anagram of brat

...when you realize how much of your fragile little psyche was shaped in childhood by commercials? Yep, had one of those this morning when I put The Preciousssss on random at work and Bobby Darin singing "Mack the Knife" came up near the top of the list.

"Mack the Knife" is a pretty awesome song. It's kind of a gateway drug into the messed up little world of Bertolt Brecht, if you're inclined towards interesting pockets of music geekery and not so much into pop/jazz standards of the early sixties. The problem is that if your brain was at a certain stage of malleability/development around 1989 (which mine was) and you watched probably too much TV than the experts deemed healthy at the time, this is probably the first thing you think of when you hear it:



A big scary moon face wearing sunglasses that's only slightly less creepy than the Burger King. Who can't lip synch to save his life. (RuPaul would be telling him to sashay away after three bars.)

I have similar problems with Beethoven's "Für Elise" because of yet another steller ad from Mickey D's.



I still know every single one of these words. There's a fleeting wish for a little brother included with that so I could spitefully deny him french fries. Hands off, they're mine, all mine ALL MINE!!!!!

Well, I suppose I have cell23 now, but he buys his own goddamn fries.

You know what else I still know all the words to after all these damn years?



Man, the McDLT, talk about taking a person back. :P I remember having the little plastic record of this back in the day and thinking it was just CRAZINESS that they could etch things on a skinny strip of vinyl and your record player would totally PLAY THEM. CDs were still expensive space tech at the time.

I suppose a greater comment about the impact of advertising on children can be made here considering how far up into the delicate nooks and crannies of my brain the ads from one company in particular (and one pushing fast food at that) have lodged themselves and remain long after I've grown up, but I'm not making it right now. Instead I just amusedly shake my head (and my fist) at how McDonalds has warped my fragile little mind and to some extent my music taste.

I will note, however, that I now have a POWERFUL craving for McNuggets.

Fart resistant blanket.

Fart. Resistant. Blanket.

FART BLANKET.

FAAAAAAAAAAAART BLANKET.

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What the bloody blue fuck, y'all.

WHAT.

Considering me being sick this week this carries a double punch of wtf.

ETA: also renegadethumper totally wins the Haterade Award for this.

... well, fudge.

It's my dick in a *fancy* box
(mostly work safe, other than content and horrendous web design)

to quote htl_1126, "every bedazzled vag needs a fancy dick!"


...right crawling away and completely disowning humanity now.

VAJAZZLING. (nsfw)

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• today was a good day... found out I'm getting an extra check this month, today's work stuff went really really well, and I got to come home early which is always a bonus.
  
  
• the evening was good too - spent the entireity of it vegging in front of the TV mostly with the roommate (who was also having a good day) and combing out more dreads. I'm at the point where it looks fine from the front and extremely weird in the back, so it is super bandanna time. Right now I'm wearing one I borrowed from Cara that is such a bright poisonous shade of scarlet that I'm quite sure I'm going to be mistaken for a Blood. Yeah... thinking purple scarf for work tomorrow.
  
  
• Cara's friend Adrian was over this evening and it was revealed that while she had borrowed the copy of Blazing Saddles haunting the base of the TV, she had in fact never seen the movie. Clearly that had to be instantly fixed, 10:45 pm be damned. To our credit, Adrian and I refrained as much as we could from quoting the whole damn thing (though I broke down and had to sing "I'm Tired" along with Madeleine Kahn), and when we had to did it quietly, but it was a struggle. The script of that movie is pretty much a barrage of memorable one liners. And it's one of those movies where every damn time you see it you notice something new.
  
  
• ETA: Oh forgot about this - Adrian was telling me stories of living in Marietta, GA. Specifically, about The Big Chicken. Dear gods, real life is weirder than fiction sometimes! I now want to go visit so that I can hear people give me directions using the chicken as a reference point! I haven't laughed that hard in a while.
  
  
• Tonight's Implements of destruction:
  
  
  
  That blob in the foreground is tonight's tribble, which is somewhat bigger than my fist. Yyyyeah. I was trying to play around a bit with the manual focus on the hatemonger, but it didn't work out so well. also I realized long after said tribble was committed to the compost bucket that I made a pretty elementary mistake on my camera settings, which is why barely any of the pictures came out last night and why this one is so damn dark. Pout. Oh well, something to keep in mind for later days.
  
  
• It was one of those days where Cara was having a good brain day, and I wasn't feeling stabbity, so we had a pretty long conversation before Adrian came over about head stuff. When she's on a good day, she's an excellent sounding board for interesting emotional issues I need to talk through; I realized a lot of things as I was doing so. I feel somewhat better about what I have to do this coming weekend, which is nice, but I also realize I have some things going on on a low level that I'm seriously not dealing with effectively, and I can see where I'm laying the same track I did before for Major Drama Problems Oh God down the line, which is uncomfortable because now I Have To Fix It. Taking responsibility for your own well-being/peace of mind/mental health/actions/consequences may be character building but man it kinda sucks most days. Looks like tomorrow's commute is going to be full of the dealing with snow and talking to myself about this shit. *sigh* The quest for self-awareness continues.
  
  
• Have to somehow magically squeeze money out of my bank account tomorrow so I can afford to take Hanzo in, then go to New York. Ugh, that's not going to be fun.

Tired and cold. Bath and bed now...