JusWondering… Does This Freak Anybody Else Out As Much As It Does Me?
If I ever saw this in a grocery store, I’d punch it.
Who am I kidding? I’d run.
If I ever saw this on the road, I’d punch the gas.
Who am I kidding? I’d get run off the road.
If I ever saw this in a grocery store, I’d punch it.
Who am I kidding? I’d run.
If I ever saw this on the road, I’d punch the gas.
Who am I kidding? I’d get run off the road.
Gavin Rossdale, lead singer of Bush and Interstate, as well as Keanu Reeves’ co-star in Constantine, recently admitted he once upon a time had sexual relations with a man. It’s not a big deal in and of itself, especially since it’s been rumored about for years, but what is a big deal is that only now is he coming forth. That was probably a bad choice of words…
Anyhollabackgirl, the man he once used glycerine didn’t want to comedown found everything Zen with was 80’s British cross-dressing rocker, Marilyn. Nowadays, he’s currently married to pop-punk-queen Gwen Stefani.
Here are their pictures… Notice any Coinkydinks or Coinkydonks?
Breasts and blonde hair and angular features and red outfits aside… where was I going with this?
Oh yeah. Another thing, completely unrelated…
Isn’t it weird how Hostess Ding Dongs were once called King Dons even though the character was called King Ding Dong and in some places Ding Dongs were called Big Wheels and King Ding Dong (or King Don) was called Chief Big Wheels even though all along they were still Ding Dongs? I’m so completely lost right now…
Other items on the menu:
(Oops… Frey Wille in Santa Monica is actually a chain of jewelry stores… not a restaurant. Let’s pretend it’s a restaurant because it’s easier. And let’s not forget the main point – it’s a stupid name anyway.)
While in Caleeforneeuh (that was my Governator impersonation), of course I had to visit the Disneyland and Caleeforneeuh Adventure Theme Parks.
While there, we happened upon a new Disney merchandising gimmick entitled… Vinylmation.
A taste:
I should clarify this… it was I that was unfamiliar with the products. My mother had already known about them and happened to purchase two earlier this year. They were the display image on her phone, and I had no idea what they were until finding these at the park. Mystery solved.
(SIDENOTE: It should also be known that my entire family is very Disney-fied. So much to the point that my brother knows – and swears by this fact – that the best gummy candies in the world are found in Disney theme parks. He feels the same about their chocolate-covered pretzels, too.)
(SIDENOTE ADDENDUM: I’d have to agree about the gummy candy. My brother thinks it’s because they use sugar from beets.)
Anyzip-a-dee-doo-dah, upon spying these Vinylmations, I immediately thought of these:
Kidrobot makes (or distributes) these painted vinyl rabbits, each called a Dunny (like I said, I don’t know if I can pluralize it).
Did The House of The Mouse rip it off?
Is it a Coinkydink or a Coinkydonk?
No, I really want to know.
Actually, I probably don’t care.
BONUS RIPOFF!
The only reason I know about Kidrobot is because of these:
The conspiracy about the BellHedz can be read here. Or you can read what (little) I had to say about them here.
Halloween is spookily and creepily and horrifically upon us. Boo!
Well, at least it has been ever since they pulled all the Back-to-School displays at your local Target a month ago and threw up the orange and black. So while speaking of “throwing up,” I figured an Awful Battle featuring terrible candy would be frighteningly appropriate!
Who likes their sugar droppings with a bit of paper? Perhaps the same people who thought biodegradable gum wrappers were meant for eating.
I don’t know what this candy really is, but it was cheap to give out so I used to get plenty when out trick-or-treating. I’d much prefer Smarties, thank you.
Honey is not candy. Not now. Not ever. Well maybe in the 20’s…
Orange marshmallows pressed into peanuts may sound like a win at the circus, but in the real world, normal men do put on face paint and cram into Mini Coopers (that often). Draw your own conclusions.

I once dared my brother to pack a ton of these into his mouth when he was a kid. Wasn't one of my tougher dares, but the results were funny.
I don’t know how many times I tried chewing on these like they were gum, but they were not gum. Wax is not gum no matter what anyone tells you!
I don’t think I could even eat these if I was the middle word.
Not a fan of coconut. That will probably never change, even if I ended up on Survivor. But if my alternative was rat meat…
A perfect example of “if it’s not broke, don’t give it a fruit flavor when chocolate is perfectly fine.”
I like Jolly Ranchers otherwise. This adverse reaction to one particular flavor probably deals with the fact we had an apple tree when I was a child, and I hated picking up the fallen, rotten, worm-invested symbols of the Fall of Man. Mjusayin’.
Why are there so many bananas in a bag or box of Runts?! And why are they so hard?!
People barely remember Dana Carvey, let alone his attempt to break away from his Saturday Night Live shackles, The Dana Carvey Show. Considered ahead of its time, here are the opening skits from the first episode:
Aside from the advertising sponsored episode titles (in this case, my favorite, Taco Bell), did anything else stand out?
Perhaps some the actors involved?
Notice any of the writers involved?
I once read somewhere that olfactory memories are the strongest (I don’t remember the specifics because I didn’t smell it), but I’d beg to differ. In my opinion, songs provide the greater capacity to throw you back, and here are some 80’s songs that do.
For starters, movie themes are cheats, and Tears for Fears’ Everybody Wants to Rule the World is no exception, so much so that I also refer to it as the Real Genius song. It always instantly conjures this image in my mind:
For whatever reason, The Motels’ Only the Lonely always reminds me think of playing summer baseball. My best guess as to the reason why? I used to watch Casey Kasem’s America’s Top 10 (or some other show like that… I don’t remember because I didn’t smell it) before I’d ride my bike to the park. As it is with most of these aural/cerebral connections… it’s best not to ask how or why.
This one’s an easy link up – Janet Jackson’s When I Think of You always makes me think of my first girlfriend, Brenda. I was in the sixth grade; she was in fifth. She was a cheerleader. This was the song that her team (group?) performed to at the Pontiac Silverdome. The odd memory attached to this? The handled neon green comb I used to carry around with me to fix my spiked haircut:
This one is a bit sentimental. Joe Jackson’s Steppin’ Out always hurls me back to an early 80’s winter when I went ice fishing with my dad and his friends.
J. Geils Band’s Centerfold is about a man’s discovery of his childhood dream girl growing up and appearing in an adult magazine. To me, it’s about summer camp and reading this:
Unfortunately, Bryan Adams’ Cuts Like a Knife also makes me think of comic books… except I was in college, driving around town in a burgundy Cadillac Brougham in a pony tail and trench coat, searching for back issues, listening to his greatest hits cassette, So Far So Good.
So far, so good, indeed.
This dream probably (definitely) has to deal partly with me watching The Clone Wars cartoon, and partly with me subconsciously thinking… well, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Basically, Yoda appeared before me and he told me this:
Most perfect creation in all of the universe, a bubble is.
I might have to agree with the sagely Jedi. The way a bubble fights to be a perfect sphere, the way it captures and disperses reflections and light, there are plenty of reasons why Yoda might believe – or know – that.
But what does it mean?
The other morning, I was waking up (as opposed to not waking up, which would be dying I guess… and digress), and I watched an infomercial for this:
The 30 Second Smile as it is known was an old idea of mine called The Teethbrush. Well, it’s not exactly the same, but mine would be even easier/messier. It would have been a retainer full of moving bristles on the end of a stick, and could have been even quicker than The 30 Second Smile.
(SIDENOTE: As a man who loves puns, I feel like they missed out on an opportunity. “30 Second” sounds a lot – er, I mean, exactly like “32nd”… Grown adults have 32 teeth… I don’t know what the punny slogan could have been. I’m not paid to dream up their ad campaigns!)
So anytooth, this isn’t the first time my ideas have been plucked from the collective unconscious, and I think it’s time for the collective unconscious to pay!
Here’s a list of thoughts nabbed from my napping noggin in the past.
Most recently, it was in the form of an iPhone app I wished existed, and now finally does…
Oh, that app was out long before I wrote my post?
Time for me to start doing better research.
(SIDENOTE: I’m probably not really going to do better research.)
I don’t get this discovery.
Apparently, Scientists! (my sarcastic pronouncement in honor of Actors!) have determined that this…
…didn’t exist. “They” (wait – we know it’s the Scientists!) say that Triceratops are really just the baby version of this:
Nobody knows what a Torosaurus is! Why not say that the Torosaurus didn’t exist, and it’s the grown up version of a Triceratops!?
(SIDENOTE: I know I’m not supposed to capitalize the terrible-lizards-that-may-be-terrible-birds’ names, but they have a special place in my heart… a place that’s apparently German and capitalizes nouns.)
This is tantamount to Twix calling their original candy bars Caramel, and their peanut butter versions Twix!
Or the drawing at the post’s start.