Upfrusted (-adj.) – to be frustrated and upset at the same time.
I’m sure many of us are upfrusted these day. Upfrusted with just about…. everything! Civil unrest in North Africa, fear-spiking commodity traders making gas prices go up. Lack of jobs to pay for the more expensive gas, and so on. I did find it amazing that the job market in my local area has started kicking back into gear now, but Spring Break is here, and those kids can never seem to get enough of a party. We’re going to be here to make sure they get to where they want to be, and even if they don’t tip well, another reason Northwest Florida workers get upfrusted, hope they survive another annual binge long enough so they will do it again next year. Apparently, there is no stopping those students whom invade our beaches like lemmings stampeding to the coast. Their time will come. Once they hit the Miracle Strip and make up the world’s longest parking lot on Front Beach Rd and Thomas Drive as they look for Club La Vela, and other various party places, they will become upfrusted, too. Being upfrusted spares no one. One can only hope that after the mood wanes things can get much, much better.
I don’t watch much TV, just the few shows you might have seen reviewed here, some movies, and news, maybe some cartoons occasionally. I really prefer my PC and PS3 games to TV. I’ve never seen American Idol or Jersey Shore, so I really don’t care who might be the next big thing or about whoever Snooki might be. These are just media fodder to me. My mainstay channels are Discovery, Syfy, The History Channel, CNN, BBC, and some HD stations like Palladium. Sadly, a nasty trend has taken over my favourite cable networks, and I don’t think it’s going away soon. THOSE LOUD COMMERCIALS THAT SPLIT YOUR EARS! You know the ones, used for multitudes of meds, that go on and on about how many side effects they might have, that you forget exactly what the medicine itself was for, and all those testosterone boosters. The man needs to fix his testicles, not his ears, you Madison Avenue idiots!
I really should not have to talk like I’m at a Little John concert at Club La Vela on Panama City Beach when I’m in own living room in Chipley. It’s fine if these networks want to carry these sponsors, but can’t the advertising agencies take a clue from Samantha and Darrin on Bewitched and come up with hot new products and slogans like they did back in the 60s, instead of using every nanometer of our surround sound systems to push Progene or Onglyza? Even CNN’s Robin Mead and Jennifer Westoven discussed the bad implications of these way too loud commercials, even though the same sponsors run their ads on CNN. Read more...(310 words, 1 image, estimated 1:14 mins reading time)