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Today in things that continue to distress and confuse me:
( Ducks, gum, and where they intersect. OR DON'T. )
Why is a punk rock duck (I mean, I assume he's punk rock; he has a pierced bill and a spiked collar and pink mohawk) being used to sell gum? Specifically, watermelon-flavored gum? There is no connection between watermelon and punk rock ducks that I can come up with. Further investigation showed that the duck was not actually limited to watermelon—that he is actually the official mascot for Bubble Yum and has a name: Floyd D. Duck. DUCKS DON'T EVEN HAVE TEETH. THEY CAN'T CHEW GUM. WHAT THE HELL.
Now if they had an orange gum flavor, and they used ducks to front it, maybe that would make more sense. As it is, I am going to use my "gay ducks" tag, even if the duck in question is not strictly gay. It could be, though! ...Look, I just want to use the tag. This is again one of those instances where I wish I cared more about Anaheim's team, because then I could get another joke out of it.
( Putting thoughts on hockey to bed, and a bunch of links about tumblrs, sandwiches, terrifying children's books, tea, short films, mermaids, and swans. )
Last weekend, I made three kinds of pie and a cobbler. I was the King of Pies; it was amazing. I also have the music to Swan Lake stuck in my head, less amazing. I mean, it's good music and all, but there's the downside of going all Black Swan and crazy. Sure, you get to make out with Mila Kunis, but then you start getting pinfeathers in your back and your feet go all wonky and someone ends up with a big shard of mirror jammed in their chest. No one wants that.
( Ducks, gum, and where they intersect. OR DON'T. )
Why is a punk rock duck (I mean, I assume he's punk rock; he has a pierced bill and a spiked collar and pink mohawk) being used to sell gum? Specifically, watermelon-flavored gum? There is no connection between watermelon and punk rock ducks that I can come up with. Further investigation showed that the duck was not actually limited to watermelon—that he is actually the official mascot for Bubble Yum and has a name: Floyd D. Duck. DUCKS DON'T EVEN HAVE TEETH. THEY CAN'T CHEW GUM. WHAT THE HELL.
Now if they had an orange gum flavor, and they used ducks to front it, maybe that would make more sense. As it is, I am going to use my "gay ducks" tag, even if the duck in question is not strictly gay. It could be, though! ...Look, I just want to use the tag. This is again one of those instances where I wish I cared more about Anaheim's team, because then I could get another joke out of it.
( Putting thoughts on hockey to bed, and a bunch of links about tumblrs, sandwiches, terrifying children's books, tea, short films, mermaids, and swans. )
Last weekend, I made three kinds of pie and a cobbler. I was the King of Pies; it was amazing. I also have the music to Swan Lake stuck in my head, less amazing. I mean, it's good music and all, but there's the downside of going all Black Swan and crazy. Sure, you get to make out with Mila Kunis, but then you start getting pinfeathers in your back and your feet go all wonky and someone ends up with a big shard of mirror jammed in their chest. No one wants that.
