Grimace is from the McDonald’s universe. You may recognize him from his recent controversy of being revealed as a large purple taste bud. I call BS on this, McDonald’s.
I did some research and I found that Grimace started out as Evil Grimace in 1971 and had four arms so that he could steal more milkshakes. But his arms and persona scared little children so they amputated two of his arms and made him be a taste bud. Please note, I was never scared of him as a child, and I’m just not buying that other kids were scared of him. He is also Ronald McDonald’s best friend.
But make no mistake about it, Grimace is a thief. He steals milkshakes. He’s not like Hamburglar who steals hamburgers and looks suspicious and – let’s be real – is kind of weird. He’s a big purple blob who is friendly, but also will steal your milkshake. I like this about him.
I think having four arms to steal more milkshakes in the heat of the summer makes a lot of sense. (Evil) Grimace is my guy for this prompt.
🎶” My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like…“🎶
This was definitely a previous prompt, and I know I have the visuals saved in the media library.
*heads to the library, starts rummaging*
While I look for my previous post’s visuals, I have to say that melatonin gives some crazy dreams and it doesn’t always work in terms of improving sleep. It does help me to fall asleep, but it doesn’t necessarily lead to me staying asleep. And while I’m sleeping, I’m having crazy dreams. Like last night. I don’t know if it’s because of this extreme heat and that I was outside in, it or if it was strictly the melatonin side effect, but I had dreams that were off the charts weird. Of course I cannot remember them now. So I guess I would recommend trying melatonin to help one fall asleep faster, but not necessarily to improve sleep.
I highly recommend the gummy version, as it is a delicious way to fall asleep.
What’s a book, movie, or TV show that you wish you could experience again for the first time?
I read the books years ago (and they are not yet finished being written by Diana Gabaldon), and waited not very patiently for it to be picked up as a TV show or a movie. When it finally was picked up by STARZ, and became a series in 2013, I was very excited. I have watched every season and the final season just aired, with the last episode being in May. It feels like it’s been a year and a half since the last episode, but it’s only been a little over a month? This last season was trash, in my opinion. They “jumped the shark,” as the old saying goes. It’s like the interns wrote the last season. Out of order. And with no prior knowledge of any of the books or previous seasons. But I digress.
The funny thing about reading is if you wait long enough and you reread a book, it’s almost like reading it again for the first time. It’s different with TV shows. I think the visual memory is wired differently in the brain, and although you can rewatch something and not remember everything, visually you do start to have memories and there’s that part of your brain that tells you “Ahh, yes, this is why I love this show.” At least, that’s what I have found to be the case. Not that I don’t occasionally start over at season one of Outlander, because I do. But it’s just not the same as the first time I watched it. The novelty is gone, but the affection remains.
Je Suis Prest (to re-watch Outlander!)Sing me a song of a lass that is gone…
Emperor Palpatine has announced open elections for a new Emperor — and he’s nominated Darth Vader. You get to nominate one challenger.
I said what I said. Yes, I know he was Han Solo, and that I have crossed out of the Star Wars Universe into the Indiana Jones Universe, but 👏I 👏said 👏what👏 I 👏said👏
As a challenger to the creepy heavy breather, who looks like walking chicken skin with a hairdryer mouth, my candidate can do the following:
Math:
Here you see math
He has critical thinking skills:
Hmm…
He can outrun big boulders, unlike the nominee, who probably can’t outrun a piece of gravel, let’s be honest…
Indieeee!
I shouldn’t have to convince you – you either think he’s cool or you’re wrong. And if you like Darth Vader for this job, I can’t help you. There is no universe in which Darth Vader is a better ruler than Indiana Jones. None!
Can Darth Vader do this? Exactly.
Finally, I would like to wish a very happy early birthday to my birthday twin, Mr. Harrison Ford!
🎂👫🎉
May the force be with you all, but only if you vote for Indiana Jones!
What’s something you used to believe as a kid that seems ridiculous now?
It didn’t start with questioning the guy with the white beard . It was the tooth lady. Something wasn’t making sense. The math wasn’t mathing. At the age of six I started to have questions – which is also when my baby teeth started to fall out. I can’t remember why I started to question things, but it didn’t really make sense that there would be money under my pillow from a tiny being that would then take my teeth. What are you doing with my teeth, ma’am?!
So it just clicked one day. I received confirmation from the parental unit about my suspicions. But then my brain immediately rapid fired into questions about the bunny and the man with the beard. I asked for confirmation that these individuals were also not of the reality realm. I received confirmation. 😑
In that moment, as a six-year-old, I had cracked the code. I might as well have had a full-time job working 80 hours a week carrying a briefcase and a 30 year mortgage because I had it all figured out. The world had lost its shine.
But it really hadn’t. Because the teeth would weirdly keep getting stolen and now the cash payment could just happen in the open. Like a drug deal maybe. (But where are my teeth???) And the bunny would still bring candy, but the bunny had a different name, a human one. And the guy with the beard still had plenty of jobs at the malls, but after the disclosure, the presents would arrive a day earlier, via a different method of transportation. So that worked out well.
Long after the disclosure of the bearded guy, there was a man from a place I used to work who would dress up as the bearded guy every holiday season and ride through my neighborhood on a fire truck. Parents would give the bearded guy gifts in advance and he would come to every door and give the little children their gifts. He would drive by our house every year and we would wave from the door. Since we knew this bearded guy, it was quite exciting. He stopped doing it and we missed that. And in fact, I hadn’t worked at this place since college so I hadn’t seen the bearded guy, who was at the time a young guy with dark hair and a dark beard, but dressing up as the guy with the white beard.
Yesterday, I was in my backyard, and my neighbor told me her godfather was helping her with her shed. I looked at this helper, and I saw a man with striking white hair and a beard and the way he walked was quite familiar. So I asked my neighbor if her godfather was the guy with the beard from the fire truck and she said yes. It’s been years, but his transformation is complete: he is now the white bearded man from the firetruck! We chatted for a long while, and it was good to see him again. I should have mentioned to him his old gig as the white bearded guy on the fire truck, but I didn’t. I forgot. I really think he’s missing out on an opportunity now, though. He wouldn’t even have to really dress up. Just that red suit thing and the belt.
“It's Amy,” I said. 