Snap Into a Slim Jim!

Ladies, gentelmen, dear readers, welcome to my new home.

My name is Patrick, and I work as a master control operator for a television station in the Mid-West. As you may have guessed, watching television is a big part of my job.

Growing up, my sister and I used to watch a lot of pre-recorded television. We had VHS (and Beta!) tapes full of old cartoons from the mid-80's all the way up to the early 90's. We grew up watching the same old episodes of My Pet Monster, The Real Ghostbusters, Yogi Bear, and ALF. As an adult, I find myself re-watching these tapes, and it takes me back to better times.

As much as I love all my cartoons, I find that the part that excites me more is the advertising. There's something about old commercials that makes me all tingly inside. I've tried time and time again to figures out exactly what it is that I love, but I can't seem to pinpoint it.

As I mentioned earlier, I watch television professionally. I see a lot of commericals. And while there are a lot of really effective, entertaining commercials, very rarely do they capture the same spark as older ones do.

In this blog, I'll be bringing you commercials that I grew up with, commericals that interest me, and hell, maybe even modern commericals that capture my attention. I hope to update this thing at least once a week.

So, without further adu... let's bring on the commericals!

Our first commercial comes to us from the good people at Slim Jim. I remember watching wrestling when I was younger, back when it came on right before American Gladiators on Saturday mornings.

In this series of commericals, Macho Man Randy Savage would give us clear, well thought-out reasons why we should enjoy his stick-shaped meat product.

And by that, I mean he just yelled a lot.

Randy Savage was really just a more extreme version of the Kool-Aid man, busting through walls and telling us to SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!

As entertaining at these spots were, I have to point out that my first experience with a Slim Jim was pretty disappointing. I had to learn the hard way that Slim Jims don't snap. They just kinda bend. I felt extremely let down. If I couldn't take the word of Macho Man Randy Savage, then who else could I trust? I still carry that burden to this day.

Randy Savage's days of glory, like Miss Elizabeth, have long since died. I think, though, that anytime someone is disappointed when they bite into a Slim Jim, they'll think of the Macho Man.

Until next time!