I swear, the last picture in my last posting makes me laugh. It's great when you can crack yourself up.
Tim, to add to my point from t he last posting: i'm not saying we'll have complete human-free sexual experiences, I'm simply saying that it's amazing that we've gotten to the point where you can have a virtual sexual experience, it's not like in 1920 anyone thought that would be possible.
SERIOUSLY that blob picture has me rolling on the floor...heh heh, Google images kicks ass.
Product Review: Kiwi Smiling Feet anti-slip shoe insert doodads
Kiwi Product list
Being a mutant with small mutant feet (i barely fit into a size 5 shoe), I experience some serious crazy shoe issues over the course of a day. Typically my shoes are slightly too big, because it's next to impossible to find anything in my shoe size. Plus, even when I do, they're usually cheap shoes (think Payless) which are cute and all, but they're not exactly known for quality or comfort.
I have a gorgeous pair of Nina shoes (which, shout out to their company, they actually make size 5s that fit) which were the last pair, and I had to get a size 6. These effing shoes make my legs look AWESOME, which offsets the pain that I feel with my feet sloshing around in heels that are too big.
To avoid killing myself in a tripping accident, I went and bought some Anti-Slip inserts. The package said Smiling Feet, and although my feet don't have mouths, I think they deserve to experience some happiness finally.
I was so stoked to try these suckers. I peeled off the little sticky adhesive thing and placed them in my uber cute heels. And then...the Smiling Feet inserts fell right off. I was like, 'wtf!'. I peeled off the backing of the other insert, and discovered it has all the adhesion of a Post-It note. Instead of just writing off this $4 situation, I actually got mad. REAL MAD. Who was the engineer that decided the adhesion level to these things? Was it a guy? Because clearly usability had no been factored in.
So I went to their website and wrote their customer support form thing a little nasty message saying how disappointed I was that they didn't even consider the adhesion to the shoe because otherwise the little inserts were crazy comfortable.
Damn you Kiwi employees. Damn you all to hell.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Letter to the editor
Carrie (re: Running Man book): heck yeah I read the book, it was awesome! Very different from the movie however, but the best part is when book-version-Arnold is crawling on the floor, his guts spilling out, then his intestines loop around some dead guy's head so he has to crawl back to unhook it and shove it back inside him....In addition to my Piers Anthony/Isaac Asimov reading phases, i was all into Stephen King (Richard Bachman), but I remember seeing Creepshow 2 and IT and those scared the crap out of me so I stopped reading his books.
I don't think you're right at all about society moving towards the absence of sexual content.
Tim: You're putting words in my mouth. I don't think we're "moving" towards it, we already have. You can't possibly think we're where we were in the days of woodstock and houses where you could go specifically to bone someone else. Those things still go on, but nowhere NEAR the same levels what with the advent of AIDS and STDs...I'm not saying it'll be complete absence, at least not in our lifetimes (I mean, if in the next generation there's an STD you get just by LOOKING at gonads, then f*ck it...i'd have no problems wearing a chastity belt forever).
MARLENE YOU ROCK...yes the Gigi is what I was thinking of. Why are these things marketed towards chicks, I'll bet that Gigi thing feels way better than a frickin' blow up doll for a dude if he's a germaphobe of the future. Although what do I know, maybe these are marketed towards dudes too. Damn i can't find a pic online, there's alotta things called "gigi" on the net.
EDITED: Marcella you KICK ASS! Here's a pic:
Back to Creepshow 2...the only reason I was scared of that movie was the vignette (The Raft) of the black oil slick that would eat people on this little lake. For real, this concept scared the pulp out of me. In hindsight, not really so scary, but damn for years I just got freaked out that some big black oil slick blob was going to engulf me.
I don't think you're right at all about society moving towards the absence of sexual content.
Tim: You're putting words in my mouth. I don't think we're "moving" towards it, we already have. You can't possibly think we're where we were in the days of woodstock and houses where you could go specifically to bone someone else. Those things still go on, but nowhere NEAR the same levels what with the advent of AIDS and STDs...I'm not saying it'll be complete absence, at least not in our lifetimes (I mean, if in the next generation there's an STD you get just by LOOKING at gonads, then f*ck it...i'd have no problems wearing a chastity belt forever).
MARLENE YOU ROCK...yes the Gigi is what I was thinking of. Why are these things marketed towards chicks, I'll bet that Gigi thing feels way better than a frickin' blow up doll for a dude if he's a germaphobe of the future. Although what do I know, maybe these are marketed towards dudes too. Damn i can't find a pic online, there's alotta things called "gigi" on the net.
EDITED: Marcella you KICK ASS! Here's a pic:
Back to Creepshow 2...the only reason I was scared of that movie was the vignette (The Raft) of the black oil slick that would eat people on this little lake. For real, this concept scared the pulp out of me. In hindsight, not really so scary, but damn for years I just got freaked out that some big black oil slick blob was going to engulf me.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Sex, Robots, and Isaac Asimov
When i was still in elementary school I went through a massive nerd phase where I read books like crazy. Not that that's something new, but my parents actually threw out our TV (which I didn't tell anyone at the time, who's parents actually physically THROW OUT a tv? The only family tv? And then go years without one? My formative Saved by the Bell years were spent reading books instead of watching tv. Gee, wonder why I'm so addicted to television now? But i digress). So i went pretty fast from reading Babysitter's Club/Sweet Valley High to Piers Anthony and Isaac Asimov, I probably read more books during that non-tv time than I ever will for the rest of my life (and I'm in a book club even!).
Thanks mom and dad, for making me the socially retarded woman I am today.
I remember reading Robots of Dawn (in addition to many other books by Isaac Asimov, who's a mutha effin' sci fi badass...ummm as badass as you can be given the subject) and although i didn't get very much of the sexual references at the time, I do remember a key element in the book is that on whatever planet (Aurora?), humans don't actually interface with each other. They're total germophobes. You can see each other through holographic-type phone systems so it seems like you're there when you're not. And some chicks just bone their robots (Daneel i believe was one of them), since they're man-like anyway (nice! I approve). Funny that Isaac Asimov didn't think to reference Purell hand sanitizer anywhere in his books, i'm sure he thought of it before the stuff was actually invented.
I also recall the hero of the book actually getting to physically bone one of the chicks in the book, and the whole sex scene was written out like he was taking her on some sort of trip. Flying or something. I don't know, I didn't get it then, and I'm certainly not creative enough to figure it out now. If someone can make sex seem like I'm sitting on a beach in Hawaii drinking out of a coconut (without my husband losing his wedding ring in the ocean in Waikiki lol), let me know.
What I do remember is thinking how odd that any sexual contact was electronic, through holographic images or with robots. And now...that's what society is turning towards. Maybe because I still have that Vh1 “Sex the Revolution” series in my brain, but we are a society that has to fear herpes, AIDs, baby mama drama...and we also have immediate access to all things sex thanks to the web and Passion Parties (Marlene, wtf is the name of that jelly-ish thing with a hole in it that you guys got me for my bridal shower? For the life of me, i can't remember what it's called but it seems like now would be time for a good shout out to that doodad!).
Very much like in Isaac Asimov's worlds, you can have aseptic sex virtually with anyone in the world as long as you have a method of communication, some sort of camera device, and your own little robot (that runs on two AA batteries lol).
Much like how Stephen King was ahead of this time with The Running Man (link to that blog entry here, effing best movie ever! Second to Clueless), Isaac Asimov was also well ahead of his time and totally foresaw the future of sex.
Yay to nerds.
Thanks mom and dad, for making me the socially retarded woman I am today.
I remember reading Robots of Dawn (in addition to many other books by Isaac Asimov, who's a mutha effin' sci fi badass...ummm as badass as you can be given the subject) and although i didn't get very much of the sexual references at the time, I do remember a key element in the book is that on whatever planet (Aurora?), humans don't actually interface with each other. They're total germophobes. You can see each other through holographic-type phone systems so it seems like you're there when you're not. And some chicks just bone their robots (Daneel i believe was one of them), since they're man-like anyway (nice! I approve). Funny that Isaac Asimov didn't think to reference Purell hand sanitizer anywhere in his books, i'm sure he thought of it before the stuff was actually invented.
I also recall the hero of the book actually getting to physically bone one of the chicks in the book, and the whole sex scene was written out like he was taking her on some sort of trip. Flying or something. I don't know, I didn't get it then, and I'm certainly not creative enough to figure it out now. If someone can make sex seem like I'm sitting on a beach in Hawaii drinking out of a coconut (without my husband losing his wedding ring in the ocean in Waikiki lol), let me know.
What I do remember is thinking how odd that any sexual contact was electronic, through holographic images or with robots. And now...that's what society is turning towards. Maybe because I still have that Vh1 “Sex the Revolution” series in my brain, but we are a society that has to fear herpes, AIDs, baby mama drama...and we also have immediate access to all things sex thanks to the web and Passion Parties (Marlene, wtf is the name of that jelly-ish thing with a hole in it that you guys got me for my bridal shower? For the life of me, i can't remember what it's called but it seems like now would be time for a good shout out to that doodad!).
Very much like in Isaac Asimov's worlds, you can have aseptic sex virtually with anyone in the world as long as you have a method of communication, some sort of camera device, and your own little robot (that runs on two AA batteries lol).
Much like how Stephen King was ahead of this time with The Running Man (link to that blog entry here, effing best movie ever! Second to Clueless), Isaac Asimov was also well ahead of his time and totally foresaw the future of sex.
Yay to nerds.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Vasectomies, scissors, and snip snip
An interesting question was raised to me today: when you get a vasectomy, what exactly happens with the sperm? I mean, we know no sperm comes OUT, but where does it go?
So I immediately scoped out HowStuffWorks.com to get the inside info...
I guess since you're snipping the vas deferens, the little doodads that connect your nuts to your tool, you're now removing the "roads" that get the sperm to where they need to go.
But what happens to the sperm? I mean, the body still produces it, right? Aren't you just asking for permanent blue balls?
One effect of a vasectomy is that the body can actually cease to recognize its own sperm and can develop antibodies to it.
That's seriously effed up. Why are guys so messed up? Even their surgeries are gross.
And speaking of the male member, if a guy gets his man meat tattooed, does he have to do it when it's erect? Wouldn't the pain alone make it shrink back up? And if you did it when it's NOT erect, wouldn't there be gaps whenever it IS erect?
Edited to add:
Spitz wrote this on my Facebook page re: this post, it's too funny to not post here:
Far as the tattooing goes, I bet they stretch the skin of a flaccid wiener while they work. I'd guess maintaining a boner for 3 hours can challengiing -- especially with the needles buzzing away and the pain exploding in your brain and balls like a pinball machine.
And far as the antisperm antibodies go, the real issue isn't so much building immunological resistance to your own little guys, or even shooting blanks, but the actual procedure itself: The anesthesia is local, so you can actually HEAR when they snip the tubes, and SMELL when they cauterize them shut.
(Wincing? Well YOU brought this up...)
So I immediately scoped out HowStuffWorks.com to get the inside info...
I guess since you're snipping the vas deferens, the little doodads that connect your nuts to your tool, you're now removing the "roads" that get the sperm to where they need to go.
But what happens to the sperm? I mean, the body still produces it, right? Aren't you just asking for permanent blue balls?
One effect of a vasectomy is that the body can actually cease to recognize its own sperm and can develop antibodies to it.
That's seriously effed up. Why are guys so messed up? Even their surgeries are gross.
And speaking of the male member, if a guy gets his man meat tattooed, does he have to do it when it's erect? Wouldn't the pain alone make it shrink back up? And if you did it when it's NOT erect, wouldn't there be gaps whenever it IS erect?
Edited to add:
Spitz wrote this on my Facebook page re: this post, it's too funny to not post here:
Far as the tattooing goes, I bet they stretch the skin of a flaccid wiener while they work. I'd guess maintaining a boner for 3 hours can challengiing -- especially with the needles buzzing away and the pain exploding in your brain and balls like a pinball machine.
And far as the antisperm antibodies go, the real issue isn't so much building immunological resistance to your own little guys, or even shooting blanks, but the actual procedure itself: The anesthesia is local, so you can actually HEAR when they snip the tubes, and SMELL when they cauterize them shut.
(Wincing? Well YOU brought this up...)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Purging whatever's in my brain
Some seriously random bitching and thoughts...leave your brain cells at the door as you read:
- has plastic surgery evolved so far that Dr. 90210 can fix my cankles?
- I finally got my stimulus check. I wasn't stimulated. My bank account will barely feel a heartbeat. It will get sucked into the vortex of all things going OUT of my account.
- speaking of $$, bask in my glory of having paid down my home equity loan $15k in 7 months (see the bottom of this blog page). Do you know how effing hard that was?! That's $15k EXTRA that went towards that effing loan. In addition to the regular loan, bills, and my right arm.
- I went to a baby shower on Saturday and there was a dude there who EXACTLY on the same pulse as me re: all the things that every single guy should be able to do. I was like, "hey so let's talk cars" and he replied "don't get me started, i have a friend who drives a purple jetta". That came after he said "well if me, my girlfriend and two of her friends went somewhere...then yeah of course i'm driving. Even if it means I have to drive my GF's car 'cause it's bigger". DUDE you're a shining star of what a single guy should be.
- According to 20/20, you can go an extra 40 miles on your reserve tank when the gas light goes on. For me, as soon as that light goes on, I freak out. Sweat starts to pour down my face and I act as if I've 30 seconds or else I'll start to sputter right in the middle of the road. I don't want to be the a-hole who's actually stalled in a middle lane on the HIGHWAY with her hazards on.
- When someone displays very bad etiquette to you, what's the proper reply? To call them out on their rudeness, or to still maintain your own level of etiquette, smile, and suck it up?
- It's 10:30pm at night and I'm craving strawberry shortcake. From Bigg's Deli and Bar in Ottawa. I want strawberry shortcake so effing bad right now. The last time I had it, I was at Cheesecake Factory. They served me two hockey pucks with artificial foam and a ghetto strawberry. Effing bastards.
I have more to write, but Kraig's doing the "how much longer are you going to be" schpiel so I gotta split. Stay tuned for part two of random rants on a Monday.
Purging whatever's in my brain – part 2 added the next day
Unless you're rocking the super long hair look (and really, I only one guy who can pull that off, Sebastian Bach from Skid Row), short hair on a guy is a MUST. That also includes when it grows all nasty on the back of the neck because you decided to wait a few more weeks before cutting. Ugh. Can't stand that. Short and preppy is the way to go (not to be confused with super SUPER almost shaved hair...unless you're playing sports all summer and need it that short for logistical reasons or you're in the military, please don't do that...chicks dig hair too)
after the age of 17, it is never ever cool to just make out at someone's house in front of people. Not the same as getting drunk in college, but no one's got a “house” in college (5 people renting one doesn't count as one person havint a house).
I'm wearing these super cute black shiny patent heels that are almost identical to ANOTHER pair of black shiny patent heels, except these ones have double straps. Which is how I justified getting them. They're crazy high and hurt like a biotch but DAMN they're adorable.
After a discussion with someone (who will remain anonymous to protect the innocent), I have to agree: really, REALLY, there's only one type of female that can pull of jean/denim skirts: super duper thin ones. Thus unless you're 12 years old...or you're 25 but weigh 90lbs, don't wear them. I've never owned one because I think they're actually ugly, but I also know that unless you're a twig, denim skirts ride up when you sit down and really, REALLY, i don't want to see anyone's underwear.
I think when people build buildings, they purposely eff up the A/C and heating systems so the employees have to suffer forever. I've never, ever worked anywhere where the heating/cooling situation was optimal. It's almost always set up so that one side of the building is forced to freeze while the other size drips in sweat.
Daphne's is so effing awesome. I want to bathe in their tzatziki sauce.
Diet Pepsi addiction is BACK. Bring on the jitters and the withdrawal headaches. And the teeth staining. Sigh. I'll go back to Fresca eventually.
I hate it when i see a guy who's calves are smaller than mine (I don't have small calves, but I expect every guy alive to have bigger ones than mine unless he's got cancer or something).
I love Trina Decker's hairstyle on Swing town:
I'm thinking if i cut my hair in the next short while, that's how I would do it.
- has plastic surgery evolved so far that Dr. 90210 can fix my cankles?
- I finally got my stimulus check. I wasn't stimulated. My bank account will barely feel a heartbeat. It will get sucked into the vortex of all things going OUT of my account.
- speaking of $$, bask in my glory of having paid down my home equity loan $15k in 7 months (see the bottom of this blog page). Do you know how effing hard that was?! That's $15k EXTRA that went towards that effing loan. In addition to the regular loan, bills, and my right arm.
- I went to a baby shower on Saturday and there was a dude there who EXACTLY on the same pulse as me re: all the things that every single guy should be able to do. I was like, "hey so let's talk cars" and he replied "don't get me started, i have a friend who drives a purple jetta". That came after he said "well if me, my girlfriend and two of her friends went somewhere...then yeah of course i'm driving. Even if it means I have to drive my GF's car 'cause it's bigger". DUDE you're a shining star of what a single guy should be.
- According to 20/20, you can go an extra 40 miles on your reserve tank when the gas light goes on. For me, as soon as that light goes on, I freak out. Sweat starts to pour down my face and I act as if I've 30 seconds or else I'll start to sputter right in the middle of the road. I don't want to be the a-hole who's actually stalled in a middle lane on the HIGHWAY with her hazards on.
- When someone displays very bad etiquette to you, what's the proper reply? To call them out on their rudeness, or to still maintain your own level of etiquette, smile, and suck it up?
- It's 10:30pm at night and I'm craving strawberry shortcake. From Bigg's Deli and Bar in Ottawa. I want strawberry shortcake so effing bad right now. The last time I had it, I was at Cheesecake Factory. They served me two hockey pucks with artificial foam and a ghetto strawberry. Effing bastards.
I have more to write, but Kraig's doing the "how much longer are you going to be" schpiel so I gotta split. Stay tuned for part two of random rants on a Monday.
Purging whatever's in my brain – part 2 added the next day
Unless you're rocking the super long hair look (and really, I only one guy who can pull that off, Sebastian Bach from Skid Row), short hair on a guy is a MUST. That also includes when it grows all nasty on the back of the neck because you decided to wait a few more weeks before cutting. Ugh. Can't stand that. Short and preppy is the way to go (not to be confused with super SUPER almost shaved hair...unless you're playing sports all summer and need it that short for logistical reasons or you're in the military, please don't do that...chicks dig hair too)
after the age of 17, it is never ever cool to just make out at someone's house in front of people. Not the same as getting drunk in college, but no one's got a “house” in college (5 people renting one doesn't count as one person havint a house).
I'm wearing these super cute black shiny patent heels that are almost identical to ANOTHER pair of black shiny patent heels, except these ones have double straps. Which is how I justified getting them. They're crazy high and hurt like a biotch but DAMN they're adorable.
After a discussion with someone (who will remain anonymous to protect the innocent), I have to agree: really, REALLY, there's only one type of female that can pull of jean/denim skirts: super duper thin ones. Thus unless you're 12 years old...or you're 25 but weigh 90lbs, don't wear them. I've never owned one because I think they're actually ugly, but I also know that unless you're a twig, denim skirts ride up when you sit down and really, REALLY, i don't want to see anyone's underwear.
I think when people build buildings, they purposely eff up the A/C and heating systems so the employees have to suffer forever. I've never, ever worked anywhere where the heating/cooling situation was optimal. It's almost always set up so that one side of the building is forced to freeze while the other size drips in sweat.
Daphne's is so effing awesome. I want to bathe in their tzatziki sauce.
Diet Pepsi addiction is BACK. Bring on the jitters and the withdrawal headaches. And the teeth staining. Sigh. I'll go back to Fresca eventually.
I hate it when i see a guy who's calves are smaller than mine (I don't have small calves, but I expect every guy alive to have bigger ones than mine unless he's got cancer or something).
I love Trina Decker's hairstyle on Swing town:
I'm thinking if i cut my hair in the next short while, that's how I would do it.
More BBQ goodness
That all said if you guys ever visit me, I will gladly cook on the BBQ for you, all I ask is that you join me on the roof with a beer or glass of wine and keep me company. :)
Wait, you can BBQ on the roof at your place Bryan? I'm THERE! Well...once I accrue vacation time and flying to the east coast doesn't cost me an arm and a leg.
Tim, I read your comment to Kraig while he was falling asleep, he was appreciative of your support :P
Of meat, liquor, and random babies
Picture time...much thanks to Carrie who played photographer so that I wouldn't have to worry about it.
Too lazy to write captions for these pics. Figure it out yourself.
Good times, it was bizarre because there was alot of BBQ newbies who'd never been to one our bbqs, whereas alot of the usuals couldn't make it.
Too lazy to write captions for these pics. Figure it out yourself.
Good times, it was bizarre because there was alot of BBQ newbies who'd never been to one our bbqs, whereas alot of the usuals couldn't make it.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Letter to the Editor...sorta
Ha ha...I hate Facebook, but I had to import in these comments from my blog to here (you can view this blog in Facebook, and sometimes people post their comments there instead of here):
Shane wrote
at 6:09pm yesterday
Thanks. This was an enjoyable read. I'll drive my Jetta less and shave more.
Lol sorry dude! But you're married. So straight married dudes can drive anything. Take a look at Kraig...he removed all his balls ages ago in order to drive my Rav4.
Spitz wrote
at 11:59pm yesterday
What are you TALKING about? Tacky posters are manly as hell.
Leigh Anne wrote
at 12:38pm
Sabina, I think I love you. WORDS TO LIVE BY for all you guys out there! Loved it!
HA HAAAAAAAAAAA...you gotta love that 2 guys go whining, and Leigh Anne's like "damn right!"...
You all may think that it's just me, but it's NOT...all of us women think the same! And if they don't, then that chick is secretly what we call a "man".
Shane wrote
at 6:09pm yesterday
Thanks. This was an enjoyable read. I'll drive my Jetta less and shave more.
Lol sorry dude! But you're married. So straight married dudes can drive anything. Take a look at Kraig...he removed all his balls ages ago in order to drive my Rav4.
Spitz wrote
at 11:59pm yesterday
What are you TALKING about? Tacky posters are manly as hell.
Leigh Anne wrote
at 12:38pm
Sabina, I think I love you. WORDS TO LIVE BY for all you guys out there! Loved it!
HA HAAAAAAAAAAA...you gotta love that 2 guys go whining, and Leigh Anne's like "damn right!"...
You all may think that it's just me, but it's NOT...all of us women think the same! And if they don't, then that chick is secretly what we call a "man".
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Hohhhh-leeeee fffuuuudddgge
OH
OH
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Vh1, I love you.
I LOVE YOU.
Vh1, I will do you ever which way you want.
Vee, I basque in your glory.
Damn. Damn damn.
I Love Money was fabulous. I mean, really, SO SO GOOD. Like, I want a cigarette now. And I don't smoke. I'm actually out of breath. I might need a shower.
You took the lowest common denominators of society and made them compete for the only thing that motivates them: money. Not integrity. Not love. Good old fashioned money.
In fact, I think a tear just came to my eye. THAT is how you do reality television folks. I can die a happy woman.
OH
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Vh1, I love you.
I LOVE YOU.
Vh1, I will do you ever which way you want.
Vee, I basque in your glory.
Damn. Damn damn.
I Love Money was fabulous. I mean, really, SO SO GOOD. Like, I want a cigarette now. And I don't smoke. I'm actually out of breath. I might need a shower.
You took the lowest common denominators of society and made them compete for the only thing that motivates them: money. Not integrity. Not love. Good old fashioned money.
In fact, I think a tear just came to my eye. THAT is how you do reality television folks. I can die a happy woman.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
When you cockblock yourself
An open blog to all guys out there not getting laid...
Sometimes you just gotta accept the reason you're alone at home on a Friday or Sat night is yourself.
A short while ago I ran into a guy I know who I used to think was a "great catch" but for some reason or other was still single. I hadn't seen him in quite a long time, which clearly gave him time to make himself as ineligible as possible to the opposite sex. We're talking scratching his ear, picking at his teeth, you name it, it was disgusting. SO...I must remind the male species some basic rules if they want to avoid cockblocking themselves.
Note: this also serves as a great time to re-iterate on an old post, Dec 5 2007 25 Things Every Guys Should Know.
1. Men should be MANLY. Think of all the things chicks do (whine, bitch, complain) and realize that you can't do those things. Whining is NOT manly. Ordering a salad for dinner? NOT manly.
2. That being said, being gross is NOT manly. It's just simply gross. Clean nails are a MUST. Listen, maybe you don't want to be busted going into a Happy Nails. Suck it up, many a guy gets a manicure. If you can take care of them yourself, great, but seriously make life easier and get that crap cleaned up by a professional (and by professional, I mean an asian chick who doesn't speak English but will yell out at you whether you want additional services. NO you do not want clear polish!).
That also means you do not pick at your teeth or clean your ears when a chick is around!
3. I seriously cannot stress enough the importance of knowing how to operate a BBQ. Nothing is more man than FIRE. It is man at his most man.
4. You cannot assume a penis of any size will compensate for your body. That's like us thinking that our vaginas will compensate for being out of shape and gaining 100lbs. If you want to attract a chick with a body of a 10, then you gotta make some changes too. NOW that being said you gotta think smart. Why do short guys always bulk up their upper body?! It makes them look SHORTER. Nothing is crappier for a chick than to see a guy who's calves are smaller than ours. And biceps don't mean jack if you didn't work out your shoulders.
So what's my point? Your penis won't compensate for a bad body, and you have the ability to work out individual muscles to think strategically.
Note: A penis wont' compensate for a bad body, but lots of money definitely will.
5. Don't be vegetarian. In fact, avoid being a picky eater. Picky eater = a chick thing. Guys are supposed to be willing to eat rotting fish that's turned green because they got drunk and their buddies dared them to eat it. Okay, I'll give every guy ONE "I won't eat X food". Now this isn't to be confused with foods that can't be consumed due to allergies or religion. This is your ONE "I just don't wanna eat it" food. Make it a good one, and stick with it. Otherwise we'll think you're one step away from ordering a pile of lettuce with no cheese and dressing on the side.
6. Pay for dinner on the first date. I know, I know, it goes against everything both genders stand for. There's really no rhyme or reason behind it, it is what it is. If you can't afford a $100 meal, then take her somewhere cheaper 'cause dude, you're paying for it. NOW...it's perfectly reasonable for the chick to pay for drinks later, or to pitch in for subsequent meals, I'm simply saying: be a man, suck it up, pay for dinner. (If she's a biotch and orders wine after wine after lobster, then you know never to ask her out to anything ever again which is a very good investment).
7. Don't be the douchebag who tucks in his turtleneck into his jeans. Just...don't.
8. Don't wear sleeveless shirts unless you're at the gym or playing some bball with buddies. If we want to see your biceps, will make efforts to say "oooh big muscles" and grab them ourselves. Don't throw your biceps in our face with your sleeveless shirts 'cause you know what? Odds are good that we'll compare yours to someone else's. Plus, it's just plain WT.
9. We certainly don't expect your place to look like it's straight out of Architectural Digest. But please, please: this isn't college. Stuff needs to match sorta. Tacky posters have gotta go. If you want to bring chicks over and get laid, repeatedly, then for real your place can't look like you won't change your sheets until you can take your laundry back home to your mom.
10. Remember, never drive these cars if you're a single straight guy: VW Jetta, VW Bug, Toyota Tercel, Honda Del Sol, Mazda Miata. You don't need to be rich, but if you've got 10k to spend on a car, a used mustang trumps a used tercel.
11. Chicks dig little pet names. Just test it out first...some chicks might freak out if you call her "babe" (author's opinion? as long as the pet name isn't "hey UglyKins", i'm okay with anything).
12. You need to balance out the beauty of a 5 o'clock shadow vs. knowing you're going to make out with a chick. We have girly sensitive skin. That's why you like us, we're soft and we smell good. Don't ruin our soft skin with your brillo pad of a face.
That's all i can think of for now, going to take a nap after this South Park episode (the Quest for Ratings episode...sexy action news!)
Sometimes you just gotta accept the reason you're alone at home on a Friday or Sat night is yourself.
A short while ago I ran into a guy I know who I used to think was a "great catch" but for some reason or other was still single. I hadn't seen him in quite a long time, which clearly gave him time to make himself as ineligible as possible to the opposite sex. We're talking scratching his ear, picking at his teeth, you name it, it was disgusting. SO...I must remind the male species some basic rules if they want to avoid cockblocking themselves.
Note: this also serves as a great time to re-iterate on an old post, Dec 5 2007 25 Things Every Guys Should Know.
1. Men should be MANLY. Think of all the things chicks do (whine, bitch, complain) and realize that you can't do those things. Whining is NOT manly. Ordering a salad for dinner? NOT manly.
2. That being said, being gross is NOT manly. It's just simply gross. Clean nails are a MUST. Listen, maybe you don't want to be busted going into a Happy Nails. Suck it up, many a guy gets a manicure. If you can take care of them yourself, great, but seriously make life easier and get that crap cleaned up by a professional (and by professional, I mean an asian chick who doesn't speak English but will yell out at you whether you want additional services. NO you do not want clear polish!).
That also means you do not pick at your teeth or clean your ears when a chick is around!
3. I seriously cannot stress enough the importance of knowing how to operate a BBQ. Nothing is more man than FIRE. It is man at his most man.
4. You cannot assume a penis of any size will compensate for your body. That's like us thinking that our vaginas will compensate for being out of shape and gaining 100lbs. If you want to attract a chick with a body of a 10, then you gotta make some changes too. NOW that being said you gotta think smart. Why do short guys always bulk up their upper body?! It makes them look SHORTER. Nothing is crappier for a chick than to see a guy who's calves are smaller than ours. And biceps don't mean jack if you didn't work out your shoulders.
So what's my point? Your penis won't compensate for a bad body, and you have the ability to work out individual muscles to think strategically.
Note: A penis wont' compensate for a bad body, but lots of money definitely will.
5. Don't be vegetarian. In fact, avoid being a picky eater. Picky eater = a chick thing. Guys are supposed to be willing to eat rotting fish that's turned green because they got drunk and their buddies dared them to eat it. Okay, I'll give every guy ONE "I won't eat X food". Now this isn't to be confused with foods that can't be consumed due to allergies or religion. This is your ONE "I just don't wanna eat it" food. Make it a good one, and stick with it. Otherwise we'll think you're one step away from ordering a pile of lettuce with no cheese and dressing on the side.
6. Pay for dinner on the first date. I know, I know, it goes against everything both genders stand for. There's really no rhyme or reason behind it, it is what it is. If you can't afford a $100 meal, then take her somewhere cheaper 'cause dude, you're paying for it. NOW...it's perfectly reasonable for the chick to pay for drinks later, or to pitch in for subsequent meals, I'm simply saying: be a man, suck it up, pay for dinner. (If she's a biotch and orders wine after wine after lobster, then you know never to ask her out to anything ever again which is a very good investment).
7. Don't be the douchebag who tucks in his turtleneck into his jeans. Just...don't.
8. Don't wear sleeveless shirts unless you're at the gym or playing some bball with buddies. If we want to see your biceps, will make efforts to say "oooh big muscles" and grab them ourselves. Don't throw your biceps in our face with your sleeveless shirts 'cause you know what? Odds are good that we'll compare yours to someone else's. Plus, it's just plain WT.
9. We certainly don't expect your place to look like it's straight out of Architectural Digest. But please, please: this isn't college. Stuff needs to match sorta. Tacky posters have gotta go. If you want to bring chicks over and get laid, repeatedly, then for real your place can't look like you won't change your sheets until you can take your laundry back home to your mom.
10. Remember, never drive these cars if you're a single straight guy: VW Jetta, VW Bug, Toyota Tercel, Honda Del Sol, Mazda Miata. You don't need to be rich, but if you've got 10k to spend on a car, a used mustang trumps a used tercel.
11. Chicks dig little pet names. Just test it out first...some chicks might freak out if you call her "babe" (author's opinion? as long as the pet name isn't "hey UglyKins", i'm okay with anything).
12. You need to balance out the beauty of a 5 o'clock shadow vs. knowing you're going to make out with a chick. We have girly sensitive skin. That's why you like us, we're soft and we smell good. Don't ruin our soft skin with your brillo pad of a face.
That's all i can think of for now, going to take a nap after this South Park episode (the Quest for Ratings episode...sexy action news!)
Sex! Sex! Sex!
Got your attention?
So a few weeks ago VH1 aired Sex: The Revolution, a 4 part series. Now in case it's not clear, i'm crazy fascinated the differences between men and women, how guys operate, what's innate in our minds...I'm also super fascinated with how sex has changed our society, what's considered scandalous when...
It's pretty mind boggling if you think about how things changed in a few generations. Everything was kosher for centuries...everyone's supposed to wait till marriage, guys secretely boned on the side, gay life was totally hidden...Like having anal sex was actually ILLEGAL, which lord knows my ass is a one-way-street but I couldn't care a less what my neighbor wants to with their sphincter...
Then the series takes viewers through the war, drugs, and free love...Which THANK THE LORD I wasn't around for that era. People were nasty. MEN WERE DISGUSTING. WTF is up with the long hair, the sideburns, the mustaches?! Too much hair! And all that drug use made people clearly forget to bathe. You can't tell me that there weren't crabs in those mustaches. Seriously, the videos VH1 showed of guys getting their freak on in the 60s and 70s is enough to make any girl wear a chastity belt. In fact, I would have become a NUN in the 60s (and I'm Muslim!), I'm just so not down with being boned by a guy who's dirty, vile, hasn't brushed his teeth in years ("dentists are like, so corporate man!"), and is so high he believes he's boning a 3 headed unicorn.
The 70s also had sex clubs, you know, you just show up and get your Swinger on. Would love to grow in a petri dish whatever was on those nasty ass mattresses.
Which then leads to the best part...when Herpes came out, it was like, mass hysteria. Just a theory: if people inthe free love era whored themelves after they BATHED, i bet Herpes wouldn't have existed. Brush your teeth after you give head (and subsequently giving someone else head) maybe just maybe would have prevented it. I know, i know, it's a virus yadda yadda...i'm simply saying when you've got some EFFED UP sex going on, like dirty people boning constantly, wtf did you think was going to happen?!
Then HIV came out, and Herpes was the least of anyone's issues...and it's fascinating how it came full circle a bit, that people are so much more cautious but for different reasons (not afraid of being labeled a "slut" as much being labeled "herpes-laden AIDS victim).
Seriously, this sh*t fascinates me.
So a few weeks ago VH1 aired Sex: The Revolution, a 4 part series. Now in case it's not clear, i'm crazy fascinated the differences between men and women, how guys operate, what's innate in our minds...I'm also super fascinated with how sex has changed our society, what's considered scandalous when...
It's pretty mind boggling if you think about how things changed in a few generations. Everything was kosher for centuries...everyone's supposed to wait till marriage, guys secretely boned on the side, gay life was totally hidden...Like having anal sex was actually ILLEGAL, which lord knows my ass is a one-way-street but I couldn't care a less what my neighbor wants to with their sphincter...
Then the series takes viewers through the war, drugs, and free love...Which THANK THE LORD I wasn't around for that era. People were nasty. MEN WERE DISGUSTING. WTF is up with the long hair, the sideburns, the mustaches?! Too much hair! And all that drug use made people clearly forget to bathe. You can't tell me that there weren't crabs in those mustaches. Seriously, the videos VH1 showed of guys getting their freak on in the 60s and 70s is enough to make any girl wear a chastity belt. In fact, I would have become a NUN in the 60s (and I'm Muslim!), I'm just so not down with being boned by a guy who's dirty, vile, hasn't brushed his teeth in years ("dentists are like, so corporate man!"), and is so high he believes he's boning a 3 headed unicorn.
The 70s also had sex clubs, you know, you just show up and get your Swinger on. Would love to grow in a petri dish whatever was on those nasty ass mattresses.
Which then leads to the best part...when Herpes came out, it was like, mass hysteria. Just a theory: if people inthe free love era whored themelves after they BATHED, i bet Herpes wouldn't have existed. Brush your teeth after you give head (and subsequently giving someone else head) maybe just maybe would have prevented it. I know, i know, it's a virus yadda yadda...i'm simply saying when you've got some EFFED UP sex going on, like dirty people boning constantly, wtf did you think was going to happen?!
Then HIV came out, and Herpes was the least of anyone's issues...and it's fascinating how it came full circle a bit, that people are so much more cautious but for different reasons (not afraid of being labeled a "slut" as much being labeled "herpes-laden AIDS victim).
Seriously, this sh*t fascinates me.
Handwriting analysis
So I got a handwriting analysis done by a an ex coworker who is trying his hand at it (ha ha...that was a great pun)...here's what he came up with from the mess of a handwriting job i provided. His notes are regular font, Kraig's opinion is in italics, mine are in red.
· You are direct and energetic.
- true
Hmmm, this is a mix...I'm actually not THAT direct, however my approach to things is direct because I"m very impatient. So if i want something, I'm not going to hesitate to go up to someone and get it...but when I go up to that person, I play the little dance to figure out the best way to get it. It's the ex-salesgirl in me I guess.
As for energetic, I dunno...I'm pretty lazy. But that may be because I use up my energy when i'm out with people, 'cause when I get home all I wanna do is nap nap nap. In fact, if I seem like i'm bubbly around you, just know that deep down, I'm fantasizing about my next nap.
· In many ways a person’s handwriting is like a seismograph, a readout of unseen activity below the surface. Your writing reveals that there is a lot of activity below the surface. You are characteristically sympathetic, cheerful, emotional and optimistic.
Emotional yes… sometimes cheerful. You are Cynical and you have no sympathy unless its for animals :p
Kraig nailed it. I really do have little sympathy for the most part for people, but if its for animals than I'm ready to be their little animal therapist. Cheerful...hmmm...depends around who. I'm cranky most of the time I think. Optimistic, definitely NOT. My mantra is: expect the worst, and the worst won't happen, if it does then at least you're prepared
· Everybody enjoys solitude at some point and companionship at other times.Your writing says that you tend to enjoy your quiet moments more, and that it may take some time to open yourself up to others. People may see you as a ‘chatterbox’ sometimes but there is a very private dimension to you that few people get the chance to enjoy.
Very true
Yes to the bone. That chatterbox line is crazy true, and sums me up on so many levels. I wish i could kiss the guy who wrote this, becasue seriously it really is EXACTLY how I am. And most people think I'm some social butterfly, but really I love just curling up with a blanket, my cats, and a magazine on a Friday night.
· The letters in your words indicate that you are outgoing and sometimes outspoken. But you are mature enough to exercise reserve and caution when it’s called for.
true
LOL well some people say that I don't exercise reserve, but yeah I'm pretty outspoken. I'm a loudmouth for the most part. I've gots no shame in my game, if I've come up with something fabulously witty yer gonna hear it.
· You are tolerant, sensitive and impressionable.
Sensitive and impressionable… yah I guess this is all true.
Impressionable, BIG TIME...on so many levels. I start to mimic the mannerisms and expressions of those around me. I STILL use expressions from my buddy slash ex cubemate Tony ("He should be shot") and we worked together 8 years ago. I swear, put me in a room with people from Compton and you'll be thinking i'm from the ghetto in no time. As for tolerant, that I don't know. I guess I am, people wonder why I put up with some crap for so long, and I think that's because I want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt above and beyond everyone else's typical patience level.
·You have undiscovered or underdeveloped gifts of creativity.
Very true
Well if I have undiscovered talents then I don't know about them, so how could I dispute this? But creativity overall....I'm relatively creative, however I feel like creativity and logic are opposites, and I'm much more logical than creative. I want concrete numbers to work with over abstract thoughts like "make it blue"...what shade of blue? Give me a Pantone number. How opaque?
·Not everyone knows how to treat themselves as good as you treat yourself. You might lack inhibition and you tend to indulge your various cravings. You are quite ‘at home’ enjoying yourself with things that make you happy.
You don’t treat yourself well – so this is partially true
HA hardly....this is the only thing int his last that's truly wrong, i'm not comfortable at ALL treating myself with crap! My big splurge is to buy some more Lip Smackers chapstick at Target.
· You can be compulsive and indecisive
– true
YES YES YES so true. I can't believe my handwriting showed this. I'm so indecisive, it's mind boggling. I treat reading a menu like it's effing Sophie's Choice. "Ohhh, the chicken or the pasta? No...wait...the panini...oh...OHHH the humanity!"...
· You don’t operate according to ‘convention’. You think and act independently with a directness that might be mistaken for disrespect sometimes. But you are actually quite modest and accommodating.
– very true
This is so unbelievably true it's unreal. Even down to the disrespect part. For example...I went to a movie (sorry Carrie, I know you hate this example) with some friend's and a friend's friend, some chick I'd never met.
After the movie we were chatting about how she managed to save us seats on opening night of the movie, she was saying how she finangled the door guy yadda yadda. Being the ultimate scammer that I am, i was so floored, I just kept bombarding her with questions so I could learn to do that in the future. She however had a little freak-out and started yelling "oh, i though i did a GOOD thing by getting us seats! i'm SOOOO sorry!" and got all pissed off.
Thankfully Carrie was like "no, you don't get it, Sabina thinks this is great, she wants to learn more"...i was so stunned that this psycho chick flipped on me when I was (what i thought) giving her praise for her wise tactics.
On a side note, Carrie later was like "I knew she opened a pandora's box!"...i've spent WEEKS dwelling on that psycho chick's response, freaking out that i've offended her friend (not the psycho girl, but carrie's friend), yadda yadda....it's just funny that she kept trying to convince me that the problem really was this girl, not with me, but that she knew she wouldn't be able to get me to think otherwise lol.
· You are direct and energetic.
- true
Hmmm, this is a mix...I'm actually not THAT direct, however my approach to things is direct because I"m very impatient. So if i want something, I'm not going to hesitate to go up to someone and get it...but when I go up to that person, I play the little dance to figure out the best way to get it. It's the ex-salesgirl in me I guess.
As for energetic, I dunno...I'm pretty lazy. But that may be because I use up my energy when i'm out with people, 'cause when I get home all I wanna do is nap nap nap. In fact, if I seem like i'm bubbly around you, just know that deep down, I'm fantasizing about my next nap.
· In many ways a person’s handwriting is like a seismograph, a readout of unseen activity below the surface. Your writing reveals that there is a lot of activity below the surface. You are characteristically sympathetic, cheerful, emotional and optimistic.
Emotional yes… sometimes cheerful. You are Cynical and you have no sympathy unless its for animals :p
Kraig nailed it. I really do have little sympathy for the most part for people, but if its for animals than I'm ready to be their little animal therapist. Cheerful...hmmm...depends around who. I'm cranky most of the time I think. Optimistic, definitely NOT. My mantra is: expect the worst, and the worst won't happen, if it does then at least you're prepared
· Everybody enjoys solitude at some point and companionship at other times.Your writing says that you tend to enjoy your quiet moments more, and that it may take some time to open yourself up to others. People may see you as a ‘chatterbox’ sometimes but there is a very private dimension to you that few people get the chance to enjoy.
Very true
Yes to the bone. That chatterbox line is crazy true, and sums me up on so many levels. I wish i could kiss the guy who wrote this, becasue seriously it really is EXACTLY how I am. And most people think I'm some social butterfly, but really I love just curling up with a blanket, my cats, and a magazine on a Friday night.
· The letters in your words indicate that you are outgoing and sometimes outspoken. But you are mature enough to exercise reserve and caution when it’s called for.
true
LOL well some people say that I don't exercise reserve, but yeah I'm pretty outspoken. I'm a loudmouth for the most part. I've gots no shame in my game, if I've come up with something fabulously witty yer gonna hear it.
· You are tolerant, sensitive and impressionable.
Sensitive and impressionable… yah I guess this is all true.
Impressionable, BIG TIME...on so many levels. I start to mimic the mannerisms and expressions of those around me. I STILL use expressions from my buddy slash ex cubemate Tony ("He should be shot") and we worked together 8 years ago. I swear, put me in a room with people from Compton and you'll be thinking i'm from the ghetto in no time. As for tolerant, that I don't know. I guess I am, people wonder why I put up with some crap for so long, and I think that's because I want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt above and beyond everyone else's typical patience level.
·You have undiscovered or underdeveloped gifts of creativity.
Very true
Well if I have undiscovered talents then I don't know about them, so how could I dispute this? But creativity overall....I'm relatively creative, however I feel like creativity and logic are opposites, and I'm much more logical than creative. I want concrete numbers to work with over abstract thoughts like "make it blue"...what shade of blue? Give me a Pantone number. How opaque?
·Not everyone knows how to treat themselves as good as you treat yourself. You might lack inhibition and you tend to indulge your various cravings. You are quite ‘at home’ enjoying yourself with things that make you happy.
You don’t treat yourself well – so this is partially true
HA hardly....this is the only thing int his last that's truly wrong, i'm not comfortable at ALL treating myself with crap! My big splurge is to buy some more Lip Smackers chapstick at Target.
· You can be compulsive and indecisive
– true
YES YES YES so true. I can't believe my handwriting showed this. I'm so indecisive, it's mind boggling. I treat reading a menu like it's effing Sophie's Choice. "Ohhh, the chicken or the pasta? No...wait...the panini...oh...OHHH the humanity!"...
· You don’t operate according to ‘convention’. You think and act independently with a directness that might be mistaken for disrespect sometimes. But you are actually quite modest and accommodating.
– very true
This is so unbelievably true it's unreal. Even down to the disrespect part. For example...I went to a movie (sorry Carrie, I know you hate this example) with some friend's and a friend's friend, some chick I'd never met.
After the movie we were chatting about how she managed to save us seats on opening night of the movie, she was saying how she finangled the door guy yadda yadda. Being the ultimate scammer that I am, i was so floored, I just kept bombarding her with questions so I could learn to do that in the future. She however had a little freak-out and started yelling "oh, i though i did a GOOD thing by getting us seats! i'm SOOOO sorry!" and got all pissed off.
Thankfully Carrie was like "no, you don't get it, Sabina thinks this is great, she wants to learn more"...i was so stunned that this psycho chick flipped on me when I was (what i thought) giving her praise for her wise tactics.
On a side note, Carrie later was like "I knew she opened a pandora's box!"...i've spent WEEKS dwelling on that psycho chick's response, freaking out that i've offended her friend (not the psycho girl, but carrie's friend), yadda yadda....it's just funny that she kept trying to convince me that the problem really was this girl, not with me, but that she knew she wouldn't be able to get me to think otherwise lol.
Friday, July 04, 2008
By the dawn's early light (...is that how it goes?)
Quickie post, had a fantastic day chillin' with Felicia...got our pool on.
The last 2 pics are of her bf John getting IN the dumpster to throw out the trash. He's a trooper.
I also have to give him props for making me cry laughing by innocently asking "Did he have retard strength?"....I'm usually the one making the absolutely inappropriate and un-PC jokes, it's refreshing when someone else does it.
Chillin' like a villain...
The last 2 pics are of her bf John getting IN the dumpster to throw out the trash. He's a trooper.
I also have to give him props for making me cry laughing by innocently asking "Did he have retard strength?"....I'm usually the one making the absolutely inappropriate and un-PC jokes, it's refreshing when someone else does it.
Chillin' like a villain...
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Our home and native land
I can't believe I forgot about Canada Day. I didn't even wear red or white or both yesterday.
I sort of feel like it's the equivalent of forgetting the date of your best friend's death. I should know it, acknowledge it, and do something in tribute that day each year.
So in honor of my special place, here's all the things I miss about Canada:
1.The fact I have to spell the above “honor” instead of “honour”, as well as “colour” and “labeling” only has one “L” here.
2.Poutine.
3.The national anthem. Not that i think it's a good national anthem, but at least I know the words. I'm willing to admit though, the US national anthem is damn catchy, it's like they got Timbaland to produce theirs whereas we got some old guy with a casio keyboard.
4.Poutine.
5.Tim Hortons.
6.More specifically, Timbits. Hell, I'll settle for a Dunkin' Doughnuts but they only have effing Krispy Kreme around here, which is the biggest bastardization of a doughnut alive.
7.Poutine.
8.Getting plum sauce to dip my fries in anywhere i go.
9.The cost of gas per liter, not per gallon.
10.Quaker muffin mix. Here the muffin mixes give you at best 6 ghetto muffins. But the paper bag situation in those Quaker brand muffin mixes, omg, you get 24 out of them and they're SO EFFING GOOD....damn i miss those.
11.I miss Shoppers Drug Mart.
12.I miss malls having a Shoppers, Pharma Plus, or whatever. They don't put those in malls here.
13.Poutine.
14.I miss being able to pick up a package and understand either side of the box (French or English). Now i'm like “no espanol por favor senior!”.
15.MuchMusic. I'm not dissing MTV...but they're not the same at ALL (even though I believe MuchMusic and Musique Plus are owned by MTV).
16.A good solid thunderstorm. Which isn't Canadian per se, but I just haven't seen one since I moved here 8 years ago. EIGHT YEARS since I've seen the crazy kind of thunderstorm that's fun to watch from a window, where it's loud, where you feel like everything inside of you is being washed away.
17.Poutine. With ketchup. From KFC.
18.Poutine. With ketchup. From Nickels.
19.Poutine. With ketchup. From Zak's.
20.Poutine. With or without ketchup. (I only acquired the ketchup taste because it was an effective method of ensuring other people would mooch and steal my poutine).
21.Speaking of KFC, i miss KFC fries. Not this stupid potato wedge nonsense they have here. FRIES. The kind meant to be slathered with cheese curds and gravy.
22.I miss going to Club Monaco and paying Canadian prices for their stuff.
23.President's Choice skim chocolate milk. It's the only place where you can get less than 2% milkfat in chocolate milk format. I remember I used to buy that stuff by the carton and chug it straight up in the parking lot. Soooo good.
24.McCain Deep N Delicious cakes.
(25 got jacked up)
26.DAMMIT i'm going to cry i want some poutine so effing bad.
27.Going to a Roots store and seeing Canadian stuff written on the apparel, not US stuff.
28.I miss Molson being truly Canadian, after I became and expat so did Molson. I miss their marketing. Do they even DO the “I AM CANADIAN” ads anymore?! They were so effective!
Which thus leads me to say, I miss the Cabin as well, naturally.
29.I miss Poutine from Minglewoods, which is right next to the Cabin.
30.I miss East Side Mario's. Just for their croutons and chicken tetrazzini.
31.I miss taking $20 cab rides. Not like the $120 cab rides to go down the street like here.
32.I do NOT miss New York Fries poutine. Their stuff sucked balls. But i miss debating with people over the merits of leaving the skin on potatoes when making fries (nasty, IMO).
33.I miss The Market.
34.I miss Le Caveau de Schezuan.
35.I miss spiders that crawl on webs and up high, unlike the spiders here that don't even make frickin' webs and crawl on ME instead....
36.Having a $2 bill/coin (yes, they have them here, but not like you're going to find 'em).
37.Poutine poutine poutine.
Damn I'm homesick for the great white north.
I sort of feel like it's the equivalent of forgetting the date of your best friend's death. I should know it, acknowledge it, and do something in tribute that day each year.
So in honor of my special place, here's all the things I miss about Canada:
1.The fact I have to spell the above “honor” instead of “honour”, as well as “colour” and “labeling” only has one “L” here.
2.Poutine.
3.The national anthem. Not that i think it's a good national anthem, but at least I know the words. I'm willing to admit though, the US national anthem is damn catchy, it's like they got Timbaland to produce theirs whereas we got some old guy with a casio keyboard.
4.Poutine.
5.Tim Hortons.
6.More specifically, Timbits. Hell, I'll settle for a Dunkin' Doughnuts but they only have effing Krispy Kreme around here, which is the biggest bastardization of a doughnut alive.
7.Poutine.
8.Getting plum sauce to dip my fries in anywhere i go.
9.The cost of gas per liter, not per gallon.
10.Quaker muffin mix. Here the muffin mixes give you at best 6 ghetto muffins. But the paper bag situation in those Quaker brand muffin mixes, omg, you get 24 out of them and they're SO EFFING GOOD....damn i miss those.
11.I miss Shoppers Drug Mart.
12.I miss malls having a Shoppers, Pharma Plus, or whatever. They don't put those in malls here.
13.Poutine.
14.I miss being able to pick up a package and understand either side of the box (French or English). Now i'm like “no espanol por favor senior!”.
15.MuchMusic. I'm not dissing MTV...but they're not the same at ALL (even though I believe MuchMusic and Musique Plus are owned by MTV).
16.A good solid thunderstorm. Which isn't Canadian per se, but I just haven't seen one since I moved here 8 years ago. EIGHT YEARS since I've seen the crazy kind of thunderstorm that's fun to watch from a window, where it's loud, where you feel like everything inside of you is being washed away.
17.Poutine. With ketchup. From KFC.
18.Poutine. With ketchup. From Nickels.
19.Poutine. With ketchup. From Zak's.
20.Poutine. With or without ketchup. (I only acquired the ketchup taste because it was an effective method of ensuring other people would mooch and steal my poutine).
21.Speaking of KFC, i miss KFC fries. Not this stupid potato wedge nonsense they have here. FRIES. The kind meant to be slathered with cheese curds and gravy.
22.I miss going to Club Monaco and paying Canadian prices for their stuff.
23.President's Choice skim chocolate milk. It's the only place where you can get less than 2% milkfat in chocolate milk format. I remember I used to buy that stuff by the carton and chug it straight up in the parking lot. Soooo good.
24.McCain Deep N Delicious cakes.
(25 got jacked up)
26.DAMMIT i'm going to cry i want some poutine so effing bad.
27.Going to a Roots store and seeing Canadian stuff written on the apparel, not US stuff.
28.I miss Molson being truly Canadian, after I became and expat so did Molson. I miss their marketing. Do they even DO the “I AM CANADIAN” ads anymore?! They were so effective!
Which thus leads me to say, I miss the Cabin as well, naturally.
29.I miss Poutine from Minglewoods, which is right next to the Cabin.
30.I miss East Side Mario's. Just for their croutons and chicken tetrazzini.
31.I miss taking $20 cab rides. Not like the $120 cab rides to go down the street like here.
32.I do NOT miss New York Fries poutine. Their stuff sucked balls. But i miss debating with people over the merits of leaving the skin on potatoes when making fries (nasty, IMO).
33.I miss The Market.
34.I miss Le Caveau de Schezuan.
35.I miss spiders that crawl on webs and up high, unlike the spiders here that don't even make frickin' webs and crawl on ME instead....
36.Having a $2 bill/coin (yes, they have them here, but not like you're going to find 'em).
37.Poutine poutine poutine.
Damn I'm homesick for the great white north.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Don't hate the camera, hate the cameraman
I've officially decided that my camera has a Goob filter. If I didn't know me, and I saw pics of me, I'd want to punch me for being such an insubordinate Goob.
Pics from this weekend, too lazy to divide them up but at least I wrote captions. The first set are from Sat night, went to dinner in Laguna for Nicole V-now-B's birthday, the next set is for this charity fashion show thing I went to...
Shutt Yo Fly link
So i had the morning from hell, I had to take Stash to an eye specialist because he's got, for lack of a better word, a serioudly goopy eye. Which he's had for years and I didn't think much of it until the vet was all "oh, his eye could rupture". I freaked out, and drove him all the way to frickin' Tustin to see this specialist. Tustin is mutha effing FAR when you've got a cat hyperventilating and howling in your car.
Typically I can survive cats hollering at me, I'm very much of the "suck it up I'm paying serious coin so you can get better", but he was breathing so hard I was afraid he was going to pass out, so I'm hyperventilating...bad bad.
Anyway, the good news is that it's nothing crazy. He damaged a tear duct (some stuff from when he was a kitten at the shelter) and its scarred over, so his tears don't drain through his nasal passages, they just pour over his eye. They told me eventually it could lead to an ulcer, but in the grand scheme he's okay as long as I keep an eye on him. My poor baby. They kept sticking these little paper things right in his eyeball to see how fast tears would produce...it was nuts, his bad eye just soaked through the papers in a split second. ANd then he was left with blue and green ink all over his eyes for the rest of the day.
There goes $250. I swear, no one spends as much on their cats as I do. And when I got home, Stash just gave me the evil eye (HA bad pun).
Pics from this weekend, too lazy to divide them up but at least I wrote captions. The first set are from Sat night, went to dinner in Laguna for Nicole V-now-B's birthday, the next set is for this charity fashion show thing I went to...
Shutt Yo Fly link
So i had the morning from hell, I had to take Stash to an eye specialist because he's got, for lack of a better word, a serioudly goopy eye. Which he's had for years and I didn't think much of it until the vet was all "oh, his eye could rupture". I freaked out, and drove him all the way to frickin' Tustin to see this specialist. Tustin is mutha effing FAR when you've got a cat hyperventilating and howling in your car.
Typically I can survive cats hollering at me, I'm very much of the "suck it up I'm paying serious coin so you can get better", but he was breathing so hard I was afraid he was going to pass out, so I'm hyperventilating...bad bad.
Anyway, the good news is that it's nothing crazy. He damaged a tear duct (some stuff from when he was a kitten at the shelter) and its scarred over, so his tears don't drain through his nasal passages, they just pour over his eye. They told me eventually it could lead to an ulcer, but in the grand scheme he's okay as long as I keep an eye on him. My poor baby. They kept sticking these little paper things right in his eyeball to see how fast tears would produce...it was nuts, his bad eye just soaked through the papers in a split second. ANd then he was left with blue and green ink all over his eyes for the rest of the day.
There goes $250. I swear, no one spends as much on their cats as I do. And when I got home, Stash just gave me the evil eye (HA bad pun).
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thoughts for the last day in June
A few random, random thoughts for this last day of June:
1. I just realized I missed my brother's birthday. Dammit.
2. I'm seriously the clumsiest person alive. I wish i had a nickel for every time I smacked my car door on my forehead. Today, leaving PetSmart, i did it yet again. My skull probably has bizarro grooves in it as a result being whacked so many times. I once did it close to my eye, mymother insisted I had a boyfriend who was beating me. No, no, I really am just THAT clumsy.
3. Okay, NOW i think the cost of gas is starting to bug me. I held up a good fight, and tried to think that it was worse in the 1970s. But now i'm much more aware of how many times I"m gassing up, and this Excessive California Driving situation is killing my wallet's mojo.
4. Pizza Dude's pizza tastes nowhere near as good at the Z Pizza in Ladera Ranch.
5. A ton of people I know got laid off today, and layoffs = anxiety for me. Bad bad memories of going through it myself. I seriously think we've been gypped that there's been two recessions this decade. Ugh, i think I'm going to have a hard time getting to sleep tonight as a result of the layoff news.
6. Carrie's going to kill me, but I haven't really been watering the flowers she's got in my backyard.
7. Why hasn't anyone invented any of the following:
a) teleportation
b) cure for cellulite (or really, MY cellulite)
c) kitty litter that requires me to never clean...EVER. The Littermaid doesn't count.
d) a better frickin' TSA system at the airport?
What are we, Amish?!
8. Humans have evolved a ton over the past few years, centuries, whatever...why does it still take 9 months to createa baby? Haven't we refined the process so its more efficient and the whole thing can be whittled down to say, 3 weeks?
9. I went to a charity even on Sunday, and I've noticed that charity dinner/brunches/meals always involve some sort of prayer. The intonation or whatever the f*ck its called. This makes my blood boil so much, it makes me NOT want to give to whatever charity i'm there for. If you think its not a big deal, imagine if you were at some charity event and Osama Bin Laden gave the little prayer. You'd be kind of freaked out and worried a lightening bolt would come down on you if you even acknowledged what he said. Sorta how i feel. Can't we separate Church and Charity?!
It's 11pm. Time to get my sleep on.
1. I just realized I missed my brother's birthday. Dammit.
2. I'm seriously the clumsiest person alive. I wish i had a nickel for every time I smacked my car door on my forehead. Today, leaving PetSmart, i did it yet again. My skull probably has bizarro grooves in it as a result being whacked so many times. I once did it close to my eye, mymother insisted I had a boyfriend who was beating me. No, no, I really am just THAT clumsy.
3. Okay, NOW i think the cost of gas is starting to bug me. I held up a good fight, and tried to think that it was worse in the 1970s. But now i'm much more aware of how many times I"m gassing up, and this Excessive California Driving situation is killing my wallet's mojo.
4. Pizza Dude's pizza tastes nowhere near as good at the Z Pizza in Ladera Ranch.
5. A ton of people I know got laid off today, and layoffs = anxiety for me. Bad bad memories of going through it myself. I seriously think we've been gypped that there's been two recessions this decade. Ugh, i think I'm going to have a hard time getting to sleep tonight as a result of the layoff news.
6. Carrie's going to kill me, but I haven't really been watering the flowers she's got in my backyard.
7. Why hasn't anyone invented any of the following:
a) teleportation
b) cure for cellulite (or really, MY cellulite)
c) kitty litter that requires me to never clean...EVER. The Littermaid doesn't count.
d) a better frickin' TSA system at the airport?
What are we, Amish?!
8. Humans have evolved a ton over the past few years, centuries, whatever...why does it still take 9 months to createa baby? Haven't we refined the process so its more efficient and the whole thing can be whittled down to say, 3 weeks?
9. I went to a charity even on Sunday, and I've noticed that charity dinner/brunches/meals always involve some sort of prayer. The intonation or whatever the f*ck its called. This makes my blood boil so much, it makes me NOT want to give to whatever charity i'm there for. If you think its not a big deal, imagine if you were at some charity event and Osama Bin Laden gave the little prayer. You'd be kind of freaked out and worried a lightening bolt would come down on you if you even acknowledged what he said. Sorta how i feel. Can't we separate Church and Charity?!
It's 11pm. Time to get my sleep on.
Oh hell no! Not you Cookie Monster!
It has come to my attention (thank you Mr. Colbert) that Cookie Monster has been stuck promoting fruits instead of carbs.
WHAT
THE
FUUUUUUUUUUUHhhhhhh....
I get that we have an obesity epidemic. I get that kids weigh more now than ever before. But you do NOT eff around with my homeboy CM and his cookie agenda.
There's just some traditions that should not be broken. I dig how he never actually "ate" the cookie, but rather it just crumbled in front of Cookie Monster. I don't know about you, but cookies make me pretty nutty too. I had 2 chocolate chip cookies this afternoon and I was so giddy, it prompted other people nearby to get cookies. Damn right that kind of propaganda wouldn't have worked if I were hopping around with a frickin' apple.
WHAT
THE
FUUUUUUUUUUUHhhhhhh....
I get that we have an obesity epidemic. I get that kids weigh more now than ever before. But you do NOT eff around with my homeboy CM and his cookie agenda.
There's just some traditions that should not be broken. I dig how he never actually "ate" the cookie, but rather it just crumbled in front of Cookie Monster. I don't know about you, but cookies make me pretty nutty too. I had 2 chocolate chip cookies this afternoon and I was so giddy, it prompted other people nearby to get cookies. Damn right that kind of propaganda wouldn't have worked if I were hopping around with a frickin' apple.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Letter to the Editor
Hey where you at a place called Islands?
No, the picture post was when we were at Yard House for dinner, then Chronic Cantina to get our partayyy on. Which everyone did...Janet went home to vomit up a lung, and at 3am I was still cleaning the vomit from behind the toilet because Kraig missed.
He said that someone handed him a drink, he has no idea who, and that put him over the edge. This week I ran into an ex-coworker of mine who happened to have been at Chronic that night, and SHE was the temptress with the shot! Thanks Jill :P
In other news, yeah i know the video below is effed up on the page, i'm too lazy to resize it. Suck it.
Im also vowing to blog at LEAST once or twice a week. Speaking of vows, I suck at my NY Monthly Resolution List. I don't think I completed a single thing. And we're JUne. I think this month's goal was to read all my French books while vegging out at Lake MV. So much for that.
In case anyone needs an entertainment fix, here's the abridged version:
Get Smart: I would lick Steve Carrell's balls, so I'm a little biased towards anything he does. That being said, this movie was pretty bad. Once you week out the pratfalls and wisecracks, you're stuck wondering wtf is going on with the plot. They're going to Russia to check what now? And why are they in that dude's house? Oh it's an excuse to do that laser alarm scene. Gotcha.
Swingtown This show is easily becoming my Gossip Girls for the summer. I adore the retro clothing and stuff, I love that Grant Show (from Melrose Place) has a porn star mustache....it's a delightfully tacky show. And yeah, it's about a couple that moves into a neighborhood and gets sucked into swinging courtesy of Mr. Porn 'Stache.
America's Best Dance Crew 2 Randy Jackson, I hate you...but I love you. You make me even like Mario Lopez (who, I have to admit, is at least a genius with his career...he's even more successful than Tiffany Amber Thiesson, whatever spelling). I miss my Gr8 Sk8 crew, and Jabawockees, but these teams are shaping up to "bring on yo A-game, this is Season Two y'all, but i respect what y'all ahh doin'"...
Kah-Toe-Mahh-Tayyyyy!
No, the picture post was when we were at Yard House for dinner, then Chronic Cantina to get our partayyy on. Which everyone did...Janet went home to vomit up a lung, and at 3am I was still cleaning the vomit from behind the toilet because Kraig missed.
He said that someone handed him a drink, he has no idea who, and that put him over the edge. This week I ran into an ex-coworker of mine who happened to have been at Chronic that night, and SHE was the temptress with the shot! Thanks Jill :P
In other news, yeah i know the video below is effed up on the page, i'm too lazy to resize it. Suck it.
Im also vowing to blog at LEAST once or twice a week. Speaking of vows, I suck at my NY Monthly Resolution List. I don't think I completed a single thing. And we're JUne. I think this month's goal was to read all my French books while vegging out at Lake MV. So much for that.
In case anyone needs an entertainment fix, here's the abridged version:
Get Smart: I would lick Steve Carrell's balls, so I'm a little biased towards anything he does. That being said, this movie was pretty bad. Once you week out the pratfalls and wisecracks, you're stuck wondering wtf is going on with the plot. They're going to Russia to check what now? And why are they in that dude's house? Oh it's an excuse to do that laser alarm scene. Gotcha.
Swingtown This show is easily becoming my Gossip Girls for the summer. I adore the retro clothing and stuff, I love that Grant Show (from Melrose Place) has a porn star mustache....it's a delightfully tacky show. And yeah, it's about a couple that moves into a neighborhood and gets sucked into swinging courtesy of Mr. Porn 'Stache.
America's Best Dance Crew 2 Randy Jackson, I hate you...but I love you. You make me even like Mario Lopez (who, I have to admit, is at least a genius with his career...he's even more successful than Tiffany Amber Thiesson, whatever spelling). I miss my Gr8 Sk8 crew, and Jabawockees, but these teams are shaping up to "bring on yo A-game, this is Season Two y'all, but i respect what y'all ahh doin'"...
Kah-Toe-Mahh-Tayyyyy!
My niece kicks ass
Check out my niece...she's frickin' gorgeous. And it helps that she looks IDENTICAL to how i looked (and sounded) at that age.
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Picture post...
Here's a link to pics from last night, for anyone who might be bored enough to go through them...my friend Janet just ran a marathon, is moving to Santa Barbara, and had a birthday all within the same 2 week period...
Shutterfly bitches!
Also fyi to anyone reading this from Facebook: just go straight to the source, Blogger link.
Shutterfly bitches!
Also fyi to anyone reading this from Facebook: just go straight to the source, Blogger link.
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