Random silliness

Fun times were had this evening at nidaba's! :) Aside from the general hanging out and chatting it up, we played Werewolf (the Mafia redux, not the RPG), which I haven't played in ages.

Anyhoo, since this post of possible follow-up song titles by weds pretty much exploded, I'm in the mood to toss a few out there:

Video Is Serving A Life Term In Prison (Video Killed The Radio Star, The Buggles)
I Should Have Had a Well-Balanced Meal (I Want Candy, Bow Wow Wow)
Okay, Maybe a Little More Mr. Nice Guy, But Only Because You Asked (No More Mr. Nice Guy, Alice Cooper)
Curses, I've Got The Black Lung (Working in a Coal Mine, Devo)
But It Can Buy Me A Lot Of Hookers (Can't Buy Me Love, The Beatles)
Just Had A Chemical Peel (Celebrity Skin, Hole)
Apparently You Did, Because I'm Developing A Nasty Bruise (Do You Really Want To Hurt Me, Culture Club)
The Man Who Signed A 12-Month Lease on The World (The Man Who Sold The World, David Bowie)
Policy of Not Telling You That You Look Rather Plump In That Dress (Policy of Truth, Depeche Mode)
Lifetime Supply of Tide With Bleach (Dirty Laundry, Don Henley)
So I Moved To The Northwestern United States (I'm Only Happy When It Rains, Garbage)
I Only Made It Through The Bourbon Because I Can't Hold My Liquor or My Fake I.D. Was Confiscated, So Just Give Me a Pepsi (One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer, George Thorogood)

Oh, fun times. I'll probably think of more later.

"Why couldn't he send me shopping at the Tri-plex, or--ooh! Synchronizers!"

storm_dancer informed me about a Free iPod offer! If you don't have one yet, you should check it out! (let me know if you sign up, too--just leave a comment or something) Most of the offers look like the kind that start out free, and are cancellable before you start paying for them.

So, I went on a serious shopping trip this afternoon, for the first time in ages, and I'd forgotten how easy it is to observe stupid things at the mall. Take for example:
1) a salesperson who asked a customer, "How do you pronunciate your name?" The salesperson was nice enough, but: Pronounce? That's a word. Pronunciation? Also a word. Pronunciate? Not a word.

2) While cruising by the increasingly-trashy Juniors department, I spotted a pair of mannequins with handbags on them. One handbag had stictched on letters that said, "Mrs. Timberlake," and the other said "Mrs. Kutcher," and DEAR GOD that's pathetic!! I hope I never meet the kind of idiot that would buy one of those bags. Seriously, that's pretty sad, even for a 13-year-old.

But, on the plus side, I finally got matched up with a foundation that doesn't make me look pink, and *doesn't* feel like I've gone and coated my face in spackle. Whee! Clothing-wise, I now have a few things for work, and a few things for home, and I got it all for ~40% off on average, so I'm pretty pleased. :)

Complaint of the day: recently, it seems that any and *all* telemarketers who call the house have an atrocious accent that makes them difficult to understand, and utterly irritating to listen to. WHY?? If somebody is obnoxious enough to call my house and try to sell me something, they could at least speak in a manner that I can understand.

Anyway, I'm going to complete the circle of happiness by picking up my takeout order of white pad thai. Wheee!