Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Sony BRAVIA Commercials


The Sony BRAVIA commercials simply put, rock. What's more amazing is that they are real - there's no 3D animation. They're beautiful and they are fun. Their latest one, "Play-Doh" is no exception.

My daughters absolutely love these commercials. I'll be working in the office and they will run in and jump in my lap and demand "Balls" and "Paint." I pull them up and play them full screen (I highly recommend heading to the Sony BRAVIA site and downloading the hi-res versions) on the 24 inch monitor and turn up the volume. We'll sit here and watch them over and over and over again. I'm guessing "Play-Doh" will now be added to that rotation. And you know what, I really don't mind. Because I love them as well.

I just found another commercial titled "Pyramid." This one isn't linked from the main site so I'm not sure if it's official or not. Still it's pretty cool.

Monday, February 04, 2008

The Influence of Little Einsteins

Thanks to the Little Einsteins, my daughters now know what Adagio and Allegro mean. And my youngest walks around the house constantly humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy." No complaints from me.

I'm pretty sure I didn't learn anything like that from Tom and Jerry.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Monday Pick Me Up

Not much sleep for me last night - I was tag teamed by my daughters. The youngest one was up for a couple of hours, and then right when she finally fell asleep, the older woke up crying from a nightmare.

Oh well. :/

So this Monday morning finds me bleary and a bit dazed, in desperate need of a pick me up. I picked a bad time to give up coffee. ;p But hey, that is what Metallica is for. Especially their song "Whiskey in the Jar."

And if you didn't know (like me) "Whiskey in the Jar" is a famous Irish traditional song about a highwayman, who is betrayed by his wife or lover. Those Irish know how to rock!

"Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya"