Oh, Natasha

Well, I guess even though the internet lied, it ended up being true that sweet Natasha Richardson died tragically. But, I am happy to read today that she will be an organ donor.

Taking about organ donation as a way to "live on" is tacky and lame, though. There are all manner of ads on the subway here about organ donation (eyes, the gift of sight) that kid of gross me out. Organ donation is so rad, but it is not our key to immortality.

E*Trade/Baby Ads

Terrible. Truly awful. Why is this animatronic robot baby talking like a frat boy? How is this to do with internet stock trading? Why is the baby mean to others? Why does it flirt with other babies? Why does it make me (fondly?) think of that dancing baby on Ally McBeal? Gross. The whole thing is disjointed, bizarre and altogether disconcerting in a way that makes me want to have children less, because I am afraid that my weird robot baby will sit in his high chair and trade internet stocks in an effort to supplement our family income. Ick.
There are a lot of commercials I hate, but having seen this series last night during the Superbowl and at the movie theater the day before, I am fed up.