She must have first appeared in the middle of some generic advertisment bloc on the mind-numbing picture box. I must have been in a state of semi-sedation induced by the preceding, predictably annoying commercials when her sweet (oh, so very sweet) likeness penetrated my retina, tunneled through my optical nerve and permanently burned itself into my frontal lobes. The Stimorol Pro-Z Pizza Commercial, also known as The Gift From Heaven.

I don't know much about her. I don't know her name, where she's from, how old she is, whether she likes to be rubbed all over with the moist leaves of a Chinese Eucalyptus (but I think she does). Practically nothing.

Except that she's perfectly cast. Perfectly.

Within the extremely narrow, fictitious context of the Pro-Z commercial she is the only choice, the only possibility, the epitome, the apex. But words (in my hands) are crude, ineffective tools that fail to convey the degree of perfection I'm trying to expound here. I think some guy, at some time said it best:

BOO-YAH!

You can watch the commercial yourself on the Stimorol site. You should. Over and over and over...