Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Match Game '74 Classic Moment

To follow up from yesterday's post... The sentence to fill in is "Brett left her _____ in San Diego." A down-home contestant guesses the answer is "Bra," and comedy ensues. And in case you didn't know, Brett Somers' husband is Jack Klugman.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I Want One!

Such a huge fan of the show, and someone else seems to share my obsession of Match Game, for this lunch box creation was part of Something Awful's Photoshop Phriday.
Well I want one!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Thursday's This & That

We're ready for Halloween! This is one of our favorite days, and it's approaching fast!! What are you gonna be for Halloween?

Pixie was kind enough to adorn us with a wonderful Kreativ Blogger Award! Thanks, dearie! Now we just have to list 6 Things We Enjoy:

1. Halloween!
2. Drinking a Vodka Collins
3. Confusing Dyno
4. Procrastinating
5. Old movies with happy endings
6. Flirting

So do you think you deserve the Kreativ Blogger Award? How about our very own You're the Shit Award? (See both of these on the bottom right.) Leave a comment directing me to your blog, and I'll check it out! I love exploring new places!

Now stop staring at my gams and comment, dammit!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Scenes from a Balcony: Scene 6

It's been a while since any real drama has happened in my ghetto abode in the valley. Well, except for the new morning ritual that happens daily outside my window.

I'm lucky enough to live only 15 minutes or so from work, so that means I can sleep until 8 AM. Yet every morning before my alarm goes off this woman stands under my window with her stupid yipping poodle; the constant, high-pitched YIP YIP YIP of this fluffy nuisance begins at 7:30 in the morning. Why is she standing there, you ask?

Well, I'm wondering this, too, so at this point I'm out of bed and staring out the window, trying to see who the hell is standing on a corner at 7:45 in the morning with their irritating poodle going YIP YIP YIP over and over, and for what godforsaken purpose.

Now a rather small school bus pulls up and stops outside my building right where this woman and her high-strung ball of fur are waiting, standing next to a child. She is seeing her small child get on the bus. At this time -- when it first happened -- I believed my annoying wake up session was over, and I felt a brief moment of relief.

But then the mother yells out in a falsetto sing-songy voice: "BYEEEEEEE!!! BYE, LOVE OF MY LIFE!! BYEEEE!!!!" and frantically waves at her child now finding their seat on the bus. As the child sits by the window, the mother becomes more frantic. "BYE, LOVE OF MY LIFE!! I LOVE YOU!!!" Sometimes she even has the menacing little white pup 'wave', too. "BYEEEE!!! LOOK, SHE'S SAYING GOODBYE!! SHE'S WAVING!!!"

The bus finally goes off and the mother and the yippy poodle go back in to their apartment. And I only have 2 minutes until my alarm goes off.

Since this has been happening EVERY morning for the last month and a half, I see no point in setting an alarm anymore.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Two Commercials I Hate Right Now

Jack in the Box not only makes men in to big babies, but has a woman pushing the double stroller. I don't know which is more idiotic.
And for some reason, Axe deodorant spray turns a man in to chocolate. And even weirder, women everywhere go ape shit over him. Nightmare Fuel, party of one!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

The Boss is Not Your Honey!

"THE BOSS IS NOT YOUR HONEY!" from Woman’s World (1957), courtesy of Tack-o-Rama:

If you're a working girl, be a working girl and not a would-be siren. Never try to flirt with your boss...he's your bread and butter and not your honey.

Be business-like not only in your approach to your work, but in your personal appearance, your manners and your deportment. By this we do not mean that you should try and disguise the fact that you're a woman, but simply that, during work hours, you shouldn't flaunt that fact around like a flirtatious flag.

DON’T --
Wear tight skirts that slip above your knees when you sit at desk or bench, or flimsy full ones that billow around your waist whenever a draught blows round a corner.

Drench yourself in heady perfume or strong-scented powder.

Think yourself a budding Marilyn Monroe and wear sweaters two sizes too small.

Arrive late at work and expect a smile to get you off.

Simper at the boss whenever he comes around.

Be coy with every male in sight.

Keep tizzying your hair in office hours.

Change your nail varnish in the shelter of typewriter or machine.

Sit with legs a-sprawl and arms akimbo.

Keep a cigarette dangling from your lips.

Clatter around with bracelets at wrist.

Have long phone gossips with the boyfriend.

Titter the minutes away with office mates.

Start refurbishing your make-up 10 minutes before closing time.

Turn your desk drawers into a medicine chest and beauty case.

Leave spare shoes, bags and hats around.

That's good advice from 1957!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008