keyword: frightening
mommy, why is the google g the scary movie horror ball?
type in the wrong thing and you might get SLICED.
i am afraid to do searches now.
changing blog the way you read on the web
mommy, why is the google g the scary movie horror ball?
type in the wrong thing and you might get SLICED.
i am afraid to do searches now.
Posted by Erin Bradley at 11:11 AM 0 comments
Did you know that October is National Pork Month?
Posted by Erin Bradley at 2:01 AM 1 comments
cubemate is working on a jingle and has yet to master the use of a private conference room and/or headphones.
it's not even a jingle, really. it's a 2 second sound attached to a particular action on a website. not sure of the technical term.
the three hundred thousand dollar auditory annoyance? around how much the client's paying for it.
Posted by Erin Bradley at 11:21 AM 1 comments
lolcats + post secret = lolsecretz, the most glorious thing the internet has ever invented.
here's creature, making his debut.
i highly urge you to check it out. there is no better way to spend a monday.
Posted by Erin Bradley at 10:18 PM 0 comments
I'm in love with you, Milla. I started life hating you, because you were on the cover of 17 magazine and you were only 11 years old.
At that time I wanted more than anything to be a model. Everyone said "You're too young," which is code for, "You're not so ugly that the notion is laughable, but you're no 6 foot tall 89 lb clear-skinned doe-eyed ball of sex, either."
I took their comments at face value and thought age was the only thing holding me back. Seeing miss Milla on the June 1988 covered signaled the end of a dream.
Anyway, all is forgiven.
My love for you started building with movies 3 through 1, but now.
NOW NOW NOW NOW.
Oh my God, Milla. YOU LOVE KILLING. I really believe this. You are pathological. Normally you can't act worth a fuck but in this movie you really seem like you enjoying maiming people.
Is there something going on in your personal life? A yeast infection? A divorce?
Whatever you're doing, don't change it. About 47 minutes in there was a point where I squinted my eyes and I swear I saw Scarface.
Do you understand what that means? Do you understand that for movie killings this is the highest compliment possible?
I want to work for Umbrella Corp, just to be close to you. As Official Event Coordinator, I would hire Rihanna to play Umbrella at the Fall 2007 "Up With Zombies!" sales conference.
You would like that, Milla. I know you would.
Posted by Erin Bradley at 3:08 PM 1 comments