I loved that game! It was one of the few that I could beat.
:rolleyes: Sigh…I’m feel so old now…and I’m only 2 years older than her.
The Noid was an 80’s Domino’s ad character. He looked like a guy in a white jumpsuit with rabbit ears, and was always coming up with Wile E. Coyote-esque ways to steal the pizza, which always ended in disater (kinda like a live-action Trix rabbit, now that I think about it).
VVC is now 9 pages, 401 posts, 17300+ views. Damn. :eek:
That should be “I feel” or “I’m feeling”. Pick one. (Note to self: Preview, preview, preview!)
I remember the Noid!.. Vaguely… That is, I can remember that he existed, but not really what he looked like… I seem to recall a commercial in which he jumped out of the bushes and attacked a delivery boy.
Let me begin by saying that I love the
little ne’er-do-well. Bad Andy wonderfully portrays the
shadow within us all, the dark side of the psyche, that
which we carefully hide away so as to not be thought of
as less than a team player, nay, less than a useful
component of society itself. By using the anthropomorphic
form of a puppet, we are able to examine and accept this
shadowy characteristic, and to laugh with gentle
compassion in recognition of that which we own, yet
rarely claim. Along with this masterful portrayal of
healing integration, Domino’s has also alluded subtly to
that which is the very foundation of our society, i.e.:
the degree to which we are of use is indeed, in the end,
the sum of what we are. Though never overtly stated, it’s
obvious upon examination that Bad Andy lives at the
Domino store, and by extension we may infer that, as one
employee lives there, so must all of the employees.
Working as a team for the satisfaction and satiation of
the desires of society as a whole. A veritable family of
usefullness. And as is portrayed so wonderfully by the
Bad (not so bad after all) Andy, all families have their
own black sheep, their own “Bad Andys”. And yet
we love them still, for they are a part of us. I’ve no
doubt that, decades in the future, Domino’s will be held
up in reverence by sociologists and philosophers alike as
the company which dared to show a vision of a more
complete society, a more cohesive world, in which all
that we are is not only accepted, but embraced. A world
in which we look inwards, not to become more
self-absorbed, but rather to hear the voice of connection
to all of existence, and to turn our eyes outwards in the
interest of doing the very most we can for others. Good
Andy, Good Pizza. Indeed.
Oh, and I find it vaguely creepy that I thought about a Domino’s commercial for more than a minute or so.
I declare Purd’s little monologue to be the Post of the Week!. 
You belong here!
And in a way, it’s a situation which is reoccuring now. Recently, a new particle accelerator was built in the US. Due to some function of it’s design, the posit has been put forth that using this device could conceivably lead to the creation of a so far theoretical particle known as a “strangelet”. If these particles are indeed more than just theory, their creation could lead to the demise of the physical universe. Apparently, strangelets would immediately begin consuming particles of matter in an unstopping feast until there is nothing more to consume. The scientists queried about this possibility all stated that it’s as unlikely as can be, but none would state categorically that such a reaction would not or could not occur. While it’s vaguely creepy to think of the world going on after one is gone, the creepiness quotient rises considerably when one imagines the possibility that, as one ends, so does everything else.
Avoid the Noid! Avoid the Noid!
Sweet mother of god that bad andy thing creeps me out. My reaction every time I see it is the same as the first time: “Who the HELL thought this would be a good idea to promote pizza?” The ad execs figured “Gee let’s have this freaky little evil creature running around doing god knows what while we make our customers’ food, then laugh off his presence like we’re in a friggin Mentos commercial.” I’m sorry, but that just doesn’t work for me.
They’re right about the good pizza though.
:wally I love making people feel old!! ::cackles:: Besides, what is age but a number?
I’m glad I missed the 80’s altogether. At least I was there, but I was too focused on myself to think about the culture. Andy beats the crap out of this wimpy Noid. Sorry but he does!
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I always thought the Noid’s goal in life was to make the Domino’s pizza turn cold before it was delivered (back when Domino’s guaranteed that they would deliver the pizza in a half hour, or you would get your money back)…often, he ended up freezing himself instead of the pizza.
Another first-time poster! [OK, technically, I have two gems on the test board.]
About staying on the elevator when it gets to the basement… Sometimes it is actually a conscious strategy! Imagine you are in a lobby with tons of people (literally) trying to go up. Yes, the meek or considerate will wait their turns. However, the clever or inconsiderate will take the elevator down, and then stay on as it comes back up to the lobby. Sneaky, no?
OK, as for something more relevant and vaguely creepy. Occasionally, when I wake up to the alarm, I have this sense that something is about to happen, and I have to act immediately to stop it. No, nothing psychic or preternatural or criminal or sexually-deviant [although I am open to interpretation]. More along the lines of bidder’s remorse, like when you press ‘Accept bid’ on eBay or ‘Place order’ on your favorite (or least-hated) online brokerage, and immediately think, ‘Why the heck did I just do that?’.
So in that gray zone between sleep and wake, I sit up and yank on the alarm clock, and try to pull it (that is, the cord) out of the wall. Most times, the plug comes out of the wall, and when I am fully awake, I plug the darn thing back in. But once I yanked so hard (and apparently, at the right angle) that the electrical cord broke in the middle. [Can you electrocute yourself with bare wires? I never considered that too much.]
So of course, I fixed the electrical cord with duct tape [hey, that’s a $12 alarm clock!], which now raises the likelihood of exposing myself to electrocution, since the weak point is now the electrical cable and not the plug.
Vaguely creepy to me, because after I fully wake, I think, ‘What good would come from yanking the alarm clock?’ If I yanked the modem cable from my PC, that would at least make some sense, trying to stop some online transaction.
PS In case it’s not apparent, I suppose I should add that this is not the usual manner in which I turn off the alarm.
Uhh…it raises you chances of being zapped because DUCT TAPE CONDUCTS ELECTRICITY! (AMHIK). Get some PVC electrical tape before you hurt yourself.
Whatever. It’s been a loooong time, and I was 5-10 yrs old. I think I got close enough under the circumstances.
I think it’s vaguely creepy that this thread spent so much time discussing a now defunct corporate character.
Oftentimes when I wake up I carry the last remnants of the dream I had with me. For instance, if I had a dream with an exteme sense of urgency, I would wake up adrenalized. If a dream was particularly disturbing, I wake up vaguely disturbed. This usually goes away in 30 minutes or so, and I completely forget the dream. Maybe this has something to do with you waking up in a panic.
I had two re-ocurring nightmares when I was a kid. One had to do with me wandering about a castle-like place. Not so scary in itself, but there was a hag that inhabited that castle, and her face was scary as hell. Also, she was just threatening in general. I figure it’s some sort of archetype, and why I responded to the Blair Witch mythology.
The other dream was just plain nuts. It would always begin with me and my friends hanging from something, usually the top of a swingset. It became very vital that we not let go. The swingset would start shaking and one by one my friends would fall off. When they fell they would leave big holes in the ground. Cartoon holes, just circles of black. Soon these holes would raise up and tie themselves into bags. It was these bags that would chase me around until I woke up. I had this dream quite a few times.
AndersonCouncil, I also find it vaguely creepy that even though you realized you may very well be electrocuted by your alarm clock you will not buy a new one. Most of us never have to find out what our lives are actually worth, but you’ve pinpointed yours at $12. (I kid. I kid because I love. Or at least don’t actively loath.)
In the fall and the spring huge groups of starlings will desend on the neighborhood. The trees will be full of them and bunches will be on the ground. Then in a day or two, they will move on. It always reminds me of the movie “The Bird”. Always creeps me out.
I know what you mean. But with me, a lot of times if its a particularly traumatic or particularly beneficial dream, it stays with me for the whole day. And when you think about something that was in your dream (that you didn’t remember), you get this weird feeling, that the thing you’re thinking about sounds sort of familiar. And a lot of times a certain dream gives you a certain mood. I’m not being too clear here, i guess, sorry…
Um…that would be my fault, I suppose. But come on! I’m here, trying to type some witty yet intellectual piece for the SDer’s to love and enjoy when this feces colored sock puppet appears on the screen to me with a thermometer in its “mouth.” It looks so anorexic, so pathetic, that the last thing I think of when I see it is “mmmm, who wants pizza?” And this is who they choose to be its spokesperson? I’d have found Charlton Heston less creepy.
Whoo Hoo! I am officially viewer 18,000 to this thread. I guess that qualifies as creepy.
Creepy… well, out of so many, which one should I tell…?
When I was working as a CNA in a hospital/nursing home, we had an older gentleman who was dying, Parkinsons, old age, and a systemic infection that was compounded by necrosis in his foot… basiclly his systems were shutting down one at a time.
He was a DNR, which means no resucetation, nothing of that sort, but pain meds to keep him comfy.
We had just finished cleaning him up, and I was giving him some ice chips… he was incoherent, but he had muttered what SOUNDED like ice chips several times…
Well, everyone else filed out of the room, and there I was spooning ice chips into his mouth and wiping his chin, when he stopped shaking, his eyes came into focus and he said, quite clearly…
** kill me **
I was a little weirded out, to say the least… I looked at him for a moment, and then I did the best I could. Grabbed a pillow… no, just kidding, but I did hold his hand and told him it would be ok for him to go…
That night, after my shift ended, and I went home, he died.
A little creepy, yes?
“…That night, after my shift ended, and I went home, he died.”
ew. that just gave me chills.
on that note, while it’s pretty cool that people have the ability to “wait” to die, like until they see all their family or something, the whole idea of that creeps me out. Like someone can just decide to die. ew.
I keep losing watches. I don’t know how. They just vanish.
Whilst that is probably my own fault, I was slightly freeked out last week by the fact that all possible means of telling the time in my bedroom were lost. Firstly I lost yet another watch, but then I lost my tv remote which I use to get the time on teletext. This is weird because it neer leaves my bedroom: it doesn’t operate anything else. I don’t have a clock because I smashed it with a shuttlecock (don’t ask).
I have now found my watch, which is a first, but I have no idea where the remote is. I think I may excavate the garden or look under the house :rolleyes:.
I don’t know. Perhaps time has something against me?