Jason Sandford
Jason Sandford is a reporter, writer, blogger and photographer interested in all things Asheville.
Seems like everyone wanted to talk about the babes we see on local commericials. So, while I let a couple of you go at it, we’ll be setting our ultra-cool screen-capture technology to bring you some pix so we all know what we’re talking about. Then we’ll vote or something.
Flying J says:
You forgot about the Tysons Furniture MILF in the black silk jammies in bed. She wants you “up the valley, in black mountain”; she’s waiting…
Bulldog says:
I’m really disappointed in your dissing the Art & Decor blonde. She’s a total fox, and she obviously graduated magna cum laude from the Terri Hatcher School of Sweaters.
By the way, I understand her name is Jamie Simpson and she co-hosts one of those half-hour infomercials for some auto dealer in upstate South Carolina. Believe me, she looks as good walking forward around an SUV as she does backward through a maze of rugs. So get off her case before I have to open a can of whup-ass on you and John Boyle both.
But if you want something really annoying, check out the idiots who do their own Asheville Dodge infomercial on Saturday mornings. I’d ride the bus before I’d buy a car from those jackasses.
Or, if you listen to Asheville’s pathetic radio stations, how about those little singing jingles that all sound like they were recorded by the same female singer with an electronic keyboard: Community CareParterners, Sensible Alternatives (discount cremation services), Biltmore Furniture Classics, Telco Community Credit Union — they all sound alike. Like a Neil Diamond song (He only recorded one in his career, and they just keep releasing parts of it.)
It makes you wonder if they’re not all owned by Sinclair Broadcasting, or if Asheville’s ad agencies have no imagination.
Take heart, Jeremy. Altho there is no hope that the narcisistic owner of Asheville Dodge will can his own show – he gets 30 minutes on TELEVISION, praise the Lord – it may be losing traction. Did you notice last week that ol’ Rhett was flying solo. His wife wouldn’t even help out. No "Hollywood" appearance. No court jester. No "Bishop." Just ol’ Rhett chirping "It’s got all the bells and whistles … Get it outa here." Call Asheville Dodge and ask about "Hollywood’s" absence. I doubt they’ll tell you he got his ownself fired.
I find Jamie at Rug & Decor oddly fascinating, although I was crushed when I stopped by the shop one day and she wasn’t there. Not to mention the merchandise wasn’t as intriguing (or as reasonably priced) as she makes it sound. And the Asheville Dodge guys must be stopped. I still haven’t recovered from seeing the show where one was in a cheerleader outfit.