Late night Pondering: So, those new ANZ ads are full of shit. I mean, generally the service there is ok...(don't try talking to anyone over the phone though) and I guess there are actually staff in there look alive. Some of them even seem to enjoy their jobs, which is always promising. But I've never been greeted by someone at the door. Ever. I've never walked into an ANZ branch anywhere and had a happy looking ANZ guy go 'Hi, Welcome to ANZ'. Ever. And I kind of want that to happen now. I mean, the ads said it would happen so I feel like I'm either hitting a really dodgy branch of the ANZ and I've been missing out all this time or....I've been lied to by advertising. Which would total destroy me. Cause it's not like I've ever had that happen before.

-Scoff-

My favourite bit of advertising at the moment is one of those lengthy infomercials, with paid actors who spend a whole hour pretending to be 'real' people chatting about how awesome some food processor/exercise machine/weight loss pill/cooker is to all their numorous friends who apparantly A. Have no homes of their own and come there to eat/self medicate/work out and B. Have nothing better to talk about. Wow. Housewives idolise these people. And thats why so many of them also idolise Valium, because it must put a totally different spin on this sort of thing. Hey - I've succombed. Late at night, whether it's due to lack of sleep or an assortment of different pain/other medication (I have pill boxes now to help me remember which day I'm up to - Medical issues: FTW!), I have this sudden urge to pick up the phone and order a Magic Bullet.

When I say sudden urge I mean intense desire. I'm thoroughly convinced that the answer to all my problems lies in this whirring, mixing, chopping, mincing phalic symbol. And you know, kitchen wise, maybe it is the answer to all my questions. The idea of being able to do everything in one step is not only the cure to many a harried would be chefs dinner schedule, but also the complete cure to laziness. You shove things in a container, press and twist. Hell even MEN think this thing is cool. It's simple enough for some of the guys I know (And this is in no way meant to offend, but I really do know some very.......special guys) - so hell there must be something there.