Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Which cleaning product mascot do you prefer?



I'm inclined to vote for Mr. Clean. His appeal is more timeless whereas Brawny man is a li'l too marlboro man- and '70s porn star-ish for my taste. I'm surprised they haven't updated his look at all. Although I'm sure he went over really well during the Tom Selleck/Burt Reynolds male standard of beauty era. He also comes off as overly wholesome and square for my tastes. Mr. Clean is a bit more of an enigma. He keeps you guessing. Speaking of which, I'd venture to guess that Mr. Clean has been through some shit in his life. He looks like he's done a 7-year bid for crissakes. He's of the streets yet cosmopolitan at the same time. I'm sure he's perfectly capable of sitting down and playing some Gershwin at a cocktail party.

So there you have it -- I'm raising my glass to Mr. Clean. Brawny should save the mountain man/paul bunyan mascot for power tools.

I'm interested in how any of you women out there (all 2 or 3 of you) feel--because these products are marketed toward women. I actually can see how Brawny might appeal to middle-aged women as he looks like the kind of guy who'd have big hands. Older women seem to really go for that kinda thing.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Why leave a cucumber in your gym locker?


Especially when it's a nice, firm seedless concombre d'Angleterre? I was almost of a mind to take it home and whip up a salad..

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Garrett and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day



I think I want to write a children's book with this title about this guy. Who thinks someone really did steal Garrett's wheels? Maybe I should call him and ask.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

random spam text -- the madlibs of the Internet generation


So I guess I'm taking it back to the genesis of this here blog with my
latest entry. For those of you who don't remember, the name of this blog came from the subject line of a spam email. I wanted to share some recent ones that cracked me up:

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except in self defense.

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and me through jails and bars. I've had it! He unsnapped the straps of the
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You get the picture. Some are more nonsensical than others. Part of me thinks they are random, because it seems you just couldn't make these up--but if that's the case, how would you explain the nearly logical arrangement of subject and verb and narrative flow that some of these seem to possess? It's as if they've been yanked from a novel and someone's taken the time to muck them up and alter the wording. Perhaps someone's formulated a madlibs-like algorithmic template into which the computer merely drops the words. In any event, I want to be a part of this. My ADD/absurdist leanings might serve me well in this line of work.