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I'm bored and have no brain. Here are the things the girl with no brain thinks about when brainless:
1) They should do Real World: Clarion. I'd watch that, with the closet-cam for sobbing confessions about how some other person's crit devalued them as a person, the leaving of underwear in public places, closeups on instructors giving students the Evil Eye, drunkenness, writing to deadline...
1a) They should also do Real World: Suicide Girls (Suicide Persons?). Toss Chris Cornell in and I am there.
2) I have a serious cognitive dissonance going on re: Peter Gabriel. I mean, I like the guy's music, but I suspect there is an entire generation who sees Peter Gabriel as a sex symbol: when he introduces "Steam" with "this is a song about something hot and wet" there are people who go swoon! and not oh dear, Uncle Peter's got into the brandy again, I'm so very sorry, now let's just take you back upstairs to play with the dancing raw chickens...
This frightens me.
3) It has been suggested to me by a customer at work that the Canadian sense of humour involves a healthy appreciation for fart and penis jokes. Judging from the degree of pleasure I get from calling sriracha "hot cock sauce", I suspect this is true.
4) Eighty-One Guys, All of Them That Guy, via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
commodorified's place, made me laugh so hard I almost choked on my macaroni this afternoon.
5) I went to Old Navy tonight to spend a gift card I got for a holiday gift, and it is amazing to watch how the mere addition of a headset and walkie-talkie to a mere mortal makes them transmute into a supposed minor deity. So it's not just high school theatre politics.
I would love to see a program of self-esteem raising that involves just giving people walkies and pretending someone on the other end is actually waiting for direction.
6) I wish they had never invented Bluetooths. I can't tell who's on the phone with their stockbroker and who's a crazy person muttering to themselves anymore. This was one of my important survival skills.
Oh yeah, and:
7)
That's all I got. Add yours!
1) They should do Real World: Clarion. I'd watch that, with the closet-cam for sobbing confessions about how some other person's crit devalued them as a person, the leaving of underwear in public places, closeups on instructors giving students the Evil Eye, drunkenness, writing to deadline...
1a) They should also do Real World: Suicide Girls (Suicide Persons?). Toss Chris Cornell in and I am there.
2) I have a serious cognitive dissonance going on re: Peter Gabriel. I mean, I like the guy's music, but I suspect there is an entire generation who sees Peter Gabriel as a sex symbol: when he introduces "Steam" with "this is a song about something hot and wet" there are people who go swoon! and not oh dear, Uncle Peter's got into the brandy again, I'm so very sorry, now let's just take you back upstairs to play with the dancing raw chickens...
This frightens me.
3) It has been suggested to me by a customer at work that the Canadian sense of humour involves a healthy appreciation for fart and penis jokes. Judging from the degree of pleasure I get from calling sriracha "hot cock sauce", I suspect this is true.
4) Eighty-One Guys, All of Them That Guy, via
commodorified's place, made me laugh so hard I almost choked on my macaroni this afternoon.5) I went to Old Navy tonight to spend a gift card I got for a holiday gift, and it is amazing to watch how the mere addition of a headset and walkie-talkie to a mere mortal makes them transmute into a supposed minor deity. So it's not just high school theatre politics.
I would love to see a program of self-esteem raising that involves just giving people walkies and pretending someone on the other end is actually waiting for direction.
6) I wish they had never invented Bluetooths. I can't tell who's on the phone with their stockbroker and who's a crazy person muttering to themselves anymore. This was one of my important survival skills.
Oh yeah, and:
7)
Do not go into the pants. Stop where you are. Turn away from it. Don't even look at it.
We'll always have Pants.
That's all I got. Add yours!
