Ahh, Lauralee Bell. I wanted to marry her when I grew up.
I also wanted a Pound Puppy, and that never happened either.
Chef Boyardee's Hamburger Italiano
*vomits*
I always wanted to read Annoying Encyclopedia Brittanica Boy's report on "Space".
There are more over here, including the "No Time For Breakfast" PSA.
And if anyone finds a downloadable version of Robert Evans' "Get High On Yourself" spots, please let me know...
Dr. Z.--
Almost a Curious George query-- whatever happened to Annoying Encyclopedia Brittanica Boy?
Anyone have any leads?
My guess-- he is a night manager at a 7-11 in Ohio, weighs 300 pounds, and is balding.
Hells yeah! This brought me back...I remember begging my parents for Photon and nearly pissing myself in excitement when they got it for me.
And speaking of Britannica boy, why did he always look straight down when the 800 number came up on the screen? That always used to bug the hell out of me...
You can't mess with Bonkers gum, though. Or the Clapper.
This post is on point.
I want to say Brittanica Boy wrote a little article for something or another not too long ago, but I could be wrong. Maybe it was just an article about him, but I feel like someone's sought him out.
Does anyone have any idea what I'm thinking of?
I miss my Dream Glo Barbie. And Dream Glo Ken, in his glow in the dark tux.
I had even forgotten I had them - but I remembered as soon as I saw the dress and parasol (the latter of which is probably all that I still have, in the longstanding tradition that the last bit you ever lose is the useless bit of plastic).
I have a dial-up connection, so I won't be able to listen to any of these without waiting an eternity for the files to finish downloading. Bleah.
However, I'm disappointed that the "Tomax and Xamot" G.I. Joe action figure commercial isn't represented. [sings] "Evil twin brothers so much the same... when one's in trouble the OTH-er feels pain..."
I am also dismayed by the lack of "Freedom Rock."
I want to say Brittanica Boy wrote a little article for something or another not too long ago, but I could be wrong. Maybe it was just an article about him, but I feel like someone's sought him out.
The Googles! They do nothing!
Maybe that poor boy is hiding.
He must've taken a boat-load of approbation in high school and college for those ads-- I wouldn't be surprized if we never find him.
SO--
I'M THROWIN' DOWN:
10 Boxes of Pop-Tarts (ANY flavor) to the monkey who finds this guy FIRST.
Repeat:
10 Boxes; ANY FLAVOR.
Get Goin', Monks!
Damn, I was going to try to pass myself off as the grown-up version of Brittanica Boy, and I would've gotten away with it, if it weren't for you meddling kids!
And your dumb Kestrel.
(I knew there was a reson I stopped reading Eric Wagoner's blog three years ago...)
"The Conspirasky Theory", by Stan Freberg
Dr. D: This is your first recording since The United States of America Volume 2, right?
Stan: That's right, and I should also mention that I made a video of this, it was directed by my son, Donovan Freberg, you know Donovan?
Dr. D: Oh yes.
Stan: And he was on Volume 2 of the USA also playing several people.
And......scene:
And if anyone finds a downloadable version of Robert Evans' "Get High On Yourself" spots, please let me know...