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[thejunipertree]

me: All right, that's now TWO IGGY POP songs that are being used in fucking commercials. I'm ANGRY.

Carrie: i was actually quite happy to hear hooverphonic in the vw vapor commercial

me: Iggy Pop should not sell Caribbean cruises. Or hawk FTD.

Carrie: ftd?

Carrie: better than fds.

me: Heeee!

me: I don't know...something about Iggy Pop speaks of feminine hygiene to me.

Carrie: maybe he'd be more down with selling fds.

Carrie: but what's ftd?

me: Some floral delivery thing.

Carrie: oh.

Carrie: um.. wtf?

me: Like bouquets and such-like.

Carrie: yeah..

Carrie: i'm just having difficulty seeing how iggster has anything to do with that shit

Carrie: if HE wanted to tell someone he loved them..

me: FTD also used David Bowie's Heroes. I almost put my foot through the television.

Carrie: well, i don't know what he'd do exactly, but i doubt it would be anything to do with ftd!

me: He'd cut his sack open and smear the blood all over a paper heart, I'd reckon.

Carrie: that's devotion.

Carrie: fucking psychotic, but sweet.

me: heh

Carrie: "it's the thought that counts."

me: "ow, my sack!"

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The worst is that some stupid company used
Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It"
for some kind of cold medication commercial.
Not that I like Twisted Sister, but it just
made me sad that was being used to sell something
so completely mundane.

I suppose Dee Snyder is going to have put
out another movie like "Strangeland" now.

What a horrible movie that piece of tripe was.

Comments

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

damn you.

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

Please don't tell me you /liked/ that movie?

"Welcome to my world."

*snork*

...gah...

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

i was referring to my own (edited, admittedly) version of this post in my journal. nyah.

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

:P

I'm sneaking on my work computer, just
to write this. Quake before my rebellion.
Quake, I tell you.

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

by the way.. something very similar to this happened on my last day of work at my record store. stupid fuckers. they're getting everything a mere $1 above cost and they always doublecheck to make sure i'm not sn33kily cheating them out of their deals (even though i've never fucking seen them shop there before in all my dayz.. sure, come and take advantage of us when we're down, not before, and THEN have the fucking audacity to even THINK that i'm trying to cheat your wrinkled ass..), &...

So I go downstairs to the register she bought the staplers at, reset the date, duplicate the cashier number and purchase number, and ring the goddamn shit up at $39.50. Then I call her back sayin' I found the original detail tape and check it out, it looks like you owe us a dollar additional, plus extra sales tax, your own receipt must have come out poor. A week later I get a payment for the full amount, with her apologies. I pocket the extra buck and change, spend it on a lotto ticket, and win five bucks. It's payback time for that bitch.

steve, bless his stupid ass, i think, fixed it so it'd be that way on purpose. i don't care. that happened thrice in one day, & it was great, great, great.

"Well, now you OWE us a nickel! Shouldn't've complained!"

funnily enough, it was always the women who put up the fuss. the guys just wanted to take their cheap cool stuff & get the hell out the store so they could go enjoy it.

come home, damnit. i'm cleaning for tomorrow & i am bored.