The birth rate is declining in Denmark, and you know that what means. More people need to get “in the mood.”
So an enterprising travel agency set out to find a way make making whoopie feel like something a Dane should do for his or her country. And if there’s anything about the video that’s not un-subtle enough, you have the tagline: “Do it for Denmark.”
Tourist commissions everywhere should take note. So sayeth the StickMonkey.
These things have made me fall back in love with the earbuds that came with my iPhone 5.
Now my earbuds actually stay in my ears, and they are very comfortable. It’s the one problem I’ve had with my iPhone 5. I kept using the older earbuds, but I really liked the sound quality of new new earbuds. For $10 bucks, problem solved.
It’s reported he already has a net worth of about $800 million, but maybe Jerry Seinfeld is worried that his wife’s use of Uber to get the kids across town might start cutting into that.
So he got a gig writing eight new commercials for Acura, which will be featured in the upcoming third season of his web series, “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.”
If you’re a fan of car ads from the ’50s and ’60s, you’ll get a kick out of them. I especially liked the one titled “Astro” – featuring a group of astronauts who splash down after visiting the moon and discover they’ll have to get their own ride home. Good thing this new luxury SUV has enough room for the space rocks…and a small alien one of the crew brought back, as well.
I didn’t fall out of my seat from laughing too hard…but I did appreciate watching a commercial for a car that didn’t require all of those ridiculous warnings about the driving being performed by professional racers and not attempting to try this at home.
I’ve bought a few things on eBay, but I’ve never sold anything – that is until yesterday. I had an old first-generation iPad that I no longer needed. I also have a first-generation iPad mini, which is still sealed in the box. I put that up for auction on eBay, too – but it didn’t sell.
And when I tried to re-list it, I found out that eBay has category limitations. I couldn’t find out what the limitation was, so I used the function that requests for eBay’s customer service department to call me. The listed wait time was 12 minutes.
I got a call in less than that time. The person who helped me was engaged and polite, empathetic, and he took the time to answer not just my category limitation question – but a few more that popped into my head while I was talking to him.
I don’t call customer service departments. It’s usually an experience that does not end well. In this case, I might have spent another couple hours trying myself to uncover what those category limitations were. It would have been futile because the eBay customer service representative who helped me told me that this information wasn’t customer-facing.
So I saved myself a lot of time and frustration, not to mention that I actually ended up in a better mood by talking to a real human being who was in a happy frame of mine and who easily transferred that happiness to me.
It makes me wonder if I should actually start trying to use those customer service numbers. But…what if my experience with eBay was just an anomaly?
Today I read an interesting and amusing article on the NPR website about what your liver would be like if you really did drink all those Vesper martinis as portrayed in the movies and books about James Bond.
Nottingham University Hospital in England embarked on a yearlong study to determine how many drinks James Bond had on a daily basis.
On average, the handsome and deadly spy consumed about six to seven drinks a day – or 45 drinks each week.
What’s more, a martini is usually far more than a single “drink” in terms of the amount of alcohol it contains (especially if you have one of my Vespers). So the authors of this study broke the consumption down to alcohol units – which makes a martini count as three.
The NPR article contains additional content about the medical consequences of consuming that much alcohol on a regular basis. Alas, even for Mr. Bond, it’s bad news for his liver and his brain. But I do appreciate how the article quotes psychiatrist Peter Martin, who directs the Vanderbilt Addiction Center, to put Mr. Bond’s drinking habits into perspective.
“You have to remember, this was the ’50s. People drank more and smoked more.” And Bond was hardly alone. “Think about how much a person like Winston Churchill drank,” Martin says. “He drank a lot! But yet he ran the effort of the western nations in the world war. So this is not unprecedented.”
It’s Friday, so perhaps tonight I will mix up a Vesper and raise my glass to the spy who apparently has pickled his liver.