I know exactly where my camera is. It's at home, resting peacefully in the coat that I also forgot at home five weeks ago. Bummer. Irrelevant, because you know what else is at home?
This man. This man is at home.
| This man is my fasha. You'd think I'd be super attractive with genes like this. |
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| This is Harrison Ford and some random little girl from a movie called "Regarding Henry" which is my brother's name, so that's funny. |
| Using a different picture is purely for my own blinkin' benefit. Daddio's face is slimmer now. |
If you have not seen the commercial, rename your house's roof to "a rock" because you most certainly live under one.
Here.
And here's the Seasame Street version, if you REALLY want to expose yourself to culture.
So. Now that you've been exposed, imagine that anyone made one of these. With that guy up there, it would be really different because he is really dry, and though he is a very primary source of comedic things for me, he has a very serious tone to himself, so the commercial would be REALLY different. It would be really funny. That's the idea.
It'd be all, look at my dad, look at Harrison Ford, look back at my dad, now, my dad doesn't REALLY look like Harrison Ford, but if you squint, which YOU could do with the help of Old Spice SOAP IN YOUR EYES! Look down, look up, look-
Uhhh...
Okay. I've got nothing after that. But still. Hilarious, right?
Also, look at this picture, which if I had been able to use legally, then I totally would have because if my dad is Harrison (because he looks like him and has a similar demeanor) then that makes me the rain-boot-wearing, TV production director-wannabe (while I am both of those things!!!) of Rachel McAdams (my ultimate girl crush! She's so boootiful!!!) So these are all nice things.

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