Here’s a question, and it’s a doozy. Could you believe someone on Planet Mother @#$%ing Earth, in this age of Instant Internet Gratification, that anyone of the us in the path of The Giant Spoon Chock Full of Mashed Pop Culture (we all wait with our mouths open), would not know who this is?
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My sister, Tammie, and I carpooled today, and she dropped the bombshell about the Bombshell on me this morning. “Who’s Megan Fox?” I dropped some names of the movies she’s been in – “Transformers,” uh, the next “Transformers,” “How to Lose Friends and Alienate People.” It didn’t help.
Not needed, but hey... (also not needed: butt hay)
When I picked her up after work, she had done some homework while at work. After scouring the TripleDoubleU, she told me that Megs reminded her of a more delicate Courtney Cox (ugh). I did disclose that she had some cosmetic surgery, and that I wasn’t a big fan of that. But my sister regaled in the fact she was engaged to this guy (not him, but the – oh, you’ll see):
Our other discussions weren’t as noteworthy, except for the fact that during some part of the chat I wasn’t really paying attention to, I almost threw up in my mouth when she told me she and her fiance have “mutual trust.” (I almost gagged again.) I don’t know why. I think it conjures S&M or something. Gross.
Oh, and one last thing: the song at the beginning of the trip was Weezer’s “Troublemaker.” The song at the end – “Troublemaker.” Ah, modern radio.
I’ll cut these odd, recollected flashings to the point:
Just like them, except more thumb-like
There was a pair of thumb-shaped people. Each of them were about two-feet tall, one man, one woman. They dressed in the style of traditional (stereotypical?) Dutch people. The weird thing was the guy had to stay laying down, otherwise his organs would shift and kill him, and the lady had to stay standing for the same reason. They were on a news report in my dream that stated, “They’re perfect for each other. He can pick up low things, and she can grab things that are high… well, two-feet high…”
Not pictured: me, spaghetti
I was hanging out with Posh and Becks. We were at their house, in which everything was pure white – the fancy carpet, the leather couches, the marble end tables. Posh was leaning over the end table, leafing through magazines. Becks was relaxing across one of the couches (I think it was the love seat, but I didn’t want to put that… oops… at least I didn’t put he was shirtless… damn!) I was sitting on the floor across from Posh, at the end of the coffee table. We were all eating spaghetti for some reason. Finis.
If you’ve watched the last two episodes of “South Park,” you’re probably as baffled as I am. It almost felt like a dream state in its level of confusion, but it tiptoed toward the nightmare of the possibility that the show might be losing it again (I consider the movie the relaunch of creativity). Grant it – I did find aspects of the episode humorous, but as a whole, it left me unfulfilled.
From listening to Trey Parker and Matt Stone’s commentaries off past seasons’ DVD’s, and knowing that they shelf some ideas for later, I can only assume (<–that’s the devil’s word!) that it came out of this grab-bag of manatee balls:
There must be Peruvian flute bands all over California. (Possibly the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica, since that’s what the artwork looked like to me.) Trey, Matt, and/or the remaining writing staff probably saw potential in these groups, and it was the germ for some kind of story.
That germ turned into a full blown virus when they found this website (again, a staff member might have already known about them – possibly owned some – but whatevs… the site is aww-inducing). This “bit” probably was the only highlight aside of Craig’s recounting to the other boys how much everyone else hates them.
“Pandemic 2: The Startling” can be seen South Park Studios’ website.
For fans of creepy rodents on this Halloween, check this out: