I Can’t Stand Her, Doin’ What She Did Before

Did anyone else find the Comcast commercial in which the mother lip-syncs the Andrea True Connection’s “More More More” (1976 #4) to her son, while sitting at a cozy restaurant table, a little, I don’t know, strange and creepy? If not, consider the day job of the woman who originally performed the song “More More More,” then think again about a mother and son and eeeeeeww. Perhaps it’s not an accident that the commercial (for, you know, a corporation that regulates Internet access) is unavailable on Myspace’s Super Bowl ads site (it aired late during the 2nd quarter, right?), and really, anywhere else on the Web. Maybe it was a local ad?

Also, from the “next time, just stay home and watch the Super Bowl” news desk, I left the game at halftime–right after the above commercial–to see a Six Organs of Admittance show. Yeah, I know. Did I miss anything? I was planning on coming home after the show to watch the DVR’d game, but as it happens 99% of the time when I record sports to watch later, they go over the allotted time, and I miss the end. Again, I’m an idiot.

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I’ve been quiet here for a spell, obviously; mostly school and writing the first edition of this column, which I’m pretty happy with (not totally happy, but hey). Thanks to Matthew for advice on the title, to which I was cool at first, but once I found that picture, yeah. If you’ve not read it but have read this site with any regularity, ever, the second half won’t totally shock you; it’s a smoothed-out, non-cranky distillation of what I’ve been writing here for a couple years. The first half of the column–or perhaps the revelation of my first fan fascination therein–might raise an eyebrow or two, though. I’ll expand on that here, soonish; there’s a lot of tangential stuff I had to leave out.

Until then: