Wolf loves vending (look below his hands)
January 23rd, 2008
Two of the new American Gladiators, Crush and Wolf, dropped by my ever-festive cubicle to share powerful secrets of gladiating with me and Slezak. Here’s Part 1 of what’s sure to be a truly enlightening series. My fave part is when I blurt out “Gassy!” Awkward…
Update: Here’s Part 2. We talk “style,” and Wolf compliments the tropical fish spandex leggings from the ’80s (Dee Barrett Original Flavored) that I am obviously wearing in these videos.
Michael Slezak (google alert!) is not havin’ it with my awesome pants in this frame.
Okay, here’s the best one, Part 3. Ridiculous challenges include catching candy in our moths, fielding a publicist’s phone call, and flying paper airplanes.
Oh, and I totally have a crush on Crush.
May the force be with you in the workplace
October 27th, 2004
Today I visited the vending machine at work. Actually I went four times, but this one was the most significant.
I selected F1: Diet Pepsi, and the VM suddenly spat out a Pepsi! Note that Pepsi is not even an option in this particular VM. This may have marked the greatest moment of my internship. I guess we’ll see!
Then this happened:
Darth Vader and a Stormtrooper stopped by EW to promote a new line of vintage toys. I felt like a tool with my digi (not a new feeling for me) but then the cam ended up being a hit. In case you weren’t sure, that makes one whole “digi cam.” God forbid I use complete words.
Your milkshake awaits
July 12th, 2004
 Maybe I just haven’t seen a vending machine in a long time, but I was unaware that Doritos now warrant an entire machine. So funny.
Sorry about the lack of updates. My extensive two-person readership in Oklahoma has been neglected all weekend. I’d like to say I’ve been busy with productive, life-enhancing means and ways, but honestly it’s just alcohol. I did just manage to upload photos from last weekend’s Michigan adventure while I was glued to “Annie” on HBO Kids. I’m such a loser - any time that movie is on TV, I drop whatever I’m doing (nothing) and insist on watching the whole thing. What’s even sadder is that I own the movie. I just feel like I have this duty to watch it when it’s on cable. I think I just like the part in the end, where she goes, “I love YOU, Daddy Warbucks” and I start crying. And TO TOP IT OFF, the fake fireworks in the fake sky slowly spell out “A-n-n-i-e” before slowly fading away, much like this apartment’s supply of cheesy noodles or the waning glory days of Diminishing Returns. Anyway, here are the pics on a separate page. They’re not that great. Oh, except the milkshake one. |
