Craigslist will NEVER cease to amaze me!!!

I had an absolute laughing fit earlier. My movie nerd friend Paulie Walnuts just finished emailing me with a response he received for a movie screening posting he inquired about. Paulie is the worst kind of movie-goer that exists. He goes to all sorts of obscure events that he hears about online in hopes of seeing newly released films.
The tile of the original CL posting title stated: "Test Screening Audience Wanted - send your contact info." So he replied with his name and email in hopes of getting hooked up with some sort of secret red carpet Hollywood Beowulf premiere.
This was the response back (mind you, almost immediately):

On Nov 13, 2007 11:36 AM, Gothic Tale wrote:
> Hello...thanks for your reply...the movie is titled, "A GOTHIC TALE" and
> I'll be showing it any afternoon this week between 9AM and 4PM...it won't be
> anything fancy (read as: my apartment), but I'll have snacks and comfortable
> chairs...
>
> my last film was well received critically:
>
> http://katiebirdthemovie.com/
>
> Please let me know your availability. Thanks!
>
...wishing the best...from the void...justin.paul.ritter...

SERIOUSLY? IN YOUR APARTMENT? SERIOUSLY?
Who does this? What type of person puts out invites like this in a public forum for any nook and cranny out there, then welcomes them with snacks and beanbag chairs??? I also viewed the movie link he’s posted… some pretty bloody sick shit.

Maybe that’s how he got the victims... err, actors, for the new flick?

So, I have a poetic side...

"The Learning Curve" - by me!

I will not apologize for being difficult to know
Time will not change that
Prying eyes will not see through it
Catastrophic tendencies have left me
Disabled in the heart
Handicapped on the inside
And hobbled from within.

I have told my winding story
To each and every ear that would listen
Sympathetically they provided me
With a generous sigh that they related
A light pat on my shoulder for comfort
Compassionate nod and twitch for caring
Before their slinking away begins.

Cradled by my mother’s lessons
Rules and errors have schooled me through
Aged me almost to perfection
Guiding me blindly all the way
Learning every debt I must repay
Picking and choosing my few favorite instances
Crestfallen and sad because I could not stay.

Speaking solely of my disinterest
My qualms are steady growing
Vulnerability fast in showing
And the truth, I am quickly and quietly knowing.

Ford, tampons and ice cream... oh my!

So I'm officially the FORD girl. Original title, I know. Stuff like that, amazingly enough just falls into my lap. I made it into a national commercial without even thinking twice about it. I don't know if it's luck, my subliminal willing things to happen, or my love for trolling everything on craigslist until I hit paydirt.

To answer the same question I've already responded to a million times, after completing a car study for a marketing company, I was contacted by another group who offered to give me a Ford Edge to drive around for a week and pay me too, in exchange for my opinion, and them being allowed to videotape me (clothing optional... j/k) while providing my candid opinion about the car. I did it. Then I completely forgot about it. Well.... a month later I got a phone call from the company rep, asking permission for their usage of lil' ol' me in their T.V. ads. Out of fear of looking like a total cornball, I didn't tell a soul about the commercial.

My mom was the first to call me late on a Monday night. She told me that she had just seen the commercial on a major network channel. Oookay. The onslaught of recognition began the next day. The commercial aired E V E R Y W H E R E. All different channels. All hours of the day and night. It became pretty relentless. E V E R Y O N E saw it and they were sure to let me know. Constantly. At work, in the street, even at Wal-Mart. There I was, standing in line with a package of M&M's, lint roller, twin pack of double AA batteries, green tea gum, Tampons, nasal spray and a pint of Strawberry ice cream for my friend Nessa, and I got accosted by the checkout clerk. She acknowledged me immediately in an excited, flustered fashion. Her husband had seen my commercial a bunch of times during a football game last weekend and I reallllly looked like this one actress in a cheerleading movie she had seen...blah blah blah. The checker examined each of my items closely, making my simple 10 items or less purchase kinda stretch out into a far more intimate experience than I was prepared for. I mean, here I was with almost enough MacGyver-esque ingredients in my handy-dandy cart to make a bomb (sans kitty litter) and this lady would probably use it as a conversation starter with everyone else she ran into for the remainder of the day. Great.

That's me... making simple experiences memorable for all.