Calla's Thirty-Third Post

Alright everyone,
This calls for a resurrection.

I tried really hard to resurrect it before like it was a humanoid cylon model, but to no avail. Rica finally figured out a spell for me by spying on a witch fairy who knows how to bring stuff back from the dead because this was just TOO TOO TOO TOO MUCH. . .

. . . . (which is called an ellipsis, the guy at the made up musical insists.)

So anyway, as I was typing, . . .

THE FREE CREDIT REPORT GUY IS LIP SYNCING. Or so I was told by some online answer thing when I went to figure out precisely who this amazingly talented song singer man was. And I googled, "free credit report guy." And this was the first result: http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/726312

And as you can see, assuming the link works and the question is still present, the answer given by one "silverkyle" reads as follows: http://www.ericviolette.com/ his name is Eric Violette and he is French canadian he did not sing the song he was the actor the song was dubbed over.

OK, um, what? OK, so ok. . . this is NOT ok. So, I am so sad. These are like the best commercials ever. I especially love the Ren. Fair and the Biking ones. (I don't know how to spell the word which I have abbreviated as Ren. I hope you can figure it out.) I find myself wanting the CD, but now I am crushed. My dreams are shattered. I had this ideal of this great song singer man who is actually not a song singer man. It is like Milli-Vanilli. Is that how their name is spelled?

Well, that is all for now. Hopefully this blog can continue trucking along. This was bad bad news.

ove, Calla and her kitties


Also, my fuffer kitty briefly turned into a zombie and tried to eat the little pixie kitty's brains! Don't worry; we found a cure. Lightning works just like it did for Shelly Winters.

Also, my chocolate sorbet has corn syrup–– at least it is not genetically modified. It reads, "NON GM CORN SYRUP," and I can only assume this means non genetically modified because I am too lazy to look it up and therefore not just assume. Um, how gross is it that we must specify that our corn syrup is "NON GM."? I think it's gross. Corn syrup is one of the devils. Did I tell you ever? If not, I must say, you are in for a treat when I finally feel the urge surge within. (haha. URGE SURGE.)