December 22, 2004

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  The Twelve Days of Dram – Day 10

  
  

  Today’s calendar image is dedicated to Iagos_envy, who ALSO decided to give a shout-out on his blog about The Twelve Days of Dram!  Woohoo!  Spread the word everyone!

  
  

  Why a dog, you ask?  Well, I hopped on Google’s image search engine and typed in “iagos” and that’s the first thing that popped up… that dog.  Beats the crap out of me why.  Then, I decided to type in “dramamine boy” and only three images popped up…

  
  

  

  
  

  What the heck!?!  Why is that page with the sailor guy ahead of Dramamine Boy’s Xanga!?!  And what does Dramamine Boy have to do with that men-only cruise picture on the right?  I’ve never been on a cruise, nor would I want to be on a cruise bereft of women!  Let me strongly proclaim that I have no affiliation with that site!

  
  

  Anyway, I typed in “dramamineboy” and it came up with a page full of random Dramamine Boy’s Xanga pictures.  Ahhhh, the memories.

  
  

  Well, since I’m kinda in the mood to bounce around from topic to topic, this might be a good time for another edition of…

  
  

  

  
  

  aka “Doode, that was a sad attempt for a blog”

  
  

  Yes, it’s been over a year since the last Dram Thoughts, which is probably a good thing.  For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, it’s basically a lot of ideas that are too short (or stupid) to have a blog entry of their own, so we accumulate them all here to try to pass them off as something interesting!  Onward!

  
  

  There’s a lady at my bank that’s like the nicest person in the world.  So nice, that if there’s a such a thing as being too nice, that would be her.  In fact, she’s so nice, she’s annoying.  Extremely annoying.  Teeth-grittingly annoying.  I mean, I’ve been accused on more than one occasion on being too nice, but this is different.  It’s like a fake kind of nice.  It’s as if in bank teller school, they told her that the nicer she was, the more money she’d make.  So nice, that in order to cancel out the excessive niceness to become a normal person, she’d have to go home after work every day and torture kittens in her basement.

  
  

  Do you remember that Bank One commercial that was advertising their different credit card designs (like one for the World Wildlife Fund, etc.)?  There’s a lady working at a register and as each person comes up to her with a new Bank One card, she makes a I’m-trying-to-be-funny-but-I’m-not-so-funny comment?  Like, “Oh, Bank One!  Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!  I’m not really Irish, I just like saying that”?  She’s EXACTLY like that.

  
  

   

  
  

  Yeah, THIS commercial!

  
  

  And I always seem to get her as my teller.  ALWAYS!  So, I have to stand there and listen to her corny remarks, which does nothing but slow down her actual job of processing my deposit, prolonging my torture.

  
  

  One day, another teller from that bank came into my shop and somehow, she brought up that teller and let out a little sigh.  Good lord, I just can’t imagine how grueling it would be to listen to her make bad jokes all day long, day after day.  Personally, I’d probably snap and end up in prison.  So I said, “It must be… interesting to work with her all day”.  And she said, “Yeah, let’s just say she hasn’t had a man in awhile”.

  
  

  That kind of puzzled me, so I asked what she meant and she answered, “Well, she’s always flirting with all the men that come into the bank.  Some of the things she says are just shocking!  I’m waiting for someone to complain.”

  
  

  So now I’m thinking, “Hey, she never tried to hit on me… WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?!”

  
  

  Rejection truly does make you want things you don’t really want.

  
  

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  It’s pretty cool to have a song stuck in your head to hum or whistle during the day… kinda makes the day go by faster.  But not if that song is the “I like steak and chicken” song from the Applebee’s commercial.

  
  

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  There’s a movie coming out next month called White Noise.  I will go on record right now and state that I will not be seeing this movie.  As some of you know, I used to hate scary movies.  Now, they don’t bother me, but I still don’t go to them.  But this one is based on Electronic Voice Phenomenon, which supposedly is a real-life way of recording dead people talking to you.  Real-life ghost stuff freaks me the heck out.

  
  

  After watching the trailer, I was kinda confused as to how these spirits were talking to people.  Where are they?  Are they all around us?  Are dead people are talking to me from my toaster or something? 

  
  

  So when I got home, I decided to look this EVP thing up on the internet, which as everyone knows is the source of everything true.  And heck, there’s all sorts of webpages about this EVP thing!  Even one of Dramamine Boy’s Xanga readers, kmarie1078, has experienced this kind of stuff.

  
  

  And I also stumbled across this site.  Holy crap, man.  I spent like an hour on this site, listening to their recordings and stuff.  People go out to cemeteries with a tape recorder and start asking questions to dead people in the middle of the night!  While I’m sure this is a barrel of fun rolled up in a big ball of joy, I’m gonna pass.

  
  

  Listening to these things make me feel all oogy.  Just try sitting all alone in a dark room, with nothing but the illumination of your computer screen keeping you from being enveloped by the eerie blackness of night and listen to this one from ghostwave.com. 

  
  

  I’ll be hiding under my bed tonite… with a bat… a ghost-killing bat.

  
  

  
  

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  On the forum of the server that I usually play Counter-Strike on, someone put up a topic asking people to post a picture of their computer desk and computer that they use to play CS.  So, I posted the following…

  
  

  

  
  

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  Taco Bell has sent me a letter!  If I had a scanner here at home that worked, I’d scan it for you.  It’s a FORM LETTER!  Well, at least it looks like a form letter.  If it said something like, “Yeah, that cashier is a moron”, I’d feel much better, but no.  Just a lot of mumbo-jumbo (woohoo… mumbo-jumbo) about how Taco Bell strives to ensure that all of their restaurants meet every consumer’s expectations and blah blah blah.  Nothing about firing incompetent, lying workers or re-naming the Spicy Chicken Burrito “The Dram-rrito”.

  
  

  They did give me a coupon for two free items of my choice.  But what the heck, it expires in February!?!  What kind of crap is that?  “Here’s something we give to you as an apology, but if you don’t use it in the next couple of months, we’re taking it back”!?!

  
  

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  And finally, here’s a little something that I suggest everyone should pick up if you have the chance.  It’s really helped Dramamine Boy’s Xanga get to where it is today… wherever that is.

  
  

   

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