Would you like that texter roasted, browned or boiled?

If you're wondering why I'm suggesting that texters be cooked in horrid ways, it's because that's what the lyrics of this commercial's soundtrack suggest.

Here is the English translation of this portion of Greig's Peer Gynt:

Slay him! The Christian's son has bewitched

The Mountain King's fairest daughter!

Slay him! Slay him!

May I hack him on the fingers?

May I tug him by the hair?

Hu, hey, let me bite him in the haunches!

Shall he be boiled into broth and bree to me

Shall he roast on a spit or be browned in a stewpan?

Ice to your blood, friends!

Being a telecoms Luddite, I don't want one of these phones. I'm still bitter about having to trade in my elderly Samsung Didn't Even Take Pictures phone. But this commercial illustrates exactly why text addicts annoy me so much. If it only could convince me that their phone actually "got you in and out" - but with all those options on the screen, how's that going to happen? Hell, it even has an XBox link.

Anyway, enough ranting. I am still sulking over the results of the World Series, although I don't begrudge the winning team for a second.

I suggest hitting the full screen button (bottom right - the little square with four arrows pointing outwards) before viewing the commercial.