Stupid ads and such.

I have to admit, I'm the subject of my rambling thought this evening. You see, I do a little writing for an ad copy website and think when I finish an article it's beautiful beyond words. Or, as my twelve year old said describing the mountains on a trip a couple of weeks ago, breathtaking. This is the same kid that can "break wind" upon command, now that's breathtaking. Anyway, my sister read an article I'd finished and she discovered I'd spelled a word wrong. She then sent me an email pointing out my mistake. Which makes no sense at all since I live in her garage. You might be wondering why I live in her garage, it's because that's where my computer is. The article, though, was about firearms as a use of home protection and the word I spelled wrong was weapon, I spelled it weopon. Now, I know you're saying "Scott, that ain't so bad." Well, it is. I must have used that word about forty times in the article. And one thing that really wads my leaderhosen is seeing typos in print. That'll teach me to use the spell check, now won't it. But while we're on the subject of stupidity, let me share a couple of things with you. I once read, in large print, on the front page of a newspaper "Headless corpse found tied up in trash bag. Police suspect foul play." Do you think? Say it ain't so! Now there's some great detective work right there! What'a we got here, Barney? Andy, this man cut off his head and climbed into this here trash bag. Worse case of suicide Mayberry's ever seen! Stupid ads on TV kind rub me the wrong way as well. There is a sleep aid commercial on regularly that has a list of side effects a mile long and the last one is that it may cause drowsiness. Drowsiness?! Isn't that the intended effect of a sleep aid? I can't remember what the medication is for for this last one as I'm always laughing too hard when the ad comes on. But it says that the side effects include dizziness, bloody nose and a decrease in semen. Hmmm, those are the same side effects of giving your wife a vacuum cleaner for mothers day. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to write weapon 100 times on the blackboard. Have a great weekend all.