Just a few random thoughts.
If I wrote a book, I'd begin it with: Once upon a time, in a land very far from anywhere decent, in a day that no longer exists, the Pope called for his young ward, Humphrey.
If I wrote a book, I'd end it with: And they all lived relatively content forever after.
Commercial I like: That "gellin'" Dr. Scholl's footpad commercial. "I'm gellin', are you gellin'?" "I'm gellin' like a felon." "I'm gelling, too!" "You're not gellin'." It's so lame, the way they're trying to create a new catch phrase. But that same lameness is what endears this commercial to me. I sincerely hope that people start saying "gellin'" because of these commercials. But they probably won't. Because footpads aren't as cool as beer... *sigh*
Commerical I hate: That Levi jeans one with the buffalos. You know the one. Where those two kids are walking through a deserted city and then find themselves in the path of a buffalo stampede. The music builds and builds and, at the peak of the song, the buffalos run past them, being careful to avoid trampelling the couple to death. As the buffalos run past, the girl lets a tear slip out. It's a ridiculous scene. The "drama" is so horribly forced; I want to yell at my television, "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH TELEVISION BASTARD!"
Why I like emoticons:
'Nuff said.
Why I don't like emoticons: Because some people use them in place of words. The occasional, "I
DebraJean" (or who/whatever you want [NOI'MLYINGYOUMUSTLOVEDEBRAJEANORIWILLKILLYOU!!!]) is cool. But I hate seeing entire paragraphs like, "I'm 
'cause my
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!!!" That's when I have to bust out the and make everyone .
Name I wish I had: Franco Dragone. No, seriously, this a real name. Apparently, he's directing the up-coming Celine Dion special.
Name I'm glad I don't have: Lynton N. Felix. He was Skydive from G.I. Joe.
Speaking of G.I. Joe: Next to the X-Men, they had the hottest girls of any comic/cartoon. Baroness, Scarlett, Lady Jaye (And if you don't think Lady Jaye rates as high as Baroness or Scarlett, watch the Viper episode; in the first three minutes there's a lovely scene with Lady Jaye shaking what her momma gave her [not to mention a great shot of what her momma gave her*]).
Speaking of everything non-G.I. Joe: I wish everything was as cool as G.I. Joe.
*I know: I need to get out more...
By the way, Veronica is my hero.
Go read her journal. Then she'll be yours, too. And we can all be friends and have picnics together.
If I wrote a book, I'd begin it with: Once upon a time, in a land very far from anywhere decent, in a day that no longer exists, the Pope called for his young ward, Humphrey.
If I wrote a book, I'd end it with: And they all lived relatively content forever after.
Commercial I like: That "gellin'" Dr. Scholl's footpad commercial. "I'm gellin', are you gellin'?" "I'm gellin' like a felon." "I'm gelling, too!" "You're not gellin'." It's so lame, the way they're trying to create a new catch phrase. But that same lameness is what endears this commercial to me. I sincerely hope that people start saying "gellin'" because of these commercials. But they probably won't. Because footpads aren't as cool as beer... *sigh*
Commerical I hate: That Levi jeans one with the buffalos. You know the one. Where those two kids are walking through a deserted city and then find themselves in the path of a buffalo stampede. The music builds and builds and, at the peak of the song, the buffalos run past them, being careful to avoid trampelling the couple to death. As the buffalos run past, the girl lets a tear slip out. It's a ridiculous scene. The "drama" is so horribly forced; I want to yell at my television, "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH TELEVISION BASTARD!"
Why I like emoticons:
'Nuff said.
Why I don't like emoticons: Because some people use them in place of words. The occasional, "I
DebraJean" (or who/whatever you want [NOI'MLYINGYOUMUSTLOVEDEBRAJEANORIWILLKILLYOU!!!]) is cool. But I hate seeing entire paragraphs like, "I'm 'cause my got ed by a ... so I got a LOLOOLLOL !!! suck on it !!! i'd my but i'm and might so my is and !!!" That's when I have to bust out the and make everyone .
Name I wish I had: Franco Dragone. No, seriously, this a real name. Apparently, he's directing the up-coming Celine Dion special.
Name I'm glad I don't have: Lynton N. Felix. He was Skydive from G.I. Joe.
Speaking of G.I. Joe: Next to the X-Men, they had the hottest girls of any comic/cartoon.
Baroness, Scarlett, Lady Jaye (And if you don't think Lady Jaye rates as high as Baroness or Scarlett, watch the Viper episode; in the first three minutes there's a lovely scene with Lady Jaye shaking what her momma gave her [not to mention a great shot of what her momma gave her*]).
Speaking of everything non-G.I. Joe: I wish everything was as cool as G.I. Joe.
*I know: I need to get out more...
By the way, Veronica is my hero.
Go read her journal. Then she'll be yours, too. And we can all be friends and have picnics together.
some of them are actualy funny....
like the one for some game rental place or game store....
where it's a guy in a cubicle....
and a lady comes in and says....
Migel? and he spins around and screams in a deep demonic voice.... "The DARK LORD BANISHES THEE!"
and her hair blows and she wimpers and runs off...
plus all my friends said it reminded me of them...
but yes then there are commercials I laugh at because...
they're trying to sell complete bull shit to people.....
and others make me want to grab the people who made it by their ears.... and vomit in their faces.....
I hate picnics.... unless they involve hardcore sex....
I'm lying but I couldn't think of anything so that's all you get....
Love,
Ryan
I just want you to know that, today, something extremely awesome took place. When I awoke this morning, my set of Star Trek Away Team figures had apparently fallen from their positions atop my computer desk, and onto the carpeted floor. Moments later, my 3-year-old brother entered my room. By this time, I had already emerged from my bedsheets and was actively attending to my fallen astronauts' needs. For some reason, this inspired a very peculiar reaction from my brother's mouth. As he sat on the floor next to my bed, watching me re-position my pieces of plastic, he loudly shouted the phrase, "YOU COCK," at me. Because of the sheer awesomeness of this utterance, I failed to continue setting up my action figures. Just an "FYI" for ya, sir.
- The man with defunct Junk