to start at the beginning of the alphabet with Armani, then Attitude, then on and on. By the time I got to Euphoria by Calvin Klein, I felt like I'd been huffing paint for an hour. Good and bad. Everything started to smell the same and since none of it smells natural per se, I didn't know what to go with.

I remembered my friend Big Dirty swearing by Tag Body Spray. He said it was so good that they had to put disclaimers on the commercials in case you were attacked by cheerleaders or women in the grocery store. I pointed out that I thought that was just kind of a joke in the commercials. Big Dirty said that, "Like God you just kind of have to go with it. Just in case". I asked the person at the counter if they carried it and she just laughed at me, said no but that I could get some at the drug store. Shit! I knew that wasn't a good sign. Not wanting to get laughed at anymore, I hurriedly picked the closest bottle on display and left. It had some Oriental script on the bottle, and doesn't smell like breakfast or dessert. Did I do good?

Thanks a lot Gyuss!!!

I wasn't going to post today. I've got a lot of meetings at work today and free lunches to crash, but Gyuss' post about a show on the new ABC fall schedule got me thinking. One of the new shows that is set for release is one based on the Geico caveman commercials. I personally enjoy those commercials in a sad lets laugh about discrimination kind of way, but that's because the commercial goes for about 20-30 seconds. I can't imagine watching it for 22 minutes. I don't know what kind of legs this thing has to stand on, but who knows. Maybe this will be the first good show on TV since Alf. I doubt it though.


I am glad however that they chose the Cavemen rather than Geico's animated gecko. I hate that thing. Why is he from England? Are geckos known for being British? When he comes on the TV a strong urge to kick someone overtakes me.


Before you say how stupid this idea is, remember that this isn't the first commercial that spawned a TV show. Max Headroom anyone??? That show certainly wasn't great, but I don't think it was the worst thing on at the time either.


So I got to thinking about what commercial concepts I would have liked to see made into regular TV series. I spent many seconds pondering this question and have carefully formulated my answers below.


Spuds McKenzie the ultimate party animal would be an instant hit as he drunkenly wobbled from one Seinfeld style episode to the next. Never speaking but always the stabilizing force amongst his wacky community.

Ray Charles and the Uh-Huh Girls. I don't know how many people remember this campaign, but I loved it. What could make it better?? A cartoon version in the vein of the Proud Family mixed with Powerpuff Girls. Ray and his bevy of beauties would teach us all some valuable lessons about life, love, and enduring through adversity. Of course there would be loads of singing too. Sound good? Uh huh!

Do you have a problem that needs fixing? Then just call Verizon Guy. He along with his globe covering "network" of associates will take on any adversary for a price. No job is to big. No job is to small. Much like they A-Team he is only a phone call away.


The Fantanas are four sassy kooky chicks that just want to sing their music and have a little fun. This update to the Monkees formula is improved by having natural flavoring and carbonation. Don't you wanta?

Sorry this took so long to post, but I got pulled into some de-motivating meetings at work and was just able to get back to it.