Good Morning, good morning everyone, in the news this morning, good morning. A follow up to our top story, Trina is not dead. Ms. Smith, however, still is.
In other news, John Mooney, the coyote guy, has been moonlighting on the weekends as a security guard at a swanky apartment complex. I think it's an apartment complex. It's festooned with swank, whatever it is. He's also trying to learn French for an upcoming trip to Canada. But he's having trouble finding time to listen to the French CD, and he can't listen to it when he's stressed. I would have thought that he could listen to it at his security guard job, all he has to do is sit at a desk all night, right? Unless he's one of those security guards that patrols the grounds with a flashlight and a night stick, like the guy in Mannequin. And it was that thought that set off a chain of cyclical conversations here in the office.
Before I go further, check out this picture.
You may be thinking, "Why are Phylicia Rashad and Robert Downey Jr. at my local mall with a couple of mangy looking puppets?" Well, that's not your local mall, and that's not Phylicia Rashad and Robert Downey Jr., although I will concede those are some mangy looking puppets. If you were weened on Nickelodeon in the 80's you'll recognize the picture as the cast of Today's Special, a Canadian-produced kid's show about a department store where a mannequin comes to life at night and learns valuable life lessons with the help of a the display designer, the puppet security guard and a mouse. Obscure? Maybe. But it's still somehow managed to work it's way into an office conversation on more than one occasion.
As shown in Figure 1. (below), Mooney works weekends as a security guard, like G. W. Bailey (Captain Harris from the Police Academy movies) in Mannequin, which was about a mannequin that came to life at night, just like Today's Special, which featured a Canadian puppet as a security guard, closing the circle back to Mooney. Plus, Today's Special was a Canadian show, and Mooney's planning a trip to Canada to see a "female friend," which is why he's learning French and bartering with his cell phone service for a good deal on calls to the Great White North.
Joe has his own office, as does John T. But I share an office with Mooney, Amy, and a revolving cast of temps, freelancers and interns. The latest version is an intern that Amy knows from her hometown. I guess you could say the more interesting conversations usually stem from this room. Not all of them, but with Joe busy in his office grunting and lying about going to funerals, and John T sticking it to The Man by not wearing his shoes and microwaving fish, it's up to us to keep the conversations going, even if the subject matter tends to be repetitive. It's not that all we talk about is Canada, mannequins and security guards, it's just that once you get caught in the loop it's hard to break out of it.
Thanks to Mr. Schprock for the photo of feral Mooney and his deadly stapler!
7 comments:
"Canada"? Is that supposed to be a country? If I look at an atlas right now, will I see "Canada" like I would "Belize" and "Atlantis"? Will I? Why don't we just put that to the test, shall we?
Huh, well I'll be. Apparently there is a "Canada." Must be new. What is it before?
As one comedian likes to put, Canada is like America's attic. Every once in a while you go up there and go, "holy crap! I forgot about this place!!" Or something.
Canada: the bringer of William Shatner and Nathan Fillion. :) Good country.
Well there's two strikes against it right there...
I still think we should go back to talking about the formerly dead KTM. Look how many comments THAT generated for you.
I know, I wish she'd have stayed underground a few more days. This was like ground zero for Trina search coverage.
As ridiculous as it may sound, that was taken almost word for word from The Insider last night, which had nothing better to do than hang around at some paparazzi agency, dubbed "ground zero" for the search for Lindsey Lohan, who's apparently missing. Or The Insider couldn't find her anyway. They had really dramatic music and constant "updates" on the frantic search. I didn't see the whole thing, but I think it ended when she crashed through the studio and mowed down Pat O'Brien, stumbled out of her car, and with chunks of vomit in her hair and coked out of her mind, introduced a segment about Britney's OK magazine shoot before blacking out.
Nice graphic. You should do that for a living, maybe.
Squeegee I used to LOVE Todays Special. I recognized that pic straight away
Cool I guess that means the pictures on my site are working again. That's good to know.
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