In the video “Paranoid,” filmmaker Sean O’Riordan posits what would happen if our offline activities were tracked like our online behavior:
Of course, there’s a little bit of truth in all sarcasm. With all of our grocery and other loyalty cards, not to mention EZ-Pass transponders, Foursquare check-ins and more, the fictional paranoia in O’Riordan’s video is only a hop, skip and a jump away from reality.
Still, the prophylactic flyer inserted into the mail slot near the end of the video is hilarious.
The gas station we passed on the way home from Benjamin’s basketball game must have inspired the question.
“Dad, when people get their car fixed, why do they always walk home after?”
“We only see that because of the garage that is right down the street from us,” I answered. “Most people have to get a ride, rent a car, or get a loaner car. You’ve seen Mom and I do that. We’ll both drive to the dealership to drop off one of the cars, and then we give each other a ride home.”
“That’s one of the good things about getting married,” he said without skipping a beat. “You can give each other rides.”
This 6-month-old video has likely made a few rounds through parental bloggers and other memes, but The Parent Rap from bluefish.tv appeared on my radar via Facebook on Saturday night. I have watched it at least a half dozen times since.
Look for these Commuterdaddy-ish moments:
“Got my second seat belt if we crash head on.”
“Traded in his Porsche for an old sedan.”
“Wrestle car seats into place without spilling my mug.”
“I’m off in the morning to make that cheese / You may not know yet that it doesn’t grow on trees.”
Sandy is forcing many to work from home today — if at all, depending on the power situation in your neighborhood.
I was asked earlier today by a distant colleague how things were going on Cape Cod. I replied that I would certainly not be riding my bike today. Mullet Marathon New England confirms that assessment:
Guess today will be an indoor training day. Thanks, Bobby, for the official word.
(The dog that chases Bobby near the end looks like one that lives right up the street from Commuterdaddy Central. Bad dog! It’s not very neighborly to attack a local reporter providing a public service.)
We can’t get enough of this Little Caesar commercial. We all agree it exemplifies our household from the perspective of both the shirtless diner and the disembodied voice in background establishing the rule.