sony dvd cd vidio and a dawoo – $30
both of these dvd things work good the sony has remote the other dont. possible trade for?
The other possible title for today’s post:
Dawoo! Werewolves of London!
Seriously, though, as Kati points out – I only want these if I can have the smooshed burger buns too.
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Of course you get the buns – they replaced the remote for the Dawoo. You dooo have to include an obo if you want the twistie-tie though.
Don’t bother, Sparky will only trade for a Blu-ray player and fresh buns…….
No, the problem is that Sparky wants to trade for ? and I’m afraid I’m right out of question marks. This is sad because I’m planning a barbeque later and I could use those buns.
Need buns? Oh Thank Heaven for 7-Eleven®. And don’t forget the Ripple
No, no. The buns go in the little slot that doesn’t have a door anymore, it broke off after trying to put a bagel in there, sorry. But, that’s how you toast them! They’re Dawoo-licious.
The buns do come with the dvd players, to satiate the miniature werewolf that lives inside them. He only comes out when you’re watching a romantic comedy. He hates romantic comedies.
I’ll trade you my old Xbox without a controller for the “dvd thing” without a remote. Seems like a fair trade.
D’oh!
I got nothing. Anyone got a (rational) explanation?
Sparky meant “Daewoo” but left out the “e.”
So, Daewoo is a brand of DVD player, or something? I’ve never heard of it.
Dvd players, fridges, cars… South Korean, I think. Our fridge is a Daewoo.
I had a coworker with a Daewoo car once. Oddly, her stereo was a Kenwood.
Yes, what Liz said.
Daewoo is a huge (think GM + GE + Bell) industrial conglomerate in Korea. They make everything from mp3 players to cars, trucks, heavy construction machinery to container ships.
(There’s probably a nice droll wiki article on the company and its founder.)
Like a lot of Korean comsumer goods, Daewoo is often all around us, just “rebadged” for various markets. The nice people in Bentonville, though, just buy and stock direct to the WallyWorld shelves, is all.
Bentonville is not nice. Those people…across the tracks…are my school’s arch-rivals. Their band is nice to us, but their student section, The Jungle, is horribly rude. Of course, it is fun to chant “Wal-Mart High School!” at them 😛
I don’t really have any snark for this (I was hanging out with some pretty funny people yesterday during the Longest Brunch Ever (11 1/2 hours) and think I used it all then), just the comment that we’ve seen worse pictures but this one is making me giggle particularly. Something about the juxtaposition of random spices and buns with old, non-kitchen appliances and a hot tangled mess of cords … I don’t see a Sparkette taking this photo. It’s more like Mr. Sparky was in a hurry: “Get the stuff out of the kitchen, Bob!” “I need to take a picture of it to sell it!” “Do it and get it out, then. Now!” SparkBob takes photo and gets out before Mrs. Sparky notices her buns are semi-smooshed.
PS: Liking Dan’s “Dawoo, werewolves of London” comment. 🙂
11 1/2 hours no longer qualifies as brunch. You ventured into Roman orgy territory.
Was the vomitorium put to use?
“Was the Vomitorium put to use?”
I suppose all the Romans (post orgy) had to walk out of SOME kind of door.
Now, “orgy” is probably unfair. Bacchanalia, or Saturnalia (esp on Saturn’s day) probably more apt.
Something tells me that, had the food been in less-than natural couplings, or there being willy-nilly inter-somethings going on, our dear Lola might still be coping with the squick of it.
Christina, I’m going to plead the Fifth, and just say that as regards food/beverage intake, nothing worse than moderate inebriation occurred so no vomitorium was needed. The rest of it? If there aren’t pictures it didn’t happen. Ahem. 8)
That must have been some lightsaber.
*Reviews tapes from the Hubble Earth telescope*
Ahem, Lola!
*Uses tractor beam to knock the angel off the top of Lola’s Xmas tree*
Hey, tractor beam some venison for us out of Taco’s freezer, huh?
Not fair he’s got enough for parm venison swiss steak <almost sincere pretend indignation>
In the “quick, take the photo, then!” sense of it, is it bad that the poster can only manage to describe them as “dvd things”?
There are a number of “dvd things” out there. Simple players; complex players; recorders; with and without tuners, and so on. And, that is before we deal in “Region Specific” players. Going to need to trade a lot of “?” in trade for a “dvd thing” that only plays bottleg Cantonese discs . . .
Could a PS3 be considered a “dvd thing”? It plays DVDs and Blu-Ray discs.
Precisely.
Ours doesn’t.
It doesn’t even boot.
Dammit.
Well, then, you ought prop it up on baked goods and give it the boot on CL <G>
If it doesn’t work, take it to a Gamestop and exchange it for cash.
We’re getting it repaired, since we still want to have a Playstation. Buying a new one is out of the question, because Sony has gradually removed functionality that we actually want (like backwards compatibility to PS2, and extra USB ports).
They removed the compatibility? I’m glad I have the 80 gig version, then.
I like DVDs and I cannot lie
You other mothers can’t deny
When the disk slides in that little place
And puts a movie in your face
You get sprung
Ah, “Baby Got Tracks”–one of my favorites.
Huh, never been mooned by a DVD player before…
You’ve never rented Any Given Sunday?
Those cords look like they’re having an orgy!
Or are awaiting a serving of electrofredo sauce.
And on this episode of Wired Kingdom we see the mating ritual of the rare and strange Aardvdvark.
You can see the female is receptive to the males advances by her protruding buns, the males remote slowly caresses her case while his composite cable snakes toward her input jack.
Her cries of, “dawooooooooooo” can be heard as far away as the microwave isle.
Afterward the male puts on a display of super bowl XLII and goes into sleep mode while the female displays reruns of Sex in the city, her cries “dawooooo” slowly fading away…
Wired Kingdom, brought to you my mutual of OMG.
Where is this island of microwaves? I need to go there and trap me another one. My carousel is starting to make ominous creaking noises.
Well, all I know is it’s within ear shot of Dvdenmark.
Dawoo is clearly a misspelling. He meant Dagwood, some assembly required.
I can throw together some broken love bird eggs, some millet that has been stripped, a couple old nest boxes, and broken light fixtures. Problem is, I don’t need what this Sparky is selling. Not even the buns! Carry on.
You all laugh now, but soon the advertiser’s brother is going to fly in and rescue her from the asylum.
Help me out, Ed. I took that to be a Serenity reference, but I don’t get how it applies to the ad. In my defense, I’ve only had 2 cups of coffee.
It was actually a reference to the 1990(ish) film “Crazy People.” Sony always makes me think of the “Sony, bony” ad in the movie. Maybe because I am a [slightly] crazy person.
Ah yes! All I remember is “Metamucil, it helps you go to the bathroom.” and “Volvo, boxy, but good.”
What’s with the Kevin Bacon thing, drmk? Kinda creepy.
Ah, this may be a more age-specific thing.
KB was a bit of a movie hearthrob for a stretch.
Then, some wit came up with the “six degrees of separation” paradigm.
Which got very silly.
Despite some very silly movies (like Footloose), he’s matured into quite a good actor, in my opinion. (He was incredibly good as LCol Mike Strobl, in the HBO movie “Taking Chance”–a movie mor eneed to see.)
Some still get rather ga-ga about KB, it happens.
Hmmm…I like Jason Statham as an actor. Mostly because of The Transporter and Crank movies.
Also, he’s got that “mess with me and I’ll @#%$ up your day” attitude about him.
I’m just repeating the ad — I don’t have a thing for Kevin Bacon. (Now, Ewan McGregor, on the other hand …. )
If anyone doesn’t know what I’m talking about, there’s an ad I posted on Facebook/Twitter: http://www.facebook.com/pages/You-Suck-at-Craigslist/44110438230
(If you’re not friends with YSaC on Facebook, or don’t follow us on Twitter, there are links in the sidebar that can help rectify that oversight on your part.)
Yeah, the first thing I “liked” when I joined Facebook was YSaC. A7X was second.
You hear that? My favorite rock band was beaten by a snarky web site.
Whoo-hoo!
Like anyone would wish bees upon a band . . . as if !
Have you seen this commercial with Kevin Bacon?
Link may not work if YouTube formatted to the phone. If it doesn’t, just search Kevin Bacon commercial.
OT dollar store fun: I don’t expect much when I go to a dollar store, but Dollar Tree usually lacks the Engish qualities that the sketchy independent places usually have in abundance. Last night I found a bag “dispencer.” What’s worse is that the description spelled dispense correctly three times.
@christina – maybe they were going for an English way of spelling? We often have ‘c’ where you/the United States have ‘s’ (licence versus license for instance).
Dinner and a movie. Guess the date was a dud.
We have a bad case of Bianchi in the Box! Anyone have powder or spray for that?
I’m a hard on to keep out of the box.
Just cover that up when you’re done. 😉
Cover that up BEFORE you’re done… That’s how unwanted beebees and STDs happen!
I see your Schwartz IS as big as mine…
But let’s see how well you can handle it.
No
Durb couldn’t take it anymore. He had had quite enough. He was tired of eating Chinese and Korean. He’d had them every way it was possible to have: Raw, baked, fried, broiled, steamed, poached, boiled, microwaved, plain, open-faced, on a bun, char-grilled — all of it. Not even a near infinite combination of spices could make it taste good anymore. He even tried spicing it up, first with simple Tabasco, but moving on to stronger and stronger stuff until all he could feel were his mouth, intestines and anus dissolving under the caustic influence of Blair’s 4 AM.
Durb stuck the last piece he had carved off into his mouth and chewed rapidly so as to get it over with sooner. He’d only just started on this meal. It seemed like such a waste. But what was the point if he was sick of it to the point of wanting to hurl it at the wall?
It was still good though, still perfectly edible. There were no gnaw marks on the rest of it, nor the dinner he’d put aside for tomorrow. Someone else might want it. Perhaps they could trade for some domestic comestibles. He could really go for some noshes from this part of the world. Oh yes, indeed, some delicious locally-made stuff with a flavour all its own. He wouldn’t even have to use many spices, and they’d be delicious all on their own.
Durb realized he was drooling. Yes, this was a good idea. He had to do this. He went up to his computer room and posted his goodies on Craigslist. Surely someone would want them, and could perhaps trade for some domestic stuff; he’d only eaten cosmetic bits of one of them so they were still functional. Well, except for the remote for one of them. But someone could just use a universal.
He hit the post button, then leaned back and waited as he fantasized about what he would get first. A lovely set of Bose speakers, perhaps. American made. He heard the speaker mesh on the front was particularly delectable. That would make a wonderful side to the speaker cones and domestic wood cabinets. He hoped he could find some real wood, not that sawdusty chipboard stuff that just fell apart in his mouth. He wanted some real texture and chewiness with just the right mixture of borates and linseed oil for a change.
His computer pinged, indicating that he had new mail. Durb disconnected a strand of drool from his chin with a finger as he hastily opened up his client and let it retrieve his new message. It was a response to his ad, so he clicked on the message eagerly. The respondent was interested, and he had something to trade. Something incredible. Durb could barely contain himself.
He had a Shure microphone. A classic, American-made Shure ribbon microphone. Legendary for its use in broadcast radio and recording studios for decades. It was so sensitive it could pick up a pin dropping from across the room. Legendary, also, for its strong, lasting, savoury flavour and firm yet tender consistency. This guy clearly had no idea what this was worth. And he left his phone number! Durb dashed out of the computer room and nearly fell headlong down the stairs as he booked it to the living room and reached for the–
“Shit!” Durb cursed as he suddenly, horrifyingly remembered: He had his phone for lunch yesterday.
The saeson finale of The Walking Dead is on AMC tonight, but they’re leading up to it by showing all the previous episodes first. I know what I’m doing tonight. 🙂
Sounds fun, sadly, no tv for me in these impoverished times ([expletive deleted]cable[expletive]company[expletive]monopoly).
I’ll have a choice of PBS, PBS weather, or PBS children’s programming tonight. During a pledge drive, too (well, once Elaine gets back from driving the bus in the Parade).
Oh, and the featured show tonight will be the Parade I just watched live (if from the other end of the route).
Tortilla soup and Texas music, I think, instead.
I can’t wait – counting the minutes. It comes on late here, so I usually dvr it and watch on mondays. But I am gonna watch it tonight. Love that show!
“That clock there. It’s counting down. Tell me, what happens when it hits zero?”
What happens? I’m not telling.
I’ve heard such good thing about that show, but have not yet found the time to watch it.
Poncho Moose posting errors?
ETA: NO! I can has posting!
LRC, find time. Hot boys, great story, all the zombie blood you can stand.
Which is why I am broadcasting from my bathtub, I’m multitasking so I can watch it right before bed. (No fair trying to peek under the bubbles.)
*Tries to peek under-*
Wait, how old are you?
Old enough to be your stepmother, NMN. There is a Tanklet about your age.
Never mind then…
Yaaaaay! You know what this means, Moose — you must comment again!
And that concludes our Sunday Episode of YSaC. Tune in again tomorrow, when you will hear TacoMagic rationalize all his speeling errs.
Bianchi Sound, Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Seoul!
My biggest concern here is that the buns don’t appear to be smushed as much as I’d have thought they’d be under the weight of a dvd player and vcr. How old are those buns? And how long have they been touching the dawoo?
it’s obvious they are hinting that they want to trade for hamburgers..