I just friggin’ love this commerical. #ca #lottery #sweetawesomeness Now if only I could win. But I guess I’m just dreamin’
Sometimes it really doesn’t matter what the commercial is for, it’s more about how it makes you feel. It’s like a little movie, made-up out-of-the best parts of every movie, you’ve ever seen, all rolled up into 30 seconds, to tell a story, to paint a picture, to make you…feel.
And that, is exactly what this commercial does.
Ow, my tummy hurts. I forgot my shorts. I’m too tired. It’s raining. I think I’m getting a cold. My feet hurt. I’m hungry. I’m running late. I don’t think I can do it. I’m a big fat whiney baby with one hundred million excuses. Don’t be an excuse. Be an answer. Yay Nike!!
Little thing I wrote for Keas.com @keas
When I started working at Keas, there was this echo I heard each day in the building. It went something along the lines of: did you take the stairs? did you take the stairs? did you take the stairs?
My answer was always: Heck no! And in my mind I was like: What? Are you crazy? Why would I do that when there’s this nice little thing called an elevator that’ll do all the work for me. And who wants to sweat all over their work clothes anyway? At least, that’s what I used to think.
But then I got a fitbit. What’s a fitbit? It’s this little gadget that tracks how many steps you’ve taken, flights you’ve climbed, miles you walked, and calories you’ve burned. It even tracks your sleep.
Once I had that little thing on my hip, my competitive bug kicked in. And one day, low and behold, I took the stairs. All 9 flights. I did sweat. A little. Of course, I’m not a dude. Men do sweat a little bit more than women b/c of their estrogen levels.
The next day I took the stairs in my apartment building, 6 flights, and the stairs up and down to the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) Train, 6 flights. And all of a sudden, the little doo dad on my hip was telling me I had climb 30 flights of stairs. And I was like….feeling totally good. Like, way better than when I was crammed on an escalator or the elevator. Although the cute guy I met this morning on the elevator was a nice bonus. (No, I didn’t take the stairs today. Progress not perfection!)
All of sudden, I started doing other active things. It’s like walking the stairs was my gateway drug. Once I started walking the stairs, I wanted to walk everywhere. I wanted to not just walk 10,000 steps a day, but 20,000. (I’ve only made it to 17,000 so far). And I didn’t just want to burn 2,000 calories a day I wanted to burn 3,000. This is a total count of all calories burned throughout the day, and not just some crazy work-out I did.
But that’s me. I get a little carried away sometimes with this stuff. It’s like all or nothing, and I really need to find the middle ground with all of it.
But I kinda love tracking all this stuff on the Keas website and on the fitbit website. I get to see how many miles I’ve walked, calories burned, and one week I made my goal to walk 10,000 steps or more a day and I did it! And got like 70 points towards the Keas Team Challenge for doing so. I love how fitness, can all of a sudden, be a game.
It’s fun! If nothing here inspired you to climb those stairs. Check out this great article about this dude that got all caught up in stair-climbing and now participates in the Empire State Building’s “Run-Up.”
Blog by: Jeannie Maria
You lint licker. Stinky McStink Face. Kumquat. Son-of-a-Biscuit eating bulldog. Cootie Queen. Hobucken.
Making up words is the best ever. And I would hug the guy in a suit for a chance to sit at a desk and press on some buttons to make words that laugh, at Orbit.
At first I thought: “This commercial is LAME.” But then I found myself going to the UNIQLO website, because the article (which a friend of mine posted on facebook) said something about winning a prize, and I like free stuff. And then I found myself playing their game. And then I won a “mystery prize.” (Which is probably something lame but like I said, I heart free stuff.) And then I found myself trying to play the game again, b/c I wanted to see if I could win another prize. Of which I could not. And then UNIQLO offered to show me ‘out-takes’ of Marlo. And then I found myself watching them.
In the end, the “stupid” commercial got me to spend a good five minutes on the website, engaged me, informed me of the grand-opening, of which I’ve memorized b/c I want my free prize.
So “stupid” apparently, in this case equals brilliant. BRILLIANT! And, I’ll probably end up spending money at UNIQLO because I overheard (word of mouth) that it’s an awesome store. And I’m a chick, which is why the cute cat was a good marketing gimmic, and chicks love clothes. Not to be stereotypical or anything, but they do. Get over it.
Eddie Money running a travel agency is hella funny. For obvious reasons. And if this commercial would have cut off at: 0.19 seconds, it would have been perfect. (you know, if you add in the quick blip about it being a Geico commercial but left out the stupid dudes on guitar ruining the whole damned thing)
I realize none of you will find this funny, because you’re all a bunch soulless excuses for a human being. JK!!! And really, this isn’t that funny. And after all this explanation I’m sure you won’t even bother laughing. Not because you have no soul (which may or may not be true) but because it isn’t funny. Now it may not be funny in a “you’re really going to laugh” sort of way. But possibly funny in a “maybe you’ll let out a little hmph” sort of way.
I write, all day long, every day. And at the end of the day, when I get here, to this little blog, I can barely put together a W and a D nevertheless the O and the R that are supposed to fit in between.
My brain is fried. HERE’s some dub step.