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I Effing Did It Again: A Re-Post

December 29th, 2010

I have this annoying habit, one I didn’t know what to call before, although I knew it needed a name, a slogan, a tagline. Something catchy and inspiring.

 

Finally, a few months ago a friend called it “Going Geico™,” and nothing could more perfectly sum it up.

 

So what I do is I “dub” over what someone else is saying, as in I offer a running commentary, sort of like a sportscaster. We call it “Going Geico™” because I’m like those Geico commercials where the common, everyday plebe is describing their car insurance mishap as a celebrity sits next to them, re-translating the commoner’s depiction into something else.

 

An example is when my friend sneezed during dinner. She explained that the pepper made her do it. I felt this required more explanation, so I jumped in and offered, “Pepper. When it’s finely milled as this one was, a person can breathe the pepper dust in, resulting in a sneeze much like it did for Kristine here.”

 

Annoying, see.

 

So I found myself Going Geico™ all over the place at the party/concert last night. I theorized on age spots, travel websites, Eckhart Tolle, t-shirt decals, classical music, the strawberry growing season, afros and maracas. Especially irritatingly, because if I have a glass of wine, I tend to adopt this college professor tone and drone on and on and on about crap nobody cares about. Then, I go sit on the stairs by myself, when in a moment of clarity I realize I need to not converse with people, because they hate me.

 

Anyway, the singer/songwriter we heard last night is a remarkable and talented guy named Chris Trapper. And I love his lyrics and think he’s smart and insightful and a great performer. After the concert, he stayed for a little while and I made a supreme effort to keep sitting on the stairs, alone, because if I gave into my baser instincts, I’d corner him and Go Geico™ on a variety of subjects he could just search Wikipedia for. Plus, as an adjunct to this annoying habit, I babble about stuff which makes no sense, while my husband sits with a pained smile on his ever-suffering face.

 

And I almost made it.

 

But then, I had to pipe up about my boobs and beach softball and viral marketing and Berkeley and I can’t even finish this post because I’m pretty sure I also talked about how you make babies and I’d just like to go sit on the stairs alone now.

 

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On December 30th, 2010, green girl in wisconsin said:

Going Geico. I can completely imagine it happening and it makes me giggle!

On December 30th, 2010, Cactus Petunia said:

You can Go Gieco on me anytime…(probably because we’ll be sitting on the stairs together trying not to annoy anyone)
Hey, I’m also totally impressed that you actually have something worth re-posting!

On December 30th, 2010, Ferd said:

LOL
You are so special!
(as in sp. ed.)
;D

On December 31st, 2010, Linda said:

If he’s a guy, he cares about your boobs, Gieco or not. Happy New Year… :D

On January 3rd, 2011, Sherri said:

Hahahahah it kinda reminds me more of a Bing commercial than Going Geico (sorry I don’t have that little trademark thingy on my keyboard or if I do I have no idea where’s it’s located!)

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