Of course I know in reality, this is neither a Coinkydink or a Coinkydonk, but it’s fun nonetheless.
The first time I saw this preview, I thought it was brilliant… a throwback to previews of films from the 70’s edited in the style of Generation YouTube. Here is the trailer for David Fincher’s upcoming The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo:
The first time I saw this preview moments ago, I thought it also was brilliant. And green. Definitely green…
Even muskrats do the dog.
Love is a lot like Santa Claus… they’re both fat, fond of red velvet with fuzzy white accents, and prefer to live where it’s ice-cold. But maybe that’s just me.
I was originally just going to highlight strangle love types in songs, but then I couldn’t stop myself. Aren’t you lucky?
Here’s A Handful Of Different Kinds Of Different Kinds Of Love (the asterisked songs I listened to a little longer than the rest):
puppy love – jungle love – radar love* – gun love – muskrat love – hula love
tainted love – dumb love – crazy love – real love – secret love – true love – sweet love – cool love – tender love* – big love – sexy love
endless love* – april love – baby love – summer love – young love
burning love* – butta love – bleeding love
your love* – my love – our love
That’s the name of two Swedish films from the 60’s (Blue and Yellow were their distinctions), and they were controversial for being sexual and frank about being sexual.
This post is going to be kind of like that. As you may or may not have heard, nude pictures of Scarlett Johansson have leaked onto the TripleDoubleU, and I’m going to share them here… embedded of course.
I am curious how many hits this post will get. I will keep you posted in the comments.
This photo is here because it was the next best thing:
Cool socks.
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None of these were full dreams, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t share.
In one dream, I got to meet Debbie Gibson. She lived in a dangerous town, and she almost sent me to my doom, but when I was sitting next to her, our knees touched. Knees!
Sorry. This is Deborah Gibson.
Another dream featured the return of Olivia Munn to G4’s Attack of the Show. They kicked her replacement, Candace Bailey, to the curb, because what else has Munn been up to?
Attack of the Show, indeed.
The last tidbit in my sleeping noggin was about Pauly D and his new hairstyle:
"Call me DJ Mullet."
I’ve decided to refocus on what these Awful/Awesome Battles are supposed to be… battles between things that are awful or awesome or both.
In this case, it’s Little Boppers vs. Pocket Rockers. Which was the better musical toy of the 80’s?
I would declare portable music the winner because it’s functional (and fashionable), but then you have to take into account these were the bands available, things kind of change:
What I find (or declare) interesting is the background music in each of the commercials is twenty years older than the product they’re selling. For the Little Boppers, the song is from 1965:
As for the Pocket Rockers, the song is from 1969, and it couldn’t have any more of a different sound:
Based upon the theme songs alone, I would have chosen CCR and therefore, Pocket Rockers, the winner. But the ad company behind them changed the lyrics, whereas those mad men behind Little Boppers did not fuss with The Gentrys.
So after careful deliberation, I still declare Pocket Rockers the champ. What can I say, I love songs with changed lyrics! Except, of course, in this case:
Oh my.
Omigodomigodomigodomigod! This post imagines what my blog might have looked like if I had one when certain things happened. This edition takes us way back to 1995…
Omigodomigodomigodomigod!
I am loath to admit this, but I’ve literally dreamed of this day for years. Or at least for the years that there were no new Star Wars action figures on the shelves of stores.
THERE ARE NEW STAR WARS ACTION FIGURES ON STORE SHELVES… er, I mean… HOOKS!
This is the first one I’ve purchased:
Imagine James Earl Jones saying: "This... is Chewbacca."
This got me recollecting (ha!) about the first toys in each of my collections. Join me as I walk down memory lane…
Secret raiders working overtime fighting crime!
Let’s be honest – it’s not really been ten years since I’ve purchased toys. Having a little brother to spoil means never having to stop. But this is definitely the last collection I had that was my own, and it all started with Condor. I remember asking for this, not even really knowing what it was.
More than meets the eye!
I was dying to get any Transformer for what seemed like forever. I really wanted Optimus Prime, but he cost twenty bucks! Having read the giant-sized coloring book long before these figures were released, I really took a shine to Jazzz (he had three Z‘s in the coloring book). The trick was this – my mom wasn’t too keen on me starting new collections that were similar to other one’s I started. I already had Gobots, so Transformers were kind of off the radar… until my aunt took my sisters and I shopping. I had the eight dollars it cost, and I begged her to let me buy it. She used the payphone to double-check, and my mom relented.
We came out before Transformers!
Memories are fuzzy, and so it goes with this. The way I recall it all, there were animated commercials advertising Transformers long before they came out. AND THOSE COMMERCIALS BLEW MY EIGHT YEAR OLD MIND. Robots that transformed into cars and planes and guns? Sign me up! Well, they were nowhere in sight, so the Gobots had to do. And they did. Until I got Jazz. I still think Leader-1 was one of the best, but Gobots could never overcome their horrible names (Scooter the Scooter, Tank the Tank, Cop-Tur the Helicopter, Loco the Locomotive…)
My first set
I don’t remember exactly when I started getting “big kid” LEGOS, but I know this was my first set. The reason I say, “big kid,” is because when I first saw the LEGO spacemen at one of my parents’ friend’s houses prior to getting this set, that’s what I was told.
Obviously, my figure said "Star Wars" - not ROTJ.
I distinctly (and weirdly) recall receiving this from Santa, and I was fascinated by this strange action figure. Was he a space policeman? He had a gun and a helmet. Was he a space fireman? He was wearing orange. All I know is that I hadn’t seen the original film yet, and I was hooked.
I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE PREQUELS!
I am a man of simple tastes.
My three favorite foods are (probably in this order):
I drink Mountain Dew and Miller Lite. I shop at Target. And I thought finding this site was enough of a Happy Find.
I mean, c’mon… googly eye magnets!
Look how shocked this hammer is!
But then I found about this:
Imagine the googly eye magnets you could put on that!
You can see more pictures here, but I bet one thing is for sure…
Your face looks a lot like the hammer right now.
I think these kids are doing it wrong.
You may ask:
What are they doing wrong?
My answer:
Everything.
It was a strange day…
To begin, it was a Wednesday, and I was supposed to work. How this differs from any other day, I’m not sure.
On Tuesday, my boss/friend Paul mentioned that our TripleDoubleU provider invited us to the Detroit Tigers’ afternoon game against the Kansas City Royals, but I’d have to go pick them up from our contact’s office. When I arrived within the allotted fifteen minute window he gave for me to collect them, the guy that answered the door never heard of my contact. Turns out, there were two different departments, and our contact was running late. Once I met with him, his boss didn’t leave him enough tickets.
So on Wednesday, I’m supposed to meet someone outside of– good gravy this is boring. Let me jump to the chase chance.
For some reason, I was compelled to take this picture at the end of the game while closer Jose Valverde was pitching:
We were seated near the bullpen and foul pole in left field.
Chris (my friend and coworker) asked why I took the picture, and I told him I didn’t know.
That night, I wasn’t going to play trivia, but another friend begged me so I went. In the midst of the quizfest, it was announced Jose Valverde would be arriving at the bar soon for autographs. I thought:
Too bad I didn’t have anything for him to sign.
Then I remembered that I kept my game ticket, which I usually throw out after the game unless I’m going to a strip club. They were replaying the game at the same time as he arrived (this outing happened to be his 40th consecutive save without a loss… he’s currently at 41). So this is what followed:
(P.S. We also won $30 at trivia…)
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