Public Service Announcements, Mystery Smells, and Bad Spelling
I was sitting here a few minutes ago, in my underground walk-in closet with the pole still intact, and smelled cinnamon.
And how could that be? I’m home alone, and none of the windows are open. How could a strong smell just suddenly waft through here, then disappear? I seriously have no explanation.
Do you think I’m having a stroke?
And I’m proud to announce that I spelled cinnamon correctly on the first attempt. I have trouble with that word; I always want to have one N and two Ms. I also struggle with occasionally, in case you were wondering.
What words cause you trouble, over and over? I’ve tried to come up with little tricks to remind me how to spell cinnamon and occasionally the right way, but when it comes time to type one, I only remember that I devised a trick and nothing else. Maybe I should invent tricks to remind me of all my tricks?
I simply don’t know.
While driving home from work last night I switched on the George Noory Show, as usual, and hoped for the best. Sometimes that show is really interesting and mind-blowing, and other times they have crushingly dull guests who pontificate at length about how accomplished and amazing they are.
But last night I turned on the radio at the beginning of a long series of public service announcements. It went on and on, and I started to wonder if a piece of equipment at the station had malfunctioned, and was just repeatedly firing.
I heard PSAs about all the major diseases, including glaucoma in black males. In addition, there were a few strange ones. Possibly full-body cancer, the thick piss, and empty sac syndrome (ESS)? Some seemed out of date, maybe Think Metric! or something about ration points? I was barely listening.
But it continued for an incredible length of time, and at some point I looked at the radio, frowned, and hollered “What the fuck, man??”
I know radio stations are required to run a certain amount of those things, and they put them on in the middle of the night when only the mental patients are listening. But last night they must’ve had a backlog that needed to be resolved.
And since we’re on the subject, there’s a PSA that always bothers me. It features some woman SCREAMING at a kid, and saying stuff like, “I wish you’d never been born!” I turn it off every time. I hate that thing, and wish someone would scissor-kick that evil bitch in the neck.
Anyway.
When I was a kid there was a PSA on TV, possibly about breast cancer. It had a woman singing a song with the lyrics, “I want to write a novel that will bring the world to tears…” and that sort of thing.
It showed a woman lounging in soft-focus on top of a hammock, with the song about dreams playing over it. Then, a harsh male voice: “Janie died.”
Do you remember that? I’d love to see it again. I’ve done Google and YouTube searches for years, with no luck.
And I know this is a long-shot, but have there been any public service announcements that really got to you in some way? Maybe it irritated you, or touched you, or was just memorable for unknown reasons? Tell us about it, won’t you?
And I need to go back to work now. Last night sucked a thousand eggs, and the possibility of a replay makes me very sad indeed.
I’ll leave you now with a really funny post at Aaron Starmer’s blog. I hope you’re reading his stuff, because it’s excellent.
And I’ll see you guys tomorrow.
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I am the early poster!
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broccoli
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safe!
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Whoo hoo!
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The PSA that just reduces me to tears…. every. single. time. is the Humane Society. They show the abused and neglected animals which not only raise my blood pressure but actually “hurts” my heart. God love those babies and the torture they have endured. I have a soap box I stand on quite frequently when someone who has been arrested for animal abuse and the only punishment is a slap on the wrist…..GRRRRR.
I have a friend who adopted a dog from the Pug Rescue. She is an absolutely angel with little permanently splayed toes due to being caged her entire life. MOTHER F*$#er’s.
OK…I’m done.
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I don’t rilly have any speeling problims. I guess these don’t count as PSAs, but I can’t deal with the commercials for the Humane Society that show all those horribly abused animals. There is one that has one of those shaky, trembly breeds of dog, and the caption says something about the dog having spent her entire life in a cage being bred numerous times.
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Oh snap, bikerchick!!
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Usually mystery smells are signs of an impending seizure not a stroke…just FYI. The other day I was walking into ‘The Kroger’ and got a brief whiff of pad thai and I thought maybe the deli had gone upscale. Have no idea where it came from.
PSA’s I tend to just ignore. But the Broadview Security ads are annoying as hell. You know the people monitoring the alarms are not sitting in anything approaching the hi-tech centers they show in the ads. Probably some guy wearing a wife-beater sitting in a single-wide outside of town with a police scanner.
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Right back at ‘cha Ms. Dick!!
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I’ve long had trouble remembering how to spell “guess,” but I think I’ve finally got it down. For years I would spell it “geuss,” because that simply looks “more right” than the actual right way (to me, anyway).
You have tricks to remember how to spell “cinnamon”? How often do you need to spell “cinnamon”? So often that it’s worth memorizing a trick? What are you, a cook-book editor on the side? Or is that mysterious warehouse job of yours with a food company or grocery distributor, and you constantly need to put in orders for cinnamon?
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Re: PSAs. I don’t think the FCC requires radio or TV stations to run Public Service Announcements anymore. It was a requirement in the ’60s and ’70s, and when I was a college DJ in the early ’80s it was still a requirement. But I think the law was dumped sometime in the ’80s as part of a Ronald Reagan deregulation thing. So now PSAs are made and run solely to fill time when a radio station has a gap in their schedule, but no paid advertisement to fill that gap. So whatever station you were listening to is probably on the verge of bankruptcy due to lack of advertisers. Cost-to-Coast A.M. has a certain number of their own national ads, and then space for each local station to run its own ads. Your station probably had nothing to run, so played whatever PSAs were lying around (some probably from the ’60s and ’70s when those things proliferated).
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I have a hard time remembering how to spell “weird”, and I have the occasion to use the word regularly.
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And, regarding PSAs that are memorable — it’s safe to say that the “Crying Indian” is the most famous TV PSA of all time. Famous because it was touching and very effective at getting its message across.
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I learned it from YOU!!
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I’m gonna have to echo bikerchick and zoe whistle dick. The animal abuse PSAs are heartbreaking to watch, as are episodes of Animal Cops (and the like). My blood boils just thinking about them. I don’t advocate violence, but an eye for an eye sometimes just seems fitting.
Years ago, the “This is your brain on drugs” PSAs used to annoy me because those people who needed to understand the message most were so loaded that they thought watching an egg sizzling on a hot griddle was the height of hilarity and awesomeness. Message definitely not received.
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Here’s a new one:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ynews/ynews_ts1504
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Can’t take the animal abuse commercial with “Angel” playing in the background. I have to change the channel or look away from the TV or it will bring a tear to my eye every time. I have a real soft spot for animals. You could execute people in the street in front of my house and I would sit on the porch and eat popcorn but I can’t take anything bad happening to animals. We had to have one of our pets put to sleep last week and I did some calculations and figured out that other than something pet or animal related, I haven’t shed a tear in something like 15 years.
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Sorry for your loss, JDL.
Swami, thanks for the info about tv stations not having to run PSAs anymore. Our local CBS affiliate will air a blip of a PSA for bipolar disease during CBS Sunday Morning. Sometimes they cut Nelson Mandela off mid-first word, too. They’ve been doing this FOR YEARS! maybe even a decade! Why do they even bother? If it’s just to fill time, then they shouldn’t run over the first 8 -30 secs of the actual show. I don’t know why this annoys me so. I always thought they were checking off a box somewhere to fill an obligation to keep their FCC license. Now I know they’re just doing it for sport.
That’s my rant for the day.
oh, the animal cruelty PSA gets to me, too. I turn it off quickly or I’d be a mess. another that gets to me (and CBS cuts this one off, too.) is the one about prostrate cancer. The little boy is trying to play catch with a mannequin and the mitt falls to the ground. My husband had prostate cancer two winters ago and I had to face the possibilty that our son would have to go thru that. – not the playing catch with a mannequin, cause I can do better than that, but … you get what I’m saying.
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I spelled “mannequin” right without help but mis-spelled “prostate.”
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ALBUQUERQUE- I have a terrible time with that word and a few others but that one I have to use fairly often. Oh embarassing- i have a hard time with that one.
PSA- i agree about the animal ads that is awful that and starving children. horrid to watch.
@Brynhilder- yes whenever i saw the brain on drugs commercial i thought it was funny and i wanted to eat eggs.
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Funniest fake PSA: Reno 911, a policeman telling people in broken Spanish not to drive while holding a mattress on the car roof.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen that one in real life. Same goes for paneling from Home Depot.
And Albuquerque does throw me for a loop. That’s why I only mention Santa Fe.
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The “I mind very much if you smoke” PSA and “Cross at the green, not in between” PSA always stuck in my craw as did one for the Fresh Air Fund when the announcer asked some kid if he’d ever been on a farm before (kid’s from the ‘hood – clearly not a farm hand).
I echo the sentiments of everyone who gets misty eyed over the Humane Society ad. I actually scream at Sarah McLaughlin when that commercial comes on because it immeditaly puts me in a foul mood.
I still mess up spelling the word “occassionally”
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At their best I generally find most PSAs to be ineffective and preachy with saccharine overtones. At their worst they alienate their target audience with poor attempts to be edgy and “real” (especially the anti-drug and anti-tobacco ads).
Given my contempt for this advertising genre I hate to admit that as a kid I remember a PSA ad put out by the Mormons (or Latter Day Saints as the revisionist historians in Salt Lake City insist on calling themselves). The ad featured a father hard at work in a home office and his kid(s ?) pestering him to come out and look at something in the family camper. Dad eventually relents and when he steps into the camper the door is slammed shut, locked, and mom drives the family off on vacation. The not so subtle message of “spend time with your kids” is a good one that has always resonated with me even if I’ve never been a big fan of it’s sponsor.
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And JDL – sorry for your critter passing.
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The one PSA I always remember is the anti-drug one with Rachel Leigh Cook. The one where she holds up an egg (“This is your brain”) and then smashes it with a frying pan (“This is your brain on drugs”). Good stuff!
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Tilly “yes whenever i saw the brain on drugs commercial i thought it was funny and i wanted to eat eggs.”
Strange. It always made me want to eat brains.
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A PSA I partially remember, is one that aired during the winter during the 70′s, premise was Flashing Blue Lights = Snow Plows, stay outta the way. It was produced in classic NFB cartoon style (think Cat Came Back) that had some character driving a little car he could barely see out of, causing havoc with the flashing blue lit snow plow. In the end, if I rememebr right, the plow buried him under a mountain of snow and drove off with the happily flashing blue light closing the scene.
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You would be correct Swami about the “Crying Indian” PSA. I was about 4-5 years old when that was being aired and I it made a huge impact on me. To this day I NEVER litter, and if I’m driving and a passenger does, I turn around and give them 2 choices 1) Pick it up, 2) Start walking. Scorecard to date: Pick it up-4…Start walking-1.
Damn I was glad to get that asshole out of the car! BONUS!
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The word nessecary…or necessary? I never really know. I usually just type and hope for the best.
As for PSA…yeah…I live in the southern suburbs of chicago, and there’s a hip hop radio station that I like to listen too in the morning (although I hate hip hop, I enjoy the morning show)…and they have so many PSA’s on their station, I seriously want to pull my radio out of the dash and throw it out the window…and did you ever notice, it seems that ALL radio stations go on break at exactly the same the time?!?! UGH! So I can’t even change it, I’m just surrounded by commericials.
Bikerchick, the abused animals PSA’s get me everytime too…
The one’s I find especially hilarious though are the ones about Life Alert, where there is an old woman on the floor reaching for a phone and yelling, ‘Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!’ I’m sorry, but that’s funny…I truly am sorry.
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I cant spell “recommend” worth a damn. I always have to go back and take out a C.
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I’m lying, I’m not sorry…It’s funny.
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…and the world gently turns. Are still holding on?
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Wow! That doesn’t work well with out “U”!!!
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I have trouble spelling restaurant – I probably misspelled it just then. I often think of a different word rather than type one in which I’m not sure of the spelling. How sick is that?
I smelled unexplained bacon while driving in my car the other day. I was convinced that I had a tumor the size of a grapefruit on my brain, or something like that.
I know it’s not a PSA, but I can’t stand those stupid ass Allstate commercials. Are you in good hands? Go fuck yourself.
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In our family we smell roses when someone close is about to die. Strange.
The animal abuse ones get me too. Have to leave the room or shut it off completely. Can’t stand hearing that song anymore because I think of abused pets.
Yahoo also has an ad that shows the most pitiful little dog, and it just kills me.
We’ve taken in two rescue dogs and found them good homes.
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My most memorable incident with phantom smells was years ago when I was in school and walking around campus with a friend. I suddenly smelled a lovely watermelon scent. It was sweet and delicious, so I commented to my friend, “Mmmmm, I smell watermelon.” My friend elbowed me in the ribs and I turned to see a group of 4-5 Black students standing nearby. They were not amused. I proclaimed my innocence and insisted that I really did smell watermelon. “Really. I swear. No, really. You don’t smell that? I’m not joking or being rude. Really.”
Had one of the group not been a good friend since grade school, I might have been in some deep doo-doo. For long afterward, I had to endure endless ribbing by the two friends who were present that day. “I smell watermelon, don’t you?” became the inside joke. I can’t tell you how long it took me to live that one down.
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Commercial radio drives me nuts, due to the first word of my post. Can’t stand it. That leaves me NPR, which I don’t have a problem with. West Virginia Public Radio plays classical music from 9 til 3, and I’m in hog heaven. What I’ve noticed during the network shows, is that they all take a break at 20 minutes after the hour and 40 minutes after the hour. Listen to The Car Guys. They even divide their show into three “halves”. I think it probably has something to do with the union the board operators belong to. Clintcurtis could verify that. How ’bout it, CC. Am I right?
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I see “tomorrow” misspelled all the time. It seems it’s often the same deal – which consonant gets doubled, which doesn’t?
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I remember that “Janie died” PSA very well. It was on a lot. Others I remember from years ago (and searched for unsuccessfully on youtube etc.):
It starts with one of those wind-up cymbal-playing monkeys. The camera slowly zooms in on it as it does its percussion thing, while a young girl voice-over says “Some people say that people who do drugs have a monkey on their back.” When the camera arrives at a really tight close-up of the toy monkey, it suddenly cuts to a tight shot of a real monkey, sharp teeth bared, and a loud scary shriek. It startled the shit out of me the first time I saw it!
Another one I’d like to see again featured a dad and his son doing various activities, always with the kid emulating what his dad is doing. For instance, dad is washing the car, and the kid is helping with a squirt gun and a big sponge. All the while there is a really catchy tune playing. So at the end it shows the two of them sitting under a big tree, and the dad takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up as his kid looks on. Then a voice-over says “Go ahead – think about it”
Does anyone else remember these?
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robin Reply:
February 13th, 2011 at 10:48 pm
I remember Jennie not Janie, I know the words to the verses! I am still looking , It is awsome to stumble on three people today that remembered.
I want to see the sun come up another 50 years,
I want to write a novel that will bring the world to tears.
And I want to see Venice.
I want to know whats out there beyond the furthest star!
I even want to go there if we ever get that far,
I want to see my kids have kids I want to see them free.
I want the most of me.
I want to live, I want do dance, I want to breathe,
VOICE of Publc service announcer,
Jennie died on an endless road
(drunk driving psa)
its not exact but its vivid, I thought her on a swing, but a hammock makes sense I was about 8 years old. it resignates with me today!I can’t find it anywhere.
I did fine Jenny on one psa and it looked like her with long dark hair, and the description said There were 3 PSA’s made featuring Jennie, (so close yet so far)
I am still looking today, that is how I stumbled upon this “blog”
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wvairman Reply:
June 19th, 2011 at 11:01 am
I have been looking for that as well, I thought it was Jaimie or Jainie, your recollection of the song is amazing.
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todd jennings Reply:
July 7th, 2011 at 10:20 am
My GOSH! I have searched for that for YEARS! As popular as it was you’d think someone would surface with a copy. All of my searches have been fruitless.
In the ‘Simpson’s Movie’ didn’t some character fall off the Springfield Dome and his last words were ” I never got to see Venice”?
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Brynhildr – Giving the things I have been called, that would not have bothered me, I’m still trying to live down some of my own faux pas’s.
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JDL – sorry to hear about your critter. My condolences.
Definitely. Could never spell that. Is that right?
I concur with the other Surf Reporters about the animal abuse ads. Just can’t watch them. And the “this is your brain on drugs” PSA always made me laugh. The Indian definitely (!) did a number on me, too. I never litter to this day because of it, like Sydney.
Happy Wednesday, Surfers!
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Oh yeah, I almost forgot – my smelly story:
Our last flat here in SF was built in 1900 and was THRASHED when we bought it. Luckily, it was all mostly cosmetic stuff, and we brought it back to all of it’s high Victorian glory. When we started peeling wallpaper and getting down to some of the original stuff, we used to smell old man aftershave – I think it’s called Bay Rum – especially in one room. When we did the kitchen, we used to smell apple pies baking. Now, I don’t really believe in that sort of stuff, but this happened SO OFTEN and to so many people, I kinda have to take pause. As soon as we finished the house, it stopped. We figured they must have been supervising and liked what we did. Weird.
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I learned it by watching you!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-Elr5K2Vuo
I also turn into a puddle at the animal abuse PSAs. :’(
Words I have trouble with: recommend, occasional, harass, aggressive, and several words of French origin, such as silhouette, hors d’oeuvres, and insouciant. So like, I’d be totally screwed if I had to write a complaint about a deviant coworker:
“I recommend you discipline Mr. X for his occasional sexual harassment. Just yesterday at the office party he stuck a cardboard silhouette of his genitals into the hors d’oeuvres. He may act insouciant about the whole thing, but I know he was aggressively sending me a message.”
They just wouldn’t be able to take me seriously with all the misspellings.
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I have trouble with gofuckyourself. Some people correct me and tell me that’s really three words. I just say… “shoveitupyourass”.
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A PSA I remember from when I was a kid featured a kid and his grandpa in a fishing boat.
Kid: Grandpa, Jimmy said I was prejudiced. What does that mean ?
Grandpa: Who’s Jimmy ?
Kid: Jimmy is one of my Jewish friends.
Grandpa: Well, you are prejudiced … because you think of Jimmy as your Jewish friend and not simply as your friend.
The ad was kind of funny because of the overacting on the kid’s part but the message was so memorable that I’ve probably qouted it verbatim and I haven’t seen it in over 30 years. I also remeber the dad/son washing the car /smoking ad very well. The tag line was ” Like father, Like son ? … think about it . “
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Good Night Surf Reporters…..
the smell of cinnamon … and a brief moment of .. is it a tumor?
Well, years ago me pa went into business w/ two others, and the one partners acting a little quiffey after a year or so. Then the phantom odors wafted about..
Orange peels, pencil shavings, burning;coffee, paper, candles(?), old books, what the hell is that smell…?
By the time the diagnosis was made, too freakin’ late. Inside the old noggin was a mass about the size of a lemon, lime.. ain’t got much time…
Beware the cinnamon
The most effective & scary PSA?
Dad: Billy? What’s this? Who taught you to do this?!?!
Billy: I LEARNED IT FROM YOU, DAD!!! I learned it from watching you…..
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“Like Father, Like Son” PSA:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gECLtmK9Uuo&feature=related
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“I Learned It By Watching You” PSA:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-Elr5K2Vuo
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tomarow
tommarrow
tommarow
tomarrow
I still probably don’t have it right.
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I forgot the smell thing…. My mother died a little over ten years ago. It was devistating for me as it was sudden. Soon afterward while walking my dogs around the neighborhood, I would walk through a “cloud” or some such and I could smell my mother’s perfume she always wore. This went on for a few years happening further and further apart until it stopped. No one…and I mean NO ONE…wore that horrid perfume but mom. We all tried to give her a hint by buying another perfume for birthday’s, Mother’s Day..etc…to no avail. But when Bab’s made her mind up that was the end of it.
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I have always had trouble with separate and dependent (only one of which I got right without spell check)…it’s the damned second syllable vowels that always throw me for a loop.
Anyway…as far as PSAs are concerned, I always hated the “this is your brain on drugs” one with the egg in the frying pan…no…that’s Breakfast, not my brain on drugs. But thanks for playing. It’s inciting a tiny internal riot just thinking about it…
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“I learned it from watching you” brought back memories of an earlier PSA, which has forever caused me to think of the pronunciation “aero-plane glue” whenever I see a tube of airplane glue:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_mC6EZ8Jpk
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Brynhildr: Regarding your watermelon story — thank you for my laugh of the day.
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I know I am a wimp but as s child the crying Indian made me cry every. single. time. If my mom was in the kitchen knowing I was watching TV and all of a sudden heard me crying she would holler “Is that the Indian again? Honey he is not really sad, ok? It is just a commercial. We shouldn’t litter!!!”
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todd jennings Reply:
July 7th, 2011 at 10:21 am
That actor wasn’t even a Native American!
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I don’t know how I forgot this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtOLLLbekec
VD is for everyone!
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Lately in Atlanta, there has been a PSA about pedestrians…
a teenager is talking about the drive to school, “we were just laughing, talking… we never saw those people, etc”… The announcer comes on and says, “please watch out for pedestrians, just think of the impact you can have”
… think of the impact you can have… classic scripting!
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Ah, the good-old innocent days when the only thing we had to worry about with unprotected sex was “VD.” No painful death, or lifelong drug cocktail regimens, or incurable itching sores that recur every few months for the rest of one’s life. Just plain ol’ “VD” which could be cured by a visit to the local medical clinic.
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Was the crying Indian guy not really a native American Indian?-I seem to remember some such urban myth like thing about that.
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WOW, Surf Reporters – thanks for the stroll down memory lane.
Jersey Scott, I remember the Prejuduce PSA
Ed – THAT cigarette PSA was another one I was thinking about “Go Ahead – think abut it” but I couldn’t remember the tag line.
Great topic, Jeff!
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I never would have believed that, F.S., but according to Wikipedia you are correct — he was an Italian.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crying_indian
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Restaurant (five tries just now) and Albuquerque (gave up after seven, had to look it up) give me the most trouble. Other than that…not much.
And I am with Bikerchick, the animal abuse ones really get to me. That’s why I don’t like going into pet stores, adoption centers, etc, because I want to take every single animal home.
And for some strange reason, I only see that one on VH1 Classics when I am watching Metal Mania. I don’t get the correlation.
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It sounds like what probably happened was the station lost its feed to the show for whatever reason (satellite or ISDN problems) and the poor schmuck working there was probably scrambling his ass off for stuff to put on the air. I’ve worked in radio and have had a satellite feed go out like that, and it is not a fun situation.
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dogberryjr – regarding eating brains… here is a PSA that I recently came across while doing drug abuse research. Not for the squeamish, though.
http://www.toxicjunction.com/get.asp?i=V1567
Gretchen — love the VD ad! Classic. Somehow missed that one when I was a young’un. Must have run after my bedtime.
I dreamed of the Crying Indian last night. He assured me that it was my duty to rat out my mother’s neighbor to his employer. You see, the idjit works for an environmental services company yet has no qualms about leaving his litter on the ground if it falls out of his work truck (which incidentally has the company logo emblazoned on the side). No problem. The trash will roll or be blown downhill and one of the neighbors will pick it up. It would give me no shortage of satisfaction if the assrabbit lost his job for that kind of hypocrisy.
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Thanks, Brynhildr, now I’m hungry again.
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Thanks to those who pointed the way to the “Like Father, Like Son” ad. The dad looks like a hooligan and the kid is a lot smaller than I remembered – I guess it’s because I was about the same age as he when I used to see it.
Now if I can just find the scary monkey ad…
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“I want to see the sun come up another 50 years. I want to write a novel that will bring the world to tears….” [then something about I want to laugh, I want to cry.. but I'm not sure about that part.
[Janie] was killed by a drunk driver.
Featured a black-and-white video clip…
I, too, I have searched multiple times for that…
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“…I want to watch the sun come up another fifty years…
….I want to write a novel that will bring the world to tears…
….and I want to see Venice” Janie was killed on a dark deserted stretch of hi-way by a drunk driver…(on her sixteenth birthday?) …”…and I want to see Venice~~~….”
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“I want to watch the sun come up another 50 years
I want to write a novel that will bring the world to tears
I want to dance, I want to love, I want to breathe…
Janie died, because a lonely man was driving, drunk out of his mind. Help get the problem drinker off the road…
And I want to see Venice!”
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The PSA featuring the song – I Want To Watch The Sun Come Up – was a drunk driving PSA from about 70-72.
I have it on vinyl
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I remember the “Janie died…” PSA well because my friend Brian misheard the lyrics and thought the song said, “and I wanna see Janice”. We used to laugh every time that PSA came on. Fuck you Janie! Who gives a shit about your fucking Venice dreams? Fuck Janice too. And while you’re at it, open a beer for me. They’re in the cooler behind the driver’s seat.
I was thinking about that PSA (circa 1975) today and did a Google search on “and i want to see venice” and found you guys. Amazing the random shit we collectively post on the internet.
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