A Fuzzy Memory

    For as long as I've been alive, everyone around me has scrambled to mute the television as soon as an ad comes on. In fact, it isn't even just on television. Ads on Spotify, Youtube, advertising in general is considered a nuisance of the highest degree. So why do I have such a particularly fond feeling for it? I suppose a part of it could be nostalgia, certainly, because a lot of the ads that I recall happily are ads from when I was younger and that takes me back to a...well, I won't say a better time, but, you know what I mean. Either way, advertising to me has always been a source of comfort in one way or another. Hell, sometimes, late at night, I'll even channel surf until I discover a paid programming block and just let my television relay that back at me for the next few hours uninterrupted. There's just something safe inside of the advertising world. Something familiar in a world so teeming with blatant lies and corporatism. I just don't know what that...

    When I was a little girl, before my mother remarried, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents house while my mother was at work. During this time, when I wasn't helping my grandmother deshell walnuts or gardening with my grandfather in the backyard, they plopped me in front of the television and turned on Nickelodeon. This was the early/mid nineties, to give you a vague context of time. Anyway, sitting there watching, quite frankly, a few things that will show up on this blog later on, myself and any other viewers were constantly bombarded with interstitial shorts between shows featuring FACE. And, yeah, he's pretty much what you'd come to expect. He's a colored face taking up the entire screen, whose color changes constantly, who laughs with you and talks to you and tells you what's coming up next. These days, there's entire collections of Face videos on Youtube, and people have made their own even. Face is by no means completely forgotten, but I do think ...