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apocalypsosI was just watching "I Love the 70s" while I ate my dinner and for the first time ever, got a detailed description of what H.R. Pufnstuf was about. Sid and Marty Kroft? Were on crack. The kind so strong, it has to be italicized and boldfaced.
In any event, I don't think I should have brought up Mel Gibson's Overinflated Vanity Project at work. Especially considering I kind of had a feeling the reaction I'd get when I said if it had just been about some random guy, it would have been one of the most worthless movies I'd ever seen. Then I got to listen to one co-worker telling me how moved he was during the beating sequences before proudly informing me about all the small children there in his showing to learn how Jesus suffered, one using the discussion to leap head-first into an anti-homosexual rant, and another one happily saying in all seriousness that Jesus was coming back soon and she just hopes she gets to take her eight-year-old son with her when Jesus takes her. (Talk like that about Jesus coming back always freaks me out way more than it should, mostly because if I talked about Aristotle coming back from the dead to take me to Disneyland, I'd be committed to an asylum. Whereas if I pick another dead guy who's been gone two thousand years and a somewhat less copyrighted happiest place on Earth, I'm just one of the faithful.)
Um, I take it back. Major Asshat and Bossman aren't that bad, really. I agree with Woody Allen -- if Jesus comes back and sees what's being done in his name, he's never going to stop throwing up.
I wonder who I have to talk to to keep these people from completely ruining the new supervisor we got in today, because, dude, the pretty. He's very cute in a slightly best-friend-geeky executive type of way, if that makes any sense whatsoever. I don't know, maybe I can shield him from everyone else's mawkish social faux pas with ... hell, I don't know. My overgrown vocabulary?
Jeez, I really hope they don't break him. He's officially the only eye candy I'm getting here. It was a nice little surprise this morning, walking in and being like, "Ooo, it's a new face I don't know. Hi, new face. Got any pretty, pretty friends? I'll bet you do, you widdle bitty pwetty face, you ..." Thank God I didn't say that out loud, because I doubt greeting new supervisors with baby talk gets you anywhere. Unless it does, in which case, we're going to have to start stocking barbecue forks in the cafeteria.
In any event, I don't think I should have brought up Mel Gibson's Overinflated Vanity Project at work. Especially considering I kind of had a feeling the reaction I'd get when I said if it had just been about some random guy, it would have been one of the most worthless movies I'd ever seen. Then I got to listen to one co-worker telling me how moved he was during the beating sequences before proudly informing me about all the small children there in his showing to learn how Jesus suffered, one using the discussion to leap head-first into an anti-homosexual rant, and another one happily saying in all seriousness that Jesus was coming back soon and she just hopes she gets to take her eight-year-old son with her when Jesus takes her. (Talk like that about Jesus coming back always freaks me out way more than it should, mostly because if I talked about Aristotle coming back from the dead to take me to Disneyland, I'd be committed to an asylum. Whereas if I pick another dead guy who's been gone two thousand years and a somewhat less copyrighted happiest place on Earth, I'm just one of the faithful.)
Um, I take it back. Major Asshat and Bossman aren't that bad, really. I agree with Woody Allen -- if Jesus comes back and sees what's being done in his name, he's never going to stop throwing up.
I wonder who I have to talk to to keep these people from completely ruining the new supervisor we got in today, because, dude, the pretty. He's very cute in a slightly best-friend-geeky executive type of way, if that makes any sense whatsoever. I don't know, maybe I can shield him from everyone else's mawkish social faux pas with ... hell, I don't know. My overgrown vocabulary?
Jeez, I really hope they don't break him. He's officially the only eye candy I'm getting here. It was a nice little surprise this morning, walking in and being like, "Ooo, it's a new face I don't know. Hi, new face. Got any pretty, pretty friends? I'll bet you do, you widdle bitty pwetty face, you ..." Thank God I didn't say that out loud, because I doubt greeting new supervisors with baby talk gets you anywhere. Unless it does, in which case, we're going to have to start stocking barbecue forks in the cafeteria.
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Date: 2004-03-02 09:40 am (UTC)Is it possible to give a brief description of what it was about? I never could stomache the show (I lunged for the 'off' button on the TV whenever I heard the intro music) and if there was a *reason* for it, I'd love to know what it was.