Check it out, a fierce grape illustration. Ain’t it kewl?
I know why I think it’s too early. I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about what it’d be like to wake up and not remember where I was or how I got there.
So I saw Memento last night. Weeeeeird movie. About a guy who can’t remember anything because he can’t make new memories. So he gets around it by taking Polaroids of everything and writing notes on the pictures. So in a sense, he has a photographic memory, despite the fact that he has no memory. Don’t you just love the irony?
It’s toooooo early!
I miss my days of morningpersonhood.
What is a fierce grape anyway? Are they special grapes grown for Fierce Grape Gatorade? What makes them so fierce? Do they beat up other fruits when you mix them into punch? Are they the punch in fruit punch? Are they the secret ingredient in Hawaiian Punch? Do they do more than punch? Do they kick and chop and bounce and bop? What do they look like? Do they wear bandanas on their head? Do they have names like Bob and Ned?
Did you know that Fierce Grape Gatorade is blue? I’m serious. True blue. Not a hint of purple. Go buy a bottle and see for yourself. It’s worth the $1.25, really. It’s quite disconcerting. When I drink something blue I expect blueberry. When I buy something grape I expect purple. I wonder if my bottle is just kooked. Maybe they had a red 40 shortage at the Gatorade plant. The label says it’s in there. How come I see only the blue 1?
Now I want to go buy more to see whether it really is supposed to be purple. Maybe this whole thing is a sales ploy.
What you can do when you have 12 loads of laundry sitting unfolded on your couch.
As in Homer Simpson when he realizes he’s been stupid. D’oh is now an official member of the English language thanks to the folks at the Oxford English Dictionary.
This is what I look like when I’m annoyed:
Confused? Go find yourself some old Domino’s Pizza commercials.
God, l’m such a pun geek.
– The trekkie guy in my last post is a kook.
– The weird smelly people in Berkeley who scare me are kooks.
– You may think our president is a kook but really he’s just stupid.
I’ve used this word a couple times before, but I had to give it its own post because it’s really starting to grow on me.