I watched the Real World Tuesday night. Could those people have been any blander? They look bland, they act bland, they dress bland, they talk bland. They’re just bland.

Bland. Bland. Bland.

By the time blandgirl Trishelle and blandboy Steve hooked up, depsite the fact that blandboy Frank had been mooning over blandgirld Trishelle, it would have taken an all-roomate icepick fight to the death to snap me out of my stupor.

I’m so tired I believe I’m actually deranged. A few minutes ago I realized I was having a conversation, out loud, with Al Gore’s Burger King Lion King toy.

And we weren’t just having a chat, we were arguing. And I was losing.

Al Gore’s Lion King toy and I are no longer on speaking terms

Non-sequiter. The other night I was telling Matt about the many hours of Japanese TV commercials we have on tape. I’m rather fond of the ones that have rather off-kilter appropriations of Western culture. My favorite features a western woman boarding the subway. She’s got a machine gun and bandolier of ammunition. Except the bandolier is full of lipstick tubes. The caption says “A girl from New York.” After she boards the train she opens fire and kills everyone on-board. The female passengers die smiling.

Matt reminded me of this site, Japander.com which is an archive of Japanese commercials featuring American celebrities. They’re pretty odd, too.

*Before it belonged to Al, it belonged to Mr. Rogers. I’m not going to bother to explain because it’s not nearly as strange and amusing if I do.