The Siren Song of My Space

Okay. Okay. I gave in and created a My Space account. I simply couldn't miss out on this cyber-friend-party meets "whatever happened to that guy" experience any longer. So, you can now find me at:

www.myspace.com/tingleyallover
(no worries, www.tingleyallover.com isn't going anywhere)

Now, I know I need to spend more time online writing profiles and taking mindless surveys like Delta Burke needs bigger shoulder pads, but I just couldn't resist.

And since I have joined the masses, it is important that I fill, fill, fill my friend list. That is where you come in loyal blog reader. I need you to make me the most popular boy in school, ney cyber space. Otherwise I'll end up like Sissy Spacek in Carrie covered in pig blood ... and you will bear the brunt of telekenetic rage (okay, maybe that's a touch dramatic).

Nonetheless, you should totally be my online friend so I don't get a complex that no one loves me. Just get a my space account (free and obsessive) at www.myspace.com, then track me down at Tingley All Over and send a request to be my friend. I promise to add you. I may even raffle off some craft prize as an incentive for signing up - anyone up for a kitty menorah?

Act now and when you visit my My Space account, you can hear the creepy Imogen Heap song that taunts me so. It's catchy and disturbing all at the same time.

Love, Love

Love as possibly unhealthy as my complete obsession with the online trend

Love, Jef

P.S. I also recommend Pink Is The New Blog for your daily dose of pop culture/celebrity goodness.

Ettes a Whopper of a Problem

I'm the first to admit that I tend to become a little obsessed over pop culture du jour. From Pokemon to that damn singing Billy Bass Fish, I've been there, done that and in many cases written the blog about it. But my latest fixation takes the cake, or in this case, the burger.

I have a problem and its called the Whopperettes.

Since I first layed eyes on this lavish commercial of ladies dressed as couture burger toppings, it's all that I think about it. To make matters worse, technology has allowed me to spend an unhealthy amount of time on the Web site creating cyber sandwiches to my heart's content. There's just something so right and so very wrong about a woman dressed as a meat patty or tomato slice in a full-out Broadway musical production. Did I mention one of the girls even gets shot out of a canon!

I even downloaded the ring tone for my cell phone - pathetic, huh. But if you would like to join me in this corporate sell out low, click here and go to bonus material, then mobile.

By the by, the new commercial in the Whopperettes series entitled "Extra Cheese" debuts February 14.

And if making this my own obsession isn't bad enough, I've pulled my friends into this dark underbelly of fast food fashion culture threatening to make them dress as toppings for Halloween. Here's a few excerpts from our e-mail tet-a-tet:

My message:
"I think it is only fair that you join me in dressing up as "Whopperettes" this year. Originally I was going to claim role of "top bun," but I will let it be a sandwichocracy if you will. According to my count, we have five available slots. Here's what I would recommend, but I will let the voters decide:

Jerrett - Bun (the leader of the pack)
Ted - Meat Patty (brown and proud)
Kevin - Ketchup (lady in red)
Judy- Pickle (green with envy)
Jef - Onion slices (pure as driven snow)"

Kevin's Reply:
"Don't get me wrong, but I really think the role of onion slice should be reserved for Tara, who truly is pure as driven snow. Maybe you would be better cast as a cheese slice, since you have orange hair and like to dress in plastic. Just a thought." (editor's note: Can you feel hate? Plastic, really!)"

Ted's Reply:
"I thought [Judy] could be a meat substitute...almost chicken, or something like that. Then again, I think beef is the star of the show, and I don't want competition. We are a proud people. I thought better of getting into a top bun/bottom bun discussion. Thin ice. We do need 2 buns though, methinks."

And so loyal blog reader, I leave it up to you. Now I know many of you don't know all of the key players by name or face, but why should that stop you from casting a vote (in the comment section below) as to who should star as which member of the food group in my latest pop culture/corporate compulsion.

Love, Love

Love as fire-grilled as my passion for the Whopperettes

Love, Jef

I'm your biggest FANimal

Just when I thought that I was the funny one, along comes this blogger extraordinaire. This site made me bite on a wooden spoon over the cuteness, while simultaneously peeing my pants over the hysterical commentary.

http://justalittleguy.blogspot.com/

Love, Love

Love as missing the baby mammal boat as yours truly

Love Jef