Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Taco Bell continues to appall and disgust me

Been awhile since an Ad Nauseous, huh? well, it's because I don't watch much TV anymore. Actually, that's untrue: I'm back on my schedule of watching TV on my DVR like a normal person instead of live daytime TV.

Occasionally Every other night, we watch sports, which are of course, best enjoyed live. And let's talk about target audience for, say, an NBA game: probably male, probably the 18-35 demographic, right?

And here comes Taco Bell from stage left with their new Quad Steak Burrito commercial:



At first glance, it's pretty clever. Haha, lounge singer. Hehe, funny lyrics. I like when he says "That's like a whole honkin' cow"! Teehee, see how they are making fun of small portions? And how that guy just wants his mound of steak and he wants it now?

Then it worms into your brain and makes you insane.

After you've heard it enough, it loses all meaning. Clearly, Hubby and I no longer realized what the product was, as shown by this conversation:

Me: (singing along) Five pounds of steak!!! Five pounds of Stteeeaaakkkk!
Hubby: Yeah, that's what it is. Five pounds of steak. Who could even eat five pounds of Taco Bell steak anyway? Sheesh.
Me: Ok smarty, what *do* they say?
Hubby: They say five kinds of steak.

(some time passes)

Me: Wait, how can there be five kinds of steak?
Hubby: Well. you've got the butt, the ribs, the thighs, the breast. And I don't know, some other part. Five parts of the cow.

So, this commercial is not only NOT advertising five pounds or five kinds, but there isn't even a five in the song at all.

In conclusion, big time fail on this one, Taco Bell. You suck and so does your steak and so does you ad team.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Bachelorette: Episode Three - How to not get a rose

It's been one week since we looked at Ali, threw our arms in the air and said she's crazy. That's a Barenaked Ladies reference. I just Googled them to see if they had any other songs but this one because it's been over 10 years since they were last relevant and I couldn't remember. The second link TO THEIR OFFICIAL SITE says the following:
Don't miss Barenaked Ladies tonight featured during a special date in the third episode of The Bachelorette, airing TONIGHT at 8/7 Central on ABC. ...
Awww...how sad. How appropriate.

Chris Harrison kicks off the show by waking up the guys to tell them about the first date. Frank is wearing an ironic tee that says "Cultured & Experienced" because that's definitely what the contestants are usually known for...culture. Roberto snags the first date and of course he does. Sisterfriend has it bad for Roberto already. Some guy whose name I don't know says Ali doesn't know his name, and well, that doesn't really bode well for him, does it? I think he leaves later in the episode, but I'm not sure. Because I don't know him.

As the guys prepare for an afternoon by the pool as kept men, Ali arrives just in time to catch the local 10 am Dbag Junction helicopter. For someone who claims to hate flying so much, Ali sure does a lot of it. I guess it's just a job hazard but really, who thinks she's just saying that so she can cuddle with guys? Raise your hands. Methinks Ali is a cuddle slut. The heli drops them off on some random rooftop in LA and Ali explains that lunch is on a second rooftop across from the one where they landed. Um, guys? I think they dropped you off in the wrong place. Oh, wait, no, this is just the obligatory "bungee/high wire date that means the person will be in the top 3, at least". Listen, ain't no lunch good enough for me to walk across a tightrope.

Meanwhile, back at the Junction, it's burgers and beer for the non-Robertos. They are sitting around talking about who is there for Ali and who is not. I call Jonathan "Ty". I dont' know if there is a Ty or not. Oh, show!

Celebrity Urban Circus continues as Roberto and Ali risk their lives for what has to now be a cold, stale meal. Halfway across, Roberto stops her and kisses her and she almost falls in the process but it's OK because of [sparkly pink puffy hearts and angels and a heavenly glow] LOVE.

Here's Ali's priority list:
  • LOVE
  • her career
  • living to see another day. 
They finally climb across and watch the sunset, and as he's waxing poetic about how special this moment is to him, as Robertos are wont to do, Ali gives him the sideways glance of a girl who is really into a guy. Way to give it away, you realize there are 30 production people around you capturing that moment. But I do have to say, it looked really genuine and a little sweet.

Because it would be against the laws of nature for me to think highly of Ali for more than 30 seconds, we cut to the next scene where they are somehow dressed in fancy date night clothes and eating. I thought the only way over was the tightrope, and now they have suddenly found a way into the building to change and get gussied up. I'd be all, "there is an entrance to this building from the floor and you made me walk across a tightrope. Shenanigans!"

The camera pans over to show us a pile of pillow and blankets and candles where Ali and Roberto promptly get to the making out and dry humping portion of the evening. What a weird date. It's typical in the form, but odd because it takes place on the roof of a building. I mean they are making out two feet from where they ate.

Back at Hangover Central, USA, the guys find their group date card says, "Come Rock My World - Ali". Oh goodie, I bet it will be some really popular, relevant band! But instead they get Barenaked Ladies. Hi. 1998 called, they want their adult contemporary group back. The boys get in a van and are driven to an abandoned ghetto looking area in LA where they will be murdered, then this show will REALLY get exciting! But instead of certain death, they find Barenaked Ladies just rockin' away. The boys feign interest -- one says he's "always" wanted to see them. My hubby says Barenaked Ladies are stoked because it's their biggest gig in 8 years.

Their job today, should they chose to accept, is to star in a video for the group's new song. They each draw straws for scenes with Ali. Weatherman gets a scene in which he gets to make out hardcore with her and is literally terrified, like shaking and sweating terrified. And he also cries. It's bad, you guys. Then she has a scene with Kurt, whoever he is, and they roll around making out and dry humping in a bed while she wears lingere. It's supposed to be fake but looks pretty real from where I'm sitting. ABC? It's only 8:45. Let's cool it with the continuous dry humping. The director yells cut and there is no cutting in that bed, if you know what I mean. It makes the other guys so uncomfortable that they all leave. Congrats, Kurt! You just mortified a group of people with no ethics, morals or shame! It's a first for this show!

Later they go to a "wrap party" on another rooftop bar with hot tub. Frank connects with Kurt over their mutual connection with Ali. So many connections going on here. Weatherman tries to explain his lack of balls and makes things even more awkward. The other guys jostle for time with her. Kurt gets in the hot tub with Ali, but the rest of the guys jump in and ruin their special moment. Why aren't there anthropologists on the set studying this behavior? It's fascinating. Like gorillas in the wild, except less civilized.

Back at the Junction, the guys find out Hunter will be going on the next one-on-one. Again, who? I wish I cared enough to learn their names. Hunter is dunzo. I can tell before he even leaves the Junction. He says it's the most important thing that has happened to him. EVER [pregnant pause]...on this show. But before we get to that, the big drama we were promised begins to unfold.

Justin "Rated R", the professional wrestler who is currently hobbling around on crutches, decides he needs -- nay, DESERVES -- some one-on-one time with Ali. He decides to begin his suicide mission to hike, on crutches, up some rocky slopes to her casa on the hill. There are several shots of him navigating around, asking locals where Ali lives (creepy!), climbing through ditches and across busy streets. It's your classic ill-conceived plan. They show Ali being interviewed and him gimping up behind her. She pretends like she's shocked and honored that he would risk his life to spend a few moments with her. They look at some pictures of his family and talk about his Daddy issues, as in, he doesn't' have one and wants to be a Daddy. He wants to win a reality show TV contest so he can prove he's a better man than his father? That seems about right.

Anyway, Justin's escapades are cutting into Ali's one-on-one date time with Hunter. Which doesnt 'matter because Hunter sucks a little for Ali. They go to her house, and Ali is wearing, like, jeans and flip flops and doesn't bother to brush her weave at all. Nice of her to dress up for this shindig.  He grills approximately four pounds of hamburger and a package of hot dogs while discussing how he'd gladly leave his job and stay home and take care of their hypothetical children. Ali looks terrified. They slide into the hot tub/ infinity pool where they discuss the hot tub/infinity pool. Then there is some awkward silence, then he kisses her shoulder. Ouch, Hunter. Good luck in the future, bud.

Later they sit by a fire, eating again because apparently their hypothetical children ate all that grilled meat and left them hungry, and Hunter spots the rose and says, "Theeerrreeee's a roooooossseeee!" with a sneaky smile. She says, yeah, about that. You're not getting this rose. Then she drops the "just friends" bomb and it explodes all over Hunter's sad little face.

The boys at the Junction then watch as the Grim Reaper of the Bach House carries away Hunter's bags. Some guys cheer. Craig R continues to get wasted on his 40 oz.

Next is elimination party night. Frank continues his one man crazy person show by creeping on Kurt about how much they love Ali. Frank did not learn "sharing" skills in kindergarten. Ew, how gross is it that they share her? Sometimes I forget that's what's happening on this show. Steve, who I believe has never gotten a date, plans his own date with a throw rug and some candles and an unopened bottle of champagne. He says if she wasnt' goign to take him on a date, he'd take her. And Lord, what a terrible date. She has to first get down on the ground in a huge ball gown, then he can't open the bottle. Listen, buddy, if you're unable to open booze, you're not right for Ali. She needs that in a man.

Later, while talking with Roberto, Ali lets it drop that Justin came to visit her. Roberto shares this with the guys and they go on a mission to find pitchforks and torches so they can attack Justin. They all have a little squabble like 8th grade girls fighting over lipgloss, then Justin goes out to the lanai and cries a little, and by cry, I mean he blinked really hard and rubbed his lower eye just like he had a real tear.

Here are my thoughts on Justin: I almost felt sorry for him earlier when he was talking about his Dad. Obviously, editing comes into play very heavily on this show, and I believe the producers are trying to get us to feel sorry for him. But honestly, he's a professional wrestler which is just an actor with a terrible manager. There has to be something going on if every single guy in the house hates him passionately. So I think we're going to see more from him soon and I think he's just as bad as all the guys think he is.

Chris announces the rose ceremony and Chris L, Chris N, Jesse (who was wearing a demin t-shirt because he really does only have one suit, I guess), Ty, Kasey, Craig, Frank, Weatherman, Kurt and Justin all get roses.

This one was a snoozer so just be thankful you can read about it in less than 10 minutes instead of watching for 2 hours.

Did you watch? Who is your favorite? Did you think it was a little on the boring side?
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Bachelorette: Episode Two - the Weave's Vegas Vacation

Ali's got her weave done right, it's on so tight, it's on tonight! The "Love (or Lust -- isn't it the same thing?) Express" is pulling into D-bag Junction: Population 17 eligible bachelors. And by eligible, I mean "willing to at leave their girlfriends for at least 5 months in order to further their career". Don't you wish YOU were Ali? She thought so.

On to the show!

Ali starts by saying, "I'm dating 17 guys right now!" and laughing hysterically and maybe she snorts a little. Her laugh is really intense, y'all. Sometimes I want to punch my TV when I hear her laugh. And Bee Tee Dubya, ain't nothing funny about cheating on 17 people with their roommates. In the real world, we'd call that kind of a girl a Sluttius Maxiumus and we'd all make fun of her behind her back. Oh wait, that's what I'm doing here.

Ali's first date is with Frank, whom I said would win it all last week and that was before I read the spoilers. The thing about Frank is that he's completely and totally an insane stalker person, but he hides it well enough that she thinks he's just totally into her. Last week during his intro interview he was all, "who is the Bachelorette? ALI? OMG I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HER ALL I NEED IS SOME OF HER NAIL CLIPPINGS TO COMPLETE MY COLLECTION?" but in a "I just want to make her happy for the rest of her days" kind of way rather than an "I'd like to wear her skin as a shirt" kind of way.

They start out driving away from D-bag Junction in a classic aqua blue convertible. You know what? I think this car was supposed to be in a museum. Like it's original owners restored it to the luster of its heyday in order to put it on a pedestal at some car museum, but the B'ette people were all, hey, what is more romantic and old Hollywood than a convertible!? I don't know what's MORE romantic but I sure know what's the complete opposite on the romance scale: breaking down on the highway. Which totally happened to them. And THEN they got out of the car and literally ran off the exit and grabbed a cab.

This show is so ridiculous. If they were a real couple and their car broke down, you can't tell me there wouldnt' be lots of snippyness over who got the oil changed last, and then some stony cold silence while waiting for the tow-truck.

They do some stupid stuff like walk up and down Hollywood Blvd. taking pictures of each other making silly faces. Ali jumps up into Frank's arms like 4 million times because I guess she cant' walk? And then Frank says, "I feel like we're already a couple". Right, after spending two hours with her, which included one broken down car. How soon we forget the other 16 guys our girlfriend is dating.

Ali tells Frank she wants to show him a very special area that not many people get to see. Oh, Ali. I can think of at least one Bachelor contestant who has seen that area and...oh wait. You mean an actual PLACE. It happens to be the Hollywood sign. It's the most recognizable place IN THE WHOLE WORLD! Ali says.
Frank continues to throw his head back, run his fingers through his hair, smile like an idiot and say, "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" She and Frank talk about how he quit his job as a successful funds manager (I just made that up -- I don't know what he did before) and moved to Paris to write screenplays, and now has moved back and manages a Sunglass Hut at the Mall while he continues to write screenplays.

Two presumptions about Frank: He works at a Sunglass Hut (that's not a fact, it's just what I think) or a Lens Crafters and he writes romantic comedy after romantic comedy. And I think he's also on this show JUST to get more material for his screenplay.

They continue the conversation by saying, "Oh, sure, careers are nice, but then there is [insert a heavenly light and angels singing and sparkle love hearts flying everywhere] LOVE and that's more important!" Excuse me, bank account says what? Sister, we can't all leave our jobs and get six figures to find [air quotes] LOVE. Is there some new economy in the Bachelor/ette universe that has jobs out the ying yang? 

 I think the date ends romantically somehow. I was sort of over their date at the time.

Meanwhile, back at the Junction, some clown rocking a ridiculous yellow hat is making fun of random guys in the house because they are younger than him and or have tattoos.  His name is Craig M. REMEMBER THIS NAME.

The next date is with a group of guys and it's pretty awful because it involves Speedos and Beer and maybe a sweater wrapped around someone's neck. They are taking photos for a hot guy calendar and the proceeds are going to charity. Ali says she hopes they enjoy doing things for others. Sure, if "things" means ALI and "others" means themselves, then yes...this is right up their alley.

The next date is with Jesse B. He's a contractor from Missouri and bought his first suit before coming on this show and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....oh sorry, I dozed off because he's so darn boring! They go to Vegas and splash around in a pool. Where on earth are my notes on this date? I don't think I took any. I'm going from memory here: He gets all dolled up in his second new suit, provided by Ali, as well as the new cuff links she "bought" for him with all this money she suddenly has from LOVE? Whatever. He meets her in her suite that's bigger than my house and they eat dinner overlooking the Vegas strip. They talk about inane things like whose hometown was smaller. You know what? I hate how Ali plays up her "small town" life or her "city life" whenever it's convenient. Like obvs, you're pretty at home in San Francisco. That's hardly small town. Today, with Jesse, small town wins out, I guess.

After dinner, the two have VIP access to a hot new club, which. Wait. There is nobody at this club. Like not a single soul besides the D-list Michael Buble wannabe. As Jamie said on Twitter last night (follow her if you want some awesome B'ette Tweets inserted into your timeline), $10 being on this show actually HURTS his popularity. They canoodle and nuzzle and then start to dance the most awkward dance since 6th grade. He's standing behind her and they are rocking but it's almost like she's trying to turn around to spin or look at him or dance normal and he's just fine with the standing-up reverse lapdance. So odd. So small town Missouri?

Back at the Junction: WOAH is there some drama going down! And no, it's not because somebody drank the last of the Nati! Some guy is screaming at some other guy in the pool (I believe the guy being screamed at is Justin "Rated R" Professionalwrestlerguy) about how he's not here for Ali.

And then there is Craig M. I used the phrase "sociopath" so many times in reference to Craig M on Twitter last night that I got followed by several mental health professionals. Craig and his stupid hats and neck sweaters have it out for Johnathan, the Weatherman from Texas (I didn't know what his name was until I read Jamie's recap this AM.) They hate each other hardcore, you guys. Weatherman thinks Craig M is dangerous and poison. He says in an interview that Craig M is a category 6 a-hole. Is that a weather reference I hear? Well now I want him to win just for saying that. He also calls him a jerk-off like 20 times. It's poetry in motion.

Weatherman wants to save Ali from Craig M's crazy and tells her all about him. During the cocktail party, Ali tries to call Craig M out on his behavior and asks if he's really there for her (those of you who are playing the B'ette drinking game -- DRINK!) and he says, "yeah, sort of, I mean I'm here to make some bros and then to romance you when I get the chance". Then he gives her the Joker smile and laughs off any talk of being dangerous or psychotic.

And immediately calls the guys together to find out who told Ali he was dangerous. Have these guys ever seen this show before? This happens on the daily, every season. He's very Al Pacino in the Godfather in this scene what with his three piece suit and scary smile and maybe a hidden gun. I'm just sayin'. The intense confrontation is interspersed with Weatherman talking head shots in which he discusses how much he does NOT want to get punched in the face because it's his livelihood. His face is his livelihood. Because he's a weatherman.Precious. It's all just too much for me, and apparently for Chris Harrison, too. He steps in and tells the dudes that Ali is ready to make her decisions.

Ali chooses some guy named Steve I've never seen before, a bunch of other guys whose names I'm not bothering to learn, a rico-suave guy named Roberto -- now come on, can we just call him Rob? But I do enjoy me some Rob. He's charming. Final rose is between Weatherman and Craig M. Weatherman gets it.

Craig M, we lost you too soon. Even crazy psycho Michelle got to stay around until at least week three during Jake's season. And Jillian kept Dave around until he tried to cop a feel whilst drunk.

A moment of silence for Craig M and his puffy hair. We'll miss you.
Via ABC.com
Craig M. Bachelorette Contestant
May 24, 2010 - May 31, 2010


Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Gravy...it's a dealbreaker, ladies!

I was planning a whole bunch of stories about bad dates and boyfriends I've had in honor of my 3 year wedding anniversary tomorrow (and how wonderful my husband is), but I'm lazy so you'll get two of the best in one post!

I'll start with the longest. I dated C for 3 years. We lived in different cities but only about 2 hours apart, so I saw him almost every weekend. Where do I start with C? He was a unique person. Uniquely weird and hard to read and uniquely serious in all the wrong ways.

C had two great passions in life: gambling and bowling. Sounds like a real winner, RIGHT? He literally was a winner once, when after many nights of online gambling on offshore casinos, he won $1800 and funded our trip to Las Vegas where he GAMBLED SOME MORE. During that trip, I lost my purse and had to go to the police in one of the casinos and do a report, THEN had to cancel all my credit cards, and THEN was so upset that I was choking on my tears and he went down to the casino to gamble! I mean he was up, why not! Don't worry about me, I'll just soak my pillow with a river of salty tears BY MYSELF.

C's other passion, bowling, was serious business. He was on a college bowling team. He had 11 balls...try to read that last statement and not giggle. He was in a couple leagues. You know how cheerleaders will go off on you if you say their cheering is not a sport? He was totally like that. I'm sorry, but if you can drink while playing, it ain't a sport.

The first time C met any of my friends, we decided to go bowling. MASSIVE FAIL OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. I knew it was over when he rolled his huge bag of balls into the bowling alley. JP remembers this well and we'll often laugh at how ridiculous that moment was. Laugh so we don't dry. Three years, folks!

 (P.S. he's married now with a child, so I hope that bowling and poker moved down to passions number three and four. Also, I am still friendly with this dude because it turns out we had nothing in common...IMAGINE!)

After that relationship was over, I didn't date much. I was pretty torn up about it (who knows why). I became the wingwoman to a friend and sorority sister who liked to party and loved men. I became the little angel on her shoulder who tried to get her to close her tab, say goodnight to the feller she was trying to hook, get into the passenger seat of her car and give me the keys. That happened about 2 out of every 10 visits to the ol drinking hole.

Mostly I just talked to the friends of her conquests. One day she was talking to a guy, I'm going to call him Kevin, and I told her it was time to leave. Kevin's wingman, Dan, struck up a conversation with me and tried to get my number. I started to give him the wrong number, then just told him I'd see him around, because I was in NO MOOD to deal with his crap. I was so disillusioned with men that I had no interested in even getting to know him.

Next time we were at the Union (that was the bar we all frequented), my friend and Kevin had more time to talk and by default I got to hang out with Dan. He asked me out on a date and my internal monologue went something like this:

"He's not entirely awful looking, he's asking you out on a date, just say yes. What's the worst that could happen?"

WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN.

We went out a few days later. He took me to a nice restaurant but I knew from the second we met (yes, we met there because I didn't want to be stuck in a car with him if it was awkward). The conversation was absolutely terrible. We had nothing to say to each other. There was a lot of small talk and talking about how good our food was. After the date was over, he asked what I wanted to do and the only thing I could think of was going to the Union (duh) so I could (hopefully) be rescued. At the bar, the lame conversation continued, he spilled beer on my new black capris, and finally...FINALLY...God answered my prayers and my friends came to join us. He left later on and asked if I'd like to go out again sometime.

I said yes....WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?

A week or so later, we were (again) at the Union and Dan asked what I'd like to do on our next date and also mentioned he didn't have much money (smooth). I suggested we just cook dinner at my house or his house and asked what he wanted. He said fried chicken and mashed potatoes and the sides, like am I KFC over here? But for some unknown reason I said, that's a FABULOUS idea. Maybe it's because I knew I could blog about it 7 years later.

The day of the date, I was finishing up cooking when he arrived at my house.Everything was looking good -- fried chicken tenders, (instant) mashed potatoes, green beans and corn....I'd remembered everything but the gravy.

Me: Oh hey, Dan, I totally forgot the gravy! Would you mind running to the store for me to get it...it's only a block or so away.
Dan: Sure, babe. Do you have money?
Me: Excuse me?
Dan: I'm just out of money right now, so could you give me money to get gravy.
Me: It's only going to be, like, $1.50.
Dan: yeah.....

I gave him the money but knew that it was a terrible sign that I should end this quick, like pulling off a band-aid.

But instead I gave him one last chance...3 times a charm?

A few nights later, we went to get ice cream. I was searching for something, ANYTHING to talk about. I talked about a class I had in which we talked about certain words in the English language meaning nothing because they were overused -- like the word "nice". Then, later, I told him a story about the ice cream place.

Dan: Oh, that's nice
Me: Nice? That's the only thing you could think about saying after we JUST talked about how nice really doesn't mean anything?
Dan: Yeah..it's nice.

*sigh* Strike three. You're out.

Then a year and a half or so later, my husband and I started dating, so there is eventually a happy ending to my dating saga. You'll hear that tomorrow!

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

We're not as crazy and unstable as we seem *update*

Usually around 2 to 3 pm I start getting the afternoon blues here in the old cubicle. Usually it's just a case of the sleepies, but lately its' been exacerbated by the snug fit of my work pants. There are days where I really can't think of anything more than crawling under my desk for a nap. Just a short one.

So yesterday I texted my sister and the following conversation occurred. I'm transcribing these texts just like I got them :

Me: I look and feel yucky.
Sis: I'm sure you look pretty.
Me: I don't. Fat and ugly face!!!!!!!!!!!! Boooooo
Sis: Noooooooooottttttttttt!!!
Sis: I'm eating a cookie for your plus one.
Me: Oh yummy, what kind?
Sis: Smiley face cookie from Servattis!!

About this time she sent this picture:

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My sister will do pretty much anything, include making the nastiest face ever, to make me laugh. The subject of this message said, "BTW, THIS is fat and ugly".

Me: Whatever. You are SO not fat! Or ugly! At least your pants are zipped.
Sis: ......OR ARE THEY?
Me: Hahaha it would be so awesome if they were! (they were, but only because the top clasp was broken. So technically, they were just not broken).

Right about this time, I sent her a picture of me:


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Sis: (in response to this picture) You must have sent the wrong pic. you sent a beautiful picture of yourself.

So I sent this one:

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She must have gotten the picture and I basically won the "I'm uglier" contest because she never did write back!

This is so what we do all the time, though. We spend a lot of time together saying things like, "You're so pretty." "No, you're prettier." or "I have the best sister." "No, you have the second best sister because I have the best sister." It's truly ridiculous on many levels. And believe it or not, we both found guys who would marry us.

Oh, so question for you guys. Let's say someone was interviewing for a job. What are your thoughts on kitschy leave behinds, like notepads with the candidates names on them, or personalized pencils? Tacky or brilliant?

*Update*  This "leave behind" is not my idea because I am not interested in looking for  a new job at all. But there are people who do come through here whether it be interns or applicants or whatnot, and they bring a variety of interesting leave behinds, so I guess I'm more curious as to what you guys think of people coming in to interview at your place of employment and who later leave things. That is all.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Our Disney Sports Weekend (Volume 2): Econo Lodge ain't playing

I'm sure you've all been waiting eagerly to hear the next installment of my Disney Sports Weekend story, so I'll go back to Saturday evening before I got famous.

We usually don't stay overnight at Disney because I work for a not-for-profit and my husband works for a Christian school, so his riches are in Heaven and mine are invested back into our community (i.e. we're poor people). So when we do, it's crucial that we stay at some really fine cheap establishments. I usually just go on Expedia or wherever and choose the lowest price in the area.We've stayed at some dooseys, let me tell you. And this particular Econo Lodge was, like, $30 bucks a night with tax. Listen, beggars can't be choosers.

We drove out of the sparkly, happy fairyland of the Disney resort area and into Kissimmie where unscrupulous people try to sell you time-shares, steal all your money with fake tickets and cheap t-shirts, and con you into taking their "high speed transportation" (read: van) to Disney although it takes 4 years to get there. But look! They feed you a continental breakfast before you go, HOW NICE OF THEM.

Hubby pulled into the Econo Lodge parking lot and the sign blinked  "CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN!" and also "COMPUTERS IN EVERY ROOM!"  Hubby said, "This place doesn't look like we'll get murdered too hard here." and I said, "yeah, and it's clean. And there are computers?"

You know a place is super-classy when you see the little bullet-proof glass window for all check-ins after 10 pm. I love those places. It makes me feel very safe and secure and not at all like I need to keep pepper-spray under my pillow.

Anyway, we found out upon check in that there were indeed computers in every room and we could access them for the low, low cost of $2.95 per night. I'm thinking, no way is there a computer in that room, they must have their crazy pants on or something. I mean let's refer back for a moment to the bullet-proof glass check-in and then consider that crack addicts looking for something to steal and sell for their next fix know there are computers in every room BECAUSE IT'S ON THE GIANT FLASHING SIGN. So there really was no way I wouldn't get murdered in my sleep that night if there was, in fact, a computer in my room.

And damned if there wasn't a computer in our freaking room. Like a full-on desktop computer bolted to the desk.

We surveyed the room and I said, "it doesn't look too dirty at all!" because that was the high standard by which I was judging this room. "Look! There is a bed and a toilet and a shower! We can definitely sleep and poop and wash our bodies in this room!" NEVERMIND the coaxial on the TV was from the stone ages and therefore no longer worked and we had to call to get it fixed. The guy who answered the "fix it" line asked if we wanted a credit or for him to fix it. Yes, a credit on basically nothing. Actually I wish I would have taken the credit to be honest.

We dropped our bags off and then went to this lovely wing place, which turned out to be a Hooters knock off. The perky little hostess came up to us and I think we were both so shocked at her lack of pants that we were all, "yes, a table for 2 please" like it was the nicest fancy place on the planet. Honestly, I feel a little uncomfortable with so much boob and butt-cheek showing. I don't frequent Hooters, I mean more power to those little ladies and I'm not all "Shameful!" and clutching my pearls or anything. It's just not my kind of place. But we were hungry and already there and Hubby and I both had a ton of pity for our waitress and her fake eyelashes and nails and one-size-too-small boyshorts. He said he felt a little weird being a faux-Hooters as a married man (that means I have him securely wrapped around my little finger.) The food wasn't that bad, actually.

It was called Ker's Winghouse (and here is Ker, the founder, not creepy AT ALL), and it was like Hooters' not-so-pretty-or-talented-sister-who-acts-slutty-to-make-up-for-it. There was so much nakedness framed on the walls of this joint. And they had the most terrible slogan: "Need we say more!" -- written just like that. Firstly, yes, please do say more because that slogan makes no sense to me. Secondly, why is there an exclamation mark, because isn't that a question? "Need we say more? Please answer yes or no." That bothered me a lot.

Well after dinner we went back to the hotel and delighted in the fact that all our things were still in the room and there were no dead bodies! And as I'm getting my bathroom bag from the desk, I notice this sign:



So basically, if you take anything, even by accident, they will charge you for it. Because in the real world, pillows are worth that much, as are the faded bedspreads from 1992. P.S. Who would take a hotel bedspread? That's nasty on so many different levels. Econo Lodge isn't even messing around, y'all. They are serious as a heart attack about their white washcloths and towels.

There is also this:



Um, you guys....IT'S A LAMINATED MENU. I mean it would probably cost 50 cents to copy a new one and laminate it because you know if they have computers in every room, they must have a laminating machine up in that Econo Lodge. But conversely, who roaming God's green pastures would steal a hotel menu? I wonder if there is a charge associated with it...

In the morning we mosey downstairs for our free, continental breakfast. Now ponder for a second in your brains what continental breakfast means to you. Toast, pastry and juice, or eggs, bacon and gravy? If it's the latter, I'm sorry friend, but you're in for a long life of disappointment.

Toast, generic-city-USA pastries and juice were on the menu. But of course, this older lady was talking Hubby's ear off about everything under the sun and at one point says, "This really isn't much of a breakfast, is it? Tsk-tsk." and Hubby and I looked at each other like, "Really? You expected more than this when a night's lodging and breakfast is less than one meal at Ker's Winghouse?" (I told you -- LONG LIFE OF DISAPPOINTMENT!)

Tomorrow or maybe Saturday, I'll share Volume 3 of this epic weekend trip. This one will be very picture heavy and not so many words.
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