Archive for too much information

Sorry, I Blacked Out on Facebook

Posted in deep thoughts, facebook with tags , , , , on October 9, 2009 by thedith

You know when you’re on Facebook, just randomly clicking at pictures, and you find yourself looking at stranger’s pictures?

And then you click a new tab away from the Facebook tab, and then like, 10 minutes later you come back to the Facebook tab, and you’re like, who the FUCK is Giuliia DeGeneres, and WHY am I looking at her pictures?


I’m Easily Convinced

Posted in deep thoughts, random with tags , , , , , , , on April 30, 2009 by melsanie

As someone who is easily persuaded, I buy into every infomercial.  I don’t spend money on the products but man, after watching those long adverts I am CONVINCED that whatever product they’re trying to hauk at me is the greatest invention in the world.  Because I have been laying horizontal for the past three days watching TV, I’ve had a chance to see a few, like Bendaroos, which are lame wax like strips and FunSlides, which seem like the most dangerous toy a kid can have.  Despite the fact that these were less than stellar infomercials, I still wanted to buy them.  Duh.  But I got to thinking of which infomercials were my favorite and I came up with these:

The Magic Bullet Part 1 It’s not necessarily the product that is amazing but the characters on this infomercial that really make this one my favorite.

The Magic Bullet Part 2.  IT’S A PARTY!

Kinoki Pads. So much ew-factor going on.

SNUGGIE.  omg it’s SO hard to answer my phone when I’m under a blanket.

SlapChop. It has that creepy CREEPY ShamWow guy, but it’s funny/awkward in that there are so many sexual innuendos and not enough time.  Click here to watch it in Spanish and here to see it being rapped.  People have way too much time on their hands.

Did I miss any?

Speaking of Too Much Information…

Posted in Weekend Wars with tags , , , on April 12, 2009 by thedith

Well, my (maybe British?) downstairs neighbor and his porn star girlfriend are at it again.  Poundin’ the bedsprings, the walls, and my sanity.  

Think about this though, he lives BELOW us….do you know how loud you have to be for people ABOVE you to hear you? And it reaches all the way to the third floor! Which is just actually kind of rude, because they’re giving OUR flat a bad name.  Who would believe that sex sounds would penetrate through TWO floors? Not Upstairs Clapton, that’s for sure.  He tooootally didn’t believe Caitlin when she insisted that  our apartment building’s version of Boogie Nights was being renacted by Downstairs Lothario — and not her.

“Mmmhmmm….” Clapton smiled and nodded knowingly.  See? Rude. 

And, okay, Jenna Jameson, I’m sure you’re having a great time down there, but I don’t buy your theatrics.  He can’t be that good.  Can he? Shudder. Too much information…