driven forth by minions of KRAVE
Sigil: (giggles and peers at rifftrax :) )
Sigil: "is a former child actor who appeared in numerous television commercials in the 1970s, particularly for Underwood Deviled Ham, Post Raisin Bran, and Dunkin' Donuts' Dunkin' Munchkins-brand "donut holes""
me: I probably saw this person dozens of times without realizing it.
me: I love commercials from the 70s and early 80s. They were so guilelessly overt and specific.
me: I mean, they weren't like 'buy this product' ads from the 50s, they were still little vignettes and such, but they hadn't yet got around to doing ads where it's barely about anything at all.
me: Where it's some vague impression vaguely associated with a product.
Sigil: (snickers and nods)
Sigil: There are mcdonalds flyers that arrive once in a while that have on the front in big blocky letters next to some ideal sandwich the word CRAVE
me: THIS IS YOUR GOD
me: They have some chocolate cereal called 'Krave' now.
me: It looks like mini-weets with chocolate sludge stuffed into them, I seem to recall. It sounds appalling.
me: People don't seem to get that there are in fact many contexts where chocolate doesn't work, no matter how much one may like the substance.
me: and 'Krave' sounds like a fucking cat food
me: Or maybe some barbarian warlord.
me: 'Krave the Blood-Axe'
Sigil: The konkerer
me: (giggles a lot)
me: Konkerer
Sigil: WE WIN BY RITE OF KONKERS
me: That's right, you're Canadian, you'd actually know what conkers are. n.n
me: I know what they are, and all I can think is, British kids must be bored to death
me: We're gonna whack some nuts together and see which one breaks.
Sigil: playing in the rubble of london can only get so entertaining.
Sigil: who has time to drill holes in nuts, get out the psp
me: It's kind of like that thing where it's Easter and you're sick of jelly beans so you start playing with them... you crush them together and see which one cracks first.
me: doop dee doo, i'm so full of jelly beans I hate them, but they're sugar and i'm a child so they must be eaten
me: these are the times which try men's souls, when you're down to the licorice jelly beans and you hate the taste but you need that sugar
Sigil: jelly beans are not to be squandered n.n
me: (grins)
Sigil: licorice, the most long lived of the unwanted candies of yesteryear
me: Some of the older Life Savers flavors are pretty startling.
me: One must keep in mind that we only have the candies we have because of air conditoning.
Sigil: old sailors underarm and depression era turnip sugar
me: All that chocolate would turn to mush in about an hour otherwise. I should know! it does in my apartment
Sigil: you live unnaturally close to the sun though
Sigil: in the god forsaken non nordic belt
me: I'd rather live further north, honestly. In one of those countries where it's night for three months at a time and there's nothing to do but drink yourself insensate
Sigil: Hanging out on porches with wheezing southern doctors in white suits and drinking a conga line of mint julips
me: drinking corn out of a mason jar
Sigil: (grins)
Sigil: we must stomp out the unamerican critter
me: (giggles a lot, again)
me: drink yourself insensate, listen to death metal and burn down churches. Sounds like a laugh
me: I should put that on my resume
Sigil: yadirflaas!
me: he looks like a little Boo Berry
Sigil: "is a former child actor who appeared in numerous television commercials in the 1970s, particularly for Underwood Deviled Ham, Post Raisin Bran, and Dunkin' Donuts' Dunkin' Munchkins-brand "donut holes""
me: I probably saw this person dozens of times without realizing it.
me: I love commercials from the 70s and early 80s. They were so guilelessly overt and specific.
me: I mean, they weren't like 'buy this product' ads from the 50s, they were still little vignettes and such, but they hadn't yet got around to doing ads where it's barely about anything at all.
me: Where it's some vague impression vaguely associated with a product.
Sigil: (snickers and nods)
Sigil: There are mcdonalds flyers that arrive once in a while that have on the front in big blocky letters next to some ideal sandwich the word CRAVE
me: THIS IS YOUR GOD
me: They have some chocolate cereal called 'Krave' now.
me: It looks like mini-weets with chocolate sludge stuffed into them, I seem to recall. It sounds appalling.
me: People don't seem to get that there are in fact many contexts where chocolate doesn't work, no matter how much one may like the substance.
me: and 'Krave' sounds like a fucking cat food
me: Or maybe some barbarian warlord.
me: 'Krave the Blood-Axe'
Sigil: The konkerer
me: (giggles a lot)
me: Konkerer
Sigil: WE WIN BY RITE OF KONKERS
me: That's right, you're Canadian, you'd actually know what conkers are. n.n
me: I know what they are, and all I can think is, British kids must be bored to death
me: We're gonna whack some nuts together and see which one breaks.
Sigil: playing in the rubble of london can only get so entertaining.
Sigil: who has time to drill holes in nuts, get out the psp
me: It's kind of like that thing where it's Easter and you're sick of jelly beans so you start playing with them... you crush them together and see which one cracks first.
me: doop dee doo, i'm so full of jelly beans I hate them, but they're sugar and i'm a child so they must be eaten
me: these are the times which try men's souls, when you're down to the licorice jelly beans and you hate the taste but you need that sugar
Sigil: jelly beans are not to be squandered n.n
me: (grins)
Sigil: licorice, the most long lived of the unwanted candies of yesteryear
me: Some of the older Life Savers flavors are pretty startling.
me: One must keep in mind that we only have the candies we have because of air conditoning.
Sigil: old sailors underarm and depression era turnip sugar
me: All that chocolate would turn to mush in about an hour otherwise. I should know! it does in my apartment
Sigil: you live unnaturally close to the sun though
Sigil: in the god forsaken non nordic belt
me: I'd rather live further north, honestly. In one of those countries where it's night for three months at a time and there's nothing to do but drink yourself insensate
Sigil: Hanging out on porches with wheezing southern doctors in white suits and drinking a conga line of mint julips
me: drinking corn out of a mason jar
Sigil: (grins)
Sigil: we must stomp out the unamerican critter
me: (giggles a lot, again)
me: drink yourself insensate, listen to death metal and burn down churches. Sounds like a laugh
me: I should put that on my resume
Sigil: yadirflaas!
me: he looks like a little Boo Berry