There should be a law.

And that law should be you are not EVER allowed to use the damn alarm clock beeping in commercials. (even if it's a coffee commercial. especially if it's a coffee commercial.) Because when I hear that noise it instantly pisses me off and makes me not want to buy whatever is being sold in said commercial. And I can't be the only one that feels that way.

Another part of that law should be that you can't use the police siren noise in songs because it makes the person listening to it in their car think the fuzz is coming. And it's freaky.

Also, as part of that law, everyone should have to serve me.

Went to Big Lots and it was everything I'd hoped for and more. I have the big wacky-insane bling-bling frame as proof. It was weird that they had furniture and not clothes - not that it made a huge difference; I don't think I've bought clothes from a Big Lots since I was maybe 13(back in the day when it was still called Pic 'n Save). The new store also has a plethora of Frankenberry and Booberry cereals, as well as an abundance of different kinds of meats in cans (like Spam and vienna sausages) for your dining pleasure. Alert the people!

Found some more wacky goodness at Goodwill, like a sweet book on old advertisments. The best is the WWII ad on the cover with the chick saying "Gee! I wish I were a man, I'd join the Navy." Made me giggle because of my own past attempt at enlisting a couple of years ago, except it'd be more like "Gee! I wish I had two eyes, I'd join the Army reserves." Someday I'll make one too many jokes about the bum eye and people will start to think I'm really bitter about it. But until then, it's open season.

Also at Goodwill was some really great shit for an impending bday, so I can't talk about it. But hot damn is it funny.

I'd like to prove Phil wrong about something. There has to be at least one other person out there that thought John Henson (the old Talk Soup guy) was cute. Come on, you know you did. Now you just have to 'fess up.

About a half hour after I got home from happy shopping my cold/flu/ebola/whatever decided that yeah, I probably should have just stayed home all day resting or something. So I've just been kickin' it on the couch, watching tv. Not much is on, because it's Saturday and I am not quite cool enough for cable yet. I got stuck on watching Con Air, which isn't a bad flick - it's fun. But I have a problem with Nicholas Cage with long hair. Seriously. Bad. And after a while I started losing interest in the bad voiceovers to replace the swearing, so I finally started reading Flaming Iguana; I'm only a few pages in and I'm already making plans to get this chick's other book. It's hilarious, and has supercool art.

So enough of this. It's relatively early to bed for me tonight. Whoopideedoo.

p.s. - it's kind of neat when you find out strangers are diggin' your stuff. Behold!