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March 07, 2003
I know I've complained about this before, in other places, but tough. Here I go again:
Why, why on earth would anyone think that a commercial featuring two old people making out--incredibly loudly, I might add--in the back of a car is going to make me want to buy it? Because that is, well, just gross. It's sick and wrong and makes me ill. I don't even know which car company it is, and I don't care. I change the channel whenever the commercial comes on.
And here's what I don't understand--they knew it was offensive when they came up with the idea! I mean, in the commercial, the guy driving and his wife (I'm presuming it was his wife) are totally disgusted by the making out. And who wouldn't be? So who thought this was a good idea? And then they add those nasty foleyed kissing noises. I hate those. No one makes those noises when they kiss. No one.
I mean, I love my parents. But if they made out in the back of my car? I'd have that thing detailed, reupholstered, and freaking repainted before I got in it again. So I am certainly not going to buy a car that inspires old people to get busy in the back seat. Ick.
Gina 9:46 PM
Oh, yeah, and President Carter? I admire the hell out of you, but that note to President Bush? Consider it cc'd to you (Thanks, Rick).
Gina 12:24 PM
Boy, it's hard to type with a squirming toddler on your lap. Then he gets off your lap, crawls under the desk, and promptly hits his head. I need a laptop.
Gina 12:23 PM
Why am I not sleeping yet?
Gina 1:05 AM
I think I have it now. So allow me to steal from myself:
Dear Mr. President:
You went to Yale.
You are (heaven help us) the leader of the free world.
It is pronounced NU-CLEE-AR, not NUKE-YOU-LUR.
Thank you.
Gina 1:00 AM
This is a test: this is only a test.
How lame to have a test message to begin, but I have no idea what I am doing here.
Gina 12:49 AM
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