Varicose Marketing

No, I want the "special".


















Take what we all know about "Viral Marketing" and apply it to your favorite geriatric-juke-joint, all-you-can-eat-pie establishment or other such gray-haired-old-person-moth-to-a-flame-type place. It needs to be called "Varicose Marketing" It's genius I tell you, genius! Plus it seems that this demographic doesn't seem to care to much about spelling (as noted for the sign above, but that could just be a health warning). Them's my kind of people.

Either way, here's the background story. On our regular route to BlanksRBlanks I decided we should take lunch at the local pie/sundae establishment. Strangeness ensued. Parts we didn't get on the video included sharing ketchup with the elderly business types across the separation wall. They were very awkward about it and insisted that I keep the bottle balancing on the top of the divider for the remaider of our lunch. But our favorite moment was caught on tape/video as we were hit-up by Granny Golf Marketer #1 (more to follow as Varicose Marketing catches on).


Note: Favorite quote from the video "I need some customers, ha ha ha ha, cackle cackle, ha ha ha... Okay?" It may even beat Penny saying "Thank you baby Jesus."

Let's do lunch sometime,
--Fish

P.S.
Blog entries are piling up. I needed to release this one because we may have a big one happening at BlankoBell soon.

Penny would write stuff I'm sure, but you know, priorities like work, toys, goofn off in even better ways, talking with the Big G., showing off the sarcasm skills to live people, making me feel like a loser for continuing this horrible blog, are getting in his way of posting some really great entries here. Oh well, let's see how much of a guilt trip I can put on him without pissn him off. He still hasn't even tried to do an entry for his "dashbored" video, damn. But enough with the complaints. See you at lunch!

Comment Posted by Penny: Oh, settle down. There's no cheese for the whine. 

Comment Posted by Fish: Lorem ipsum, something clever that helps Penny understand how to use the "comments" button on these posts.

Identity Exchange?

Have you ever looked at some people and realized they ARE someone else? Either Lady L (our fellow office-cube-dweller) has a part-time job, or a lot of relatives.


















The majority of our "they look like other people" lunch today talked about Brian Posehn and how our waiter at blank&blank normally resembles him. We moved onto how it would be great if someone actually did that as promotion, you know, hired a bunch of look-alikes to work at local food establishments. You know, to promote a movie or album, or just because that would be hilarious. The more obscure the celebrity, the better it would be.

But I digress. The video today is short, but involves a lot of awesome. Penny will want to kick my arse for posting another video involving him and a rant, but they are so great. Look for both my new favorite word "Gunt" and our new favorite waitress, our very own Esmeralda Villalobos Fabienne Coolidge, from Pulp Fiction.


Note: Not sure who we are talking about? Click Here To watch her Pulp Fiction clip in French. (Send us an English clip link if you know of one).

Eat healthy,
--Fish

P.S.
In the spirit of Identity Exchange... the consensus is Penny and I might look like this. But Penny reminds me that we are a lot older... Damn it!

Other obscure reference: Lady L Song

Ego Trip

My dashboard is more exciting than my average day.

















There's not really much of a story behind this one. Fish decided he wanted to start filming stuff, and the toys on my dashboard were in his immediate line of sight. Pretty straightforward. 

(Wow, no respect for the artful positioning of the shot at all? Damn it Penny. That's harsh! -- inside comment posted by Fish)



I need to fill the space with something, though. So I can tell you about the toys.

First, there's the Simpsons bobble-heads. They had them in the vending machine at a local movie theater. I went in there one day at about 1 in the afternoon with a bag full of quarters. I even had to go to the counter two or three times to get more quarters because I just wasn't getting a Homer. The employees must have thought I was nuts.

And the snake. I went to see a midnight show of Snakes on a Plane on its release day. A couple days later, I went to the same theater with my parents to see some other movie. And in the grass, right in front of where I parked, was a rubber snake. I assume that someone brought it to the Snakes on a Plane premiere, and it stayed there in the grass all weekend.

(Good thing you rescued it and made it into an excellent distraction for your passengers. My complements on your dashboard collection -- inside comment posted by Fish)

This is a lame post. That's the way it goes sometimes.

--Penny