Not a minute ago, I was channel surfing and hit Conspiracy Theory on TNT, and the scene in which Jerry (Mel Gibson) says to Alice (Julia Roberts): “I resolve to call you up a thousand times a day, and ask you if you’ll marry me in some old fashioned way.” which is, of course, a paraphrase of a lyric from Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by the Police.
Not wanting to watch the movie again, I flip to VH1 Classic.
The video playing is, of course, Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by the Police.
Have you had weird little happenstances like that? Do you love it, or does it skeeve you out? I’m trying to decide. Right now I’m leaning toward love, in that weird “the whole world is connected and we are one” sort of way. How about you?
One night, I dreamed that I was actually awake, lying in bed, while creepy conspiratory burglars slinked stealthily through my house, carefully removing the knickknacks and furniture, and bringing in other knickknacks and furniture, so I wouldn’t know I’d been robbed.
I woke up in a cold sweat, and ran into the kitchen, where my wife was making breakfast, and jabbered, "Honey, I just had this horrible nightmare! I dreamed burglars stole every single thing in the house, and replaced them with exact duplicates!"
She glanced at me, and without missing a beat, said, “Who are you?”
My friend is moving away, and in her new house they have bedays (butt washers) and she was telling us about them during lunch. Then during english, about 2 hours later, my teacher starts to talk about bedays. Freaked me out alright.
Back in basic, we had to mark our clothes, our towels, and pretty much anything ours with a laundry mark. The laundry mark consists of the first initial of your last name, and the last four digits of your Social Security number.
Somehow, me and another person in my flight had the exact same laundry mark. It was bizarre, not to mention really inconvenient when our laundry crew was handing out the freshly washed clothes.
Some of my friends and I have a habit of saying some of the lyrics to a song we’re listening to, to each other on AIM. One of my friends was doing this whilte chatting with someone else, and then I IMed him with what turned out to be the next line of the same song. I think the song was “Recycled Air” by the Postal Service.
Whoops! Sorry, my spell check wasn’t working, and thats how it was said.
I’ve got another one. In Best Buy i saw the movieGrease, then in Target, a employee was talking to another one and asking her if she knew the line “brusha brusha brusha!” Which, of course, is from the sleepover scene from Grease
