Bad Sandwich

Yesterday I saw about the most disgusting commercial ever. It was so sickening, we ought to censor such garbage. Totally outrageous.

The lone character was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A good old PBJ. How do you mess that up? 

Well, they did. They put peanut butter on one slice of bread, and then jelly on top of the peanut butter. 

Heathens. Everyone knows that you put the peanut butter on one piece of bread and the jelly on the other and then you smush them together. Yes, smush. You never apply the jelly on the same slice as the peanut butter. I mean, how's the jelly supposed to smush (yes, smush) over the crust of the sandwich?

It was just wrong. There oughta be a law.

Is it just me?

Is it just me, or are TV shows set up so that they all go to commercial at the same time?

I had a bout of insomnia last night. I couldn't get to sleep until about midnight and then I only slept sporadically until, half in disgust, I dressed and left the house at 6:30 for Marty walkies. So I ended up scrolling through a lot of channels for about a twelve hour period overnight.

As I was increasingly restless as time went on - you know how it is when you can't sleep as you toss and turn and the whole thing feeds on itself - I began checking out the ol' telly. Of course being restless I would start channel surfing at commercials. Yet almost invariably no matter what new channel I hit would also be on commercial.

Do you think the television powers that be actually do, actually can, do that? It sure seemed so to me last night.