My Random Blog

Am I the only one totally grossed-out by Carl’s Jr. commercials? I am quite tired of watching people eat sloppy burgers like starving pigs. Is that supposed to be appetizing? Seeing people licking blobs of ketchup off their fingers, while their burgers ooze all over the place, has never made me hungry. And tonight, while over at YouTube, I ran across a video that perfectly illustrates my belief that those ads are nasty and a little vomit-inducing.

Note: Don’t watch this if you’re eating, thinking about eating, have recently eaten, or if your bladder is full.

So I have gotten a bunch of responses, most of them nice. Although a lot of guys didn’t seem to get the whole “I will ignore all replies” without a photo thing. I only received 2 negative replies, and here they are, exactly as written:

From Steven:

“you say you will reject all replies without a photo and yet you think your so hott you don’t have to show a photo.. who’s more desperate.. the person responding to an add or the person who posts the add…”

Dear Steven,

It’s a good thing I made you mad because I can’t date anyone who spells “hot” with two “t”s- and AD is spelled like that. Also- I never said that writing or responding to personal ads makes anyone desperate. But thank you for making me laugh with your horrible spelling.

Love, Corrina

Next up:

From Jerry Lee:

“u sound like a bitch no wonder u are looking”

Yeah, I got nothing for that one. I’m actually surprised I didn’t get more of those. I expected a flood of hateful replies, but those were the only 2 guys who seemed to not like me one bit. Thankfully, I’ll live.

As for the rest of the replies… So far only two are considerable. The rest of them are VERY nice, but not for me. Some were also way below my age box which is a deal breaker. I’ll be taking down the ad tonight. Hopefully someone will write something mean before then so that I can post it.

I have been a fan of Foamy the Squirrel for several years now. Jonathan Ian Mathers, over at IllWillPress (where I have spent many, many hours), is nothing short of a hilarious genius. I have posted a few Foamy episodes in my MySpace blog- but for those of you who aren’t familiar… Allow me to take your Foamy virginity. This will be especially rewarding for you if you’ve ever had to deal with tech-support, like I have, a million times, over the years.

Warning: Foamy isn’t for the faint of heart. He’s rude, he drops “F” bombs like there’s a contest and has the potential to be generally offensive. Which is exactly why I like him. You’ve been warned… Try not to pee your pants.

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Pam Anderson, according to a blurb I heard on TV Guide Channel, may be getting divorced. AGAIN. Which led me to this thought: There seriously needs to be a rehab facility for celebrities addicted to marriage. I understand that marriage isn’t for everyone, and sometimes things just don’t work out, but come ON already. Stop marrying every person you get naked with.

Oh and while you’re at it… Stop making sex tapes! There’s a whole porn industry for that. Leave that shit to the professionals, people. If you’ve seen the snooze fest that is One Night in Paris, then you know what I’m sayin’. If you haven’t, then you’re lucky to not have the nightmares that I do.

The people in the Pepto Bismol commercials need mental help. I don’t care HOW much money I’m offered: I am never going to grab my butt cheeks, swing them around and yell “Diarrhea!” At least not until I’ve gone insane. Then anything goes.

I thought rabid PMS was just for women. Holy hotdogs was I wrong. I know that video has been all over the Internet since Britney started down the Froot Loop Highway, but it still freaks me out.

The Japanese are geniuses. No wonder they bring us such cool little electronic gadgets, and what not. Have you seen their game shows?? THAT, my friends, is creativity at it’s finest. I’d much rather watch a bunch of people do hilarious, ridiculous, and often painful things to win stuff than lose 100 pounds and eat bugs. Eat a giant cockroach and dry heave for 10 minutes or take a soccer ball to the face? There’s just no contest there.

And there’s my randomness for today.

So today I have a wicked hangover, like I knew I would. And since I lack the energy to do anything even remotely productive, I’m watching VH-1. I’ve been watching it for about an hour and a half now, and I can actually FEEL my IQ dropping, dramatically. Luckily my brain cells are still soaking in Tuaca, so they don’t care.

First there was that Bret Michaels thing, version 2. He’s looking for love, evidently, with a gaggle of alcoholic, beat-down strippers. I was sure that this round would garner him hotter women. I was wrong.

Now there is Web Junk, a show dedicated to the stupidity, and often, hilarity that is online videos. I’ve only been paying half-attention to it, since I’ve been hopping around the Internet. However, one video that I paid attention to made me laugh so hard I scared my dogs. And here it is for your viewing enjoyment… Enjoy.