I just had this weird mental image of some poor cricket, hopelessly trapped underneith a sneaker, popping his leg off and saying “Run Frisky! Run! I’ll catch up with you if I can!!”.
You think that’s weird – I just had a vision of Halvsie the cricket, falling over on his side and frantically paddling around in circles like Curley…
When I first saw the toilet paper ad with the bear, I turned to my wife and said, “Well, I guess that answers THAT question.” 
I DO remember reading somewhere, several years ago, about how t.p. makers were going to start trying to break through the taboo and actually get more descriptive in their ads, telling us all how great their brand was at doing its job. Looks like we’re seeing the results.
Levis belly-button commercial I find quite bizarre, but Mrs. Tygr gets REALLY freaked out. She’s got this problem with belly-buttons anyway (I get belted across the room if I try a “slurbert”). I can’t wait until the last month of her pregnancy when she’s gonna go from an ‘innie’ to an ‘outie’ - figger she’ll get completely wigged.
The commercials that I find disturbing are the recent Discover card ads. Guy in the emergency room flatlines, but they won’t go to work on him until his card clears? Or the one with all the people singing during disasters? I understand the point: “Don’t matter what happens, as long as I’ve got my Discover card”, but still seems wrong.
Wouldn’t it be great if you were there the exact moment that happened and it went " ttttttHWIT…POP!!!" like one of those turkey thermometers?
Oh. My. God.
That is…disturbing. I must admit I didn’t watch the whole thing. Not because of the nudity, that didn’t bother me, it was the idea of a singing penis. I mean…who thinks of these things! :eek:
Yeah, the belly button one is weird.
Recently I saw a commercial for I think Coke that has this guy talking about his wife’s underwear and how she used to wear sexy undergarments, but he finds it comforting that she now wears underwear like his mother. I get weirded out by this ad.
John
I took the Meyers-Briggs personality test at a local community college(went with my mom) to figure out what I should do for a career. Well, my evaluation told me I was an ISFJ or Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Judging. Supposedly approximately 6% of the American population is this personality type. When I told my mom what I was she showed me that she was this personality type too. I thought, “Oh, great. How can that be. I am not even genetically related to her. Argghh.” I just don’t want to turn out to be neurotic like she is. Please tell me that is not going to happen.
Oh, and I am glad that a couple of you have found the ‘cricket leg’ thing pretty funny/creepy. I couldn’t put my pajamas on without this weird feeling that I have a one-legged cricket on my back or in my boxers. EWWWWW!:eek:
Shibb- that must have been so strange. Up close and personal with the dinos. There was also one when I saw a brachiosaur (I think?) laying eggs. The eggs dropped out of this long tube like object. So weird. At least the baby dinosaurs are cute.
[li]My room at night creeps me out because we’ve moved everything out while it gets painted. I was sleeping there last night and it was so different with no curtains and the one lamp. So sad looking. Without the clutter of objects, its very odd- not scary…just empty.[/li]
[li]Also a woman at Burger King wearing one of those tops that ties behind your neck, giving a big view of the top half of your back. Let me put it this way- of all the people who can wear those, she was NOT one of them.[/li]
The underwear thing freaks the hell out of me. It’s coke…and we’ve got this little Freudian subplot?
I dunno if this “creeps me out,” but it sure as hell bothers me–the way everyone is all, “Oh, poor, sweet, beautiful innocent Chandra Levy. That awful congressman misled her and hurt her and broke her heart and now she’s dead. Poor girl.” But when Monica Lewinsky had an affair with Clinton, the general public opinion is that she was a crazy, manipulative, trashy whore who was dumb to think Clinton would leave his wife, and she got exactly what she deserved, and even more than that, she’s fat.
I don’t get it. What’s up with the huge gap in opinions there? Is it because Chandra might be dead? And can’t defend herself?
I think it’s awful. And it just seems so 1950s–she’s really being portrayed as a cute silly little girl who goes to Washington and hopes to land a rich, powerful politician husband, but he’s a jerk who’s already married and won’t leave his wife and poor little Chandra is missing now.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m very sad that the woman is missing, but please! She was a person, not a damned cliche.
Is anyone else bothered by this?
I should start a new thread. . .
With all due respect to Gary Larson–
Grylluspectophobia: The fear that somewhere, somehow, a cricket is watching you.
Had a lovely post for dlgirl, all about the Myers Briggs test, and lost it, getting booted. Damn. Save it for another time. Too tired to start all over again.
Clare.
That’s Bloodhound Gang. Don’t mean to be snotty, they’re just my favorite band.
I have always found bellybuttons to be extremely disgusting, so imagine my horror in seeing that commercial. There should be a law…
The beach near where I live creeps me out (Isla Vista, student slum outside of UCSB). I’m from the northwest and beaches there are different.
a) too many people have snuffed it on this beach recently-- falling from balcony parties on the bluffs or while diving for shellfish or something.
b) after a good tide, there are all of these, like lobster pieces (?) laying all over the beach-- like tails and heads and such. I’ve never seen so much recognizable dead stuff on a beach. There was a dead seal the other day, which greatly disturbed me.
c) I was at the beach bored as S.O. tried to ‘surf’ (“blub blub”) so I started digging up sand with a clam shell to make a castle with, and starting at about 3 inches deep I’m cutting though this thin, alive, translucent strands of red moving worm stuff in the sand-- and I find it’s everywhere under the sand at that depth, and I have no goddamn idea what this is, but it’s really troubling to me. it’s like lieing ont he beach inthe sun, knowing that some hideous cthonic bloodworm nastiness lies inches below you.
Eeeeew! O.K. capybara you win!! Things with no bones, all wiggly and oozy, and red on top of it all. Uuugh. :eek: :eek: I am going to call my therapist!! Ughldeblech . . .
Only two things have recently creeped me out. One is the upper carapace and severed leg of a cockroach my kitten left at the foot of my bed yesterday morning (I have no idea how she left only enough of the bug for it to be identified…nor do I want to know). I praised her and gave her a treat in hopes that she will leave the bugs at the foot of the bed and not ON the bed…the thought alone is enough to give me major heebie jeebies.
The other is the can of pork BRAINS that a fellow cashier found for sale in the store I work in. Apparently her baby sitter sometimes likes them scrambled with eggs (and I think that the can actually says 'scrambled pork brains). Ech (oh, for a vomiting smiley)…
Just this morning…
I went to grab my tweezers-I keep all my makeup in a basket on my bathroom sink-and there was an earwwig on them.
::violent shudders::
I had to rinse off all my amkeup before I used it. Didn’t know what that crawly little bastard had walked on…
I already mentioned a recent creep-out a few days ago in another thread. It’s still much too traumatic to relive by typing it again so I will just cut and paste and not try to think about it too much.
:::shiver::::
C&P’d -
I was in a strange and bizarre funk this last weekend and decide to watch my video of “Titus”. The Shakespear/Anthony Hopkins/very weird movie, not the television show.
As I was watching it, I realize that I couldn’t think of any other movie scene that gave me the creepy-crawlies as much as the one from this movie.
***** SPOILER *****
Forget Freddy Kruger or Linda Blair, the absolute creepiest scene of any movie is the scene where Titus’ brother finds his niece hanging in the forest of rotted tree stumps. Still alive, her hands cut off and replaced by bundles of twigs, skin ghostly white to match her flowing white petticoat, curly dark hair falling around her face, vacant eyes, tongue cut out.
Then. . . . this give me the shivers just thinking about it. Then. . . .
She leans toward her uncle, reaching out with her twig hands, all the while a breeze is blowing through her dark hair and white slip in a weird slow motion, eyes staring in horror and then she opens her mouth and lets a ribbon of blood flow into the breeze.
Oh Jeeezuz! It gives me nightmares!
Oh, and I like the bear shitting in the woods commercial.
This ain’t creepy so much as inexplicable…tonight we were channel surfing and on “Fox Family channel” we found “Blazing Saddles.” Now I love this movie, and laugh my head off. But it’s now considered family entertainment?!?
Those belly buttons don’t bother me, but somehow they’re not as funny as they should be. What creeps me out is any kind of body piercing aside from the ear lobes. Belly button? tongue? nipple? eewww.
Then there’s hair in my food.
Movie scene: O Lucky Man, when the Malcom Mcdowell character is in the clinic and goes to see what they’re making money off of. The only scene I remembered from 20+ years ago is still pretty icky.
Ok, I know I’ve asked this before, but no one but me seems to have ever seen it.
Its a commercial showing several different ‘teens’ explaining why they got there piecings. (fashion, trendy, whatever) The a shot of Jesus on the cross, with some line like, he got pierced for our sins.
I don’t know, maybe its because I’m Jewish, but to me that is one freaky commercial.