CEOs and Marketing departments have a very...carnal...relationship. It gets ugly sometimes, especially as Marketing whispers the most salacious things to CEOs during the act.
its comments like this that make me want to cook for you.
Just a Mort wrote:
Tell me what you do with it. I know my in laws place has a jar of peanut butter and I've had orders to clear the fridge. I can see their anchovies(for calcium) jumping into my cauliflower and brocoli mix and the dried shrimp going into various stir fries of turnips and cabbage. Also their dried scallop chilli sauce will serve my okra breakfast fine, as it will for my lunch cauliflower and brocolli mix.
What unholy blasphemy are you eating?!?
I have actively pissed face right now. My company is now not only telling me what hotel I have to stay in, but that I have to pay for it up front out of pocket until they reimburse me. Same thing with the car rental. I'm utterly shocked I'm not having to pay for the flight as well.
Been there before.
I'll never forget the look of defeat on my boss's face when they discovered I kept all my travel related receipts. They were banking on me to lose them.
you have got to be kidding me.
There are low rent fanfictions detailing what would happen if I was given one of those.
LORD SYNOS LORD SYNOS LORD SYNOS LORD SYNOS LORD SYNOS LORD SYNOS LORD SYNOS
I encountered that too, but I also had more opportunities to work odd jobs.
man. It's gotten bad.
So many cultural issues here, it is hard for me to speak up. I certainly stepped in it a few times growing up, and my cultural background was at odds against my teenage impulses. If I had a time machine and could be a teenager visiting your house, it would be weird for me to ask you for food, but also given that my mom didnt want me working as that was a direct insult to her, I might walk with my own food.
Which I learned was also insulting in other cultures...*sigh*
You gotta be kidding me.
puts on stealth suit, turns up thermostat quietly
Heh. They had a Veterans Day Parade in downtown Peoria. Wind is blowing. Snow is coming down. Roads are slick. Local high school marching bands are out there, trying to stay on their feet as the wind picks up and takes the tuba players 6-8 feet out of position...and the poor kids with the bass drums...like giant rudders on a small boat...
LOW BRASS FOREVER
show it to him! It might be interesting to see his reactions!
Tequila Sunrise wrote:
that is good.Keep healing.
captain yesterday wrote:
holds up the pen, shouts to the heavens
Okay, I know this is stupid, but I'm going to ask anyway.
No such thing.
The "Just the Underwater Bits" Ruins of Azlant campaign I've been running for the kids and WW is, in essence, a Saturday morning cartoon version of a campaign.
That is cute, wonderful and adorable, as I miss mu Saturday morning cartoons. It was the only time the TV was truly mine growing up- and even then I had to practice writing out of the dictionary before I could turn it on.
(In the Selkie's land form, instead of an attractive human female, it's a male dwarf.)
...I thought you said it was a Saturday morning cartoon...? Did we watch different cartoons growing up?
Just say that Fluffy has incredibly hard scales and super high AC. Nothing short of a dinosaur can kill Fluffy.
I *think* that particular phrase went through a LOT of reworking at one point in time, and I believe there were some regional ads that only got played in one part of the country or another. There are several versions of the commercial on YouTube.
Opinions on blackface vary wildly throughout generations in the various flavors of African community. My mom found it offensive, as did I, but my grandmother just noted it. If it helps, I didnt find Audrey II HALF as offensive as I found the rapping Zoanoid in the live action Guyver movie that I will not discuss with anyone, Mark Hamill how could you do this to me I am glad we found footage of you singing in German to make up for that nonsense.
because of behavior like this I had to institute a lot of house rules.
A long, long time ago, in a city(and it is a city. Not a borough. No.) far, far away, long before the internet ever existed, there was a tv station that catered to movie buffs without cable, which was very, very expensive in that time and place.
They were famed for showing all sorts of movies, good and bad, with a slight penchant towards artistic fare. As they were a big fish in a small pond with no real competition beyond cable tv, they got lazy after a while, and started showing the same movies over and over again. You could set your watch by it, or maybe it would be better to say you could set your calendar by it. Movies came on the same day near abouts every year.
Everyone watched this movie channel when I was growing up. After all, video games were a new(ish) and expensive hobby that clearly weren't going to go anywhere at all, and mom thought they were going to cook my brain and would rather I watch movies instead. So weekends were spent at grandma's house, watching movies on Sunday afternoon provided sportsball wasn't on.
One of those movies was Little Shop Of Horrors.
I was familiar with the movie, having seen it roughly one bajillion times. Mom wasnt crazy about it because she thought Audrey II was a clear case of blackface, but even she liked the music and she was a HUGE Steve Martin fan. Who knew someone so funny could sing?! And that guy from Ghostbusters, who was clearly going on to great things. Man, I couldn't wait for Ghostbusters 2. That movie was gonna be AWESOME! Besides, who wouldn't want to feed their enemies to a giant talking plant? That would certainly show everyone- especially Everett for calling me a nerd who couldn't throw a ball and picking me last in gym that day and cracking me in the face "by accident". Let's see you laugh at me when you're being digested! NOW WHO'S LAUGHING? ME AND MY TALKING/SINGING PLANT, THAT'S WHO!
So one Sunday afternoon, I was actually looking forward to seeing the movie.
Except it wasnt the movie I remembered.
Cleveland got eaten, right in front of my eyes. Some moron drove a train directly into the mouth of one them, and I remember trying to figure out what train line that was(drove mom nuts as I kept going over the routes of all known trains, none of the ones I knew seemed to go over an unprotected bridge like that). And there were Audrey IIs eating Manhattan, or at least feeling up the Statue of Liberty. None of this was happening in Brooklyn, of course, we are far too Brooklyn to succumb to a bunch of singing cabbages, but still, a neighboring settlement was taken out by Audrey IIs. And what was the deal with "The End?" Were they not sure? Was there going to be a sequel, like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes? And why was the army attacking with machine guns when the plants were clearly bulletproof? Why didnt anyone think to use a sword? Or ar least a really, really big gun. Was Optimus Prime off planet or something?
So many questions.
But when I brought it up to others, asking if they had saw the movie and what their thoughts were, I was met with disbelief. Didn't I know that movie had a happy ending? No armies, just an exploding Audrey II and a wedding and an infant Audrey III planning her obvious revenge(didnt the love addled fools think to look DOWN?!) I was laughed off, told to disbelieve my lying eyes, and my questions were seen as the fevered ramblings of a weirdo who watched Star Wars one too many times. I was so confused- I know what I saw. Well, it's not like I would never see the movie again- it would be on again next year! THEN they would see. They'd ALL see. I wasn't crazy. What was my problem with man, you ask? No. I ask you what was man's problem with me.
But next year the movie ended happily. Electrocution, muted/ censored curses, happy wedding, baby planning vengeance. And it did so again the next year. I'm not sure about the year after that because that was the year I moved to Pennsylvania and I was distracted by video games(which I could play in MY OWN ROOM BECAUSE I HAD A NINTENDO LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND A COLOR TV AND MY OWN VCR THAT I COULD PROGRAM AND GET CABLE TV ON MY TWO AUX CHANNELS HOLY S$+%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and girls, who, while always fascinating, became interesting on a level that made movie conspiracy theories pale in comparison. Maybe I made the whole thing up, or misremembered it. Maybe I really was crazy, like they said.
Until today, when I have proof on the internet, that most holy and sacred source of gospel truth, that SOMEONE ELSE HAS SEEN THE VERSION OF THIS MOVIE THAT HAUNTED MY DREAMS FOR 30 YEARS. THANK YOU LISAMARLENE FOR PROVIDING VINDICATION!