I favor strict gun control laws. I saw Crash, so I know anything can happen when foreign people, bad cops and Sandra Bullock get near firearms. But I am pro-bullets. MAGIC Bullets. The infomercial for this blender-to-end-all-blenders is an hour-long slice of heaven. When will the Emmy committee recognize that some of the best writing for television is not on prime time, its on like, the Discovery Home Channel at like, 7:30am.
I grew up on Ron Popeil, a man who is oft overlooked when people need a tan-person reference. When did George Hamilton become the end-all tan-all to this discussion? Popeil positively glows like he might himself spend time in one of the rotisserie ovens he hawks to incredulous sweater-wearing middle-Americans. And thus, with Ron, began my life of infomercial addiction. I have loved every minute spent with Susan Powter and her crusade to stop insanity caused by eating butter (you could eat ONE TABLESPOON of butter, or for the same amount of fat, 200 potatoes! YOUR choice, Oinkadoink!), Amazing Discoveries, Tony Little, I could go on and on. I also love those not-quite-infomercials for Oxi-Clean. (Which is a product that I really, truly do endorse – it has saved many a white shirt. It’s like, exactly what you think would happen if an angel pissed on your whites.) Those ones are too long to be commercials but too short to be real programming. It’s like 4 minutes of drab, yellowed “befores” and the white, bright “afters” that occur when you apply this stuff to your clothes. I especially love seeing half a lace curtain dipped in a bucket and comparing the clean bottom half to the iodine-and-blood-covered top half. Which brings me to “Who gets iodine on their clothes?”. Unless you are a scientist, where is the iodine coming from? Lets get real, tell me how to get skidmarks off my undies and sex juice off my sheets but don’t tell us non-nerds how to remove iodine, isn’t that shit poison?
My most favoritest of all infomercials is the Magic Bullet, though Oxi-Clean which runs a close second. It is a complete 21-piece kitchen set which, if you call in the span of a perpetual, never-ending next 10 minutes, will magically bulletify into TWO 21-piece sets that can quickly turn an ordinary evening into an extraordinary one in mere seconds. I can chop and onion in three seconds with this shit! Make a berry smoothie in SEVEN mother-effing seconds! I am not lying! All for $99.99 plus $39.98 S/H.
There is no question, the Magic Bullet makes everything. And fast. Slow cooking is for assholes, we learn from the two most excited humans ever to make chicken salad and “frozen coffee drinks”, she with a flippy hairstyle, he with a “British” accent reminiscent of hairstylist Nick Arrojo of TLC’s What Not To Wear (I watch more TV than most people, I understand that). Buy the Bullet and you can make your dinner, eat it, make yourself a frozen drink, drink it, get a freeze headache, watch TV on DVR with commercials fast forwarded, have sex with your wife and get a full night’s sleep in 14 minutes. This thing is like the Lance Armstrong of kitchen widgets – accelerated, above average performance and you will have a ball.
I am known to do things expediently, which is why I love the idea of this device. Even the included recipes bespeak an urgency when cooking; Before You Know It Bean Dip, Brisk Broccoli Soup, It’s Ready Already Alfredo. How did it get ready already? I didnt even do anything! If the Magic Bullet existed in the 1600s I would be burned at the stake for witchery, it’s just not logical to mere mortals who cook using crazy things like fire and knives. Of course I don’t actually own a Magic Bullet. But if anyone wants to go in on the two-fer with me,I am so down. It would even out to $69.99 for one of us and $69.98 for me. Who wants it?