Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Things I would do if I had a time machine

1) Go back in time and scare Michael Jackson to death with a picture of what he will eventually look like.

2) Go forward in time and enjoy the sight of Barney the Dinosaur finally decomposed into fuel oil.

3) Go back to 1984 and buy a hundred cases of Dimension shampoo, because I LOVED the scent, and so of course they eventually took it off the market. (Maybe because it made some people's hair fall out.) Still, it smelled good. That's what's important, right? You'd still read my blog if I was bald, right?


ettarose said...

Shhh, don't tell anyone but I work for the company that made that. I loved it too.

Thinkinfyou said...

I remember that commercial and the shampoo.Although,I don't think I ever used it.I was a big Agree freak myself.

Just a Blogger said...

Do you think that Michael Jackson ever used Dimension shampoo? Maybe it does more than just make your hair fall out.

Gwenhwyfar said...

If you made it sometime after May of 1984 you could stop in and say hi to me too.
Honestly, if I had a time machine, I'd go back and buy some serious stock in companies that have done really well over the years. Actually, even if you didn't have tons of money you could just choose to live in the past - poor now is still richer than most then. Right? Especially if you went back to the 1930s. And, extra added bonus, you'd still hold the title to any property you bought in the present.
Man... I need a fucking time machine.

Da Old Man said...

I don't know how baldness would affect your blogging. Do you think you would get more head colds? That could have a serious impact. If most of your posts were about being stuffed up and having a runny nose, then it may affect the readability factor.

Gwenhwyfar said...

Maybe not more head colds but certainly more cold heads.

Janna said...

Ettarose: You work for the company that made Dimension????? Really???

Thinkinfyou: I can't remember if I ever tried Agree... but I remember seeing the product.

JustABlogger: Scary thought!

Gwen: We BOTH need time machines.

DaOldMan: (Note to self: try not to blog about snot)

Gwen: I should just walk around with a chicken on my head. That would solve everything. Unless the chicken was frozen.