Do you think we're really that stupid?
NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES
Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.
There is no fast food.
Each man must take care of his 3 kids ; keep his assigned house clean , correct all homework , and complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of 'pretend' bills with not enough money.
In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week.
Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives , and send cards out on time--no emailing .
Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment , a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment .
He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care.
He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.
Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house , planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.
The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done .
The men must shave their legs , wear makeup daily , adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes , keep fingernails polished and eyebrows groomed .
During one of the six weeks , the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties.
They must attend weekly school meetings , church , and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.
They will need to read a book to the kids each night and in the morning, feed them , dress them , brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:00 am.
A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name. Also the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.
The kids vote them off the island based on performance. The last man wins only if... he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.
If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years eventually earning the right To be called Mother!
I always thought the tears came from that red muscle at the end of your eye but i saw two holes on my lids and i was like wtf! haha
I am the biggest procrastinator ever... and that's fucked up.
Today I finally decided to start doing my homework. Basically, all I need to do is make an Excel [yes, as in Microsoft Offiice's Excel] tutorial. But not just any tutorial. I'm taking this class where I'm supposed to be leaning how to financial mathematics on Excel [something that I already know because I went to HIGH SCHOOL]. So this tutorial basically consists in instructions on how to use these functions or formulas... however you want to call them.
Needless to say, working in Excel is the easiest thing ever, but it takes HOURS to write all the shit down, and make them stupid tables and formular work. I think I've spent more than 16 hours working on it since the semester started.
Long story short, I lost mi USB drive, where I have all of my stupid formulas and exercizes... UGHH!!!!! I'm crying as I type this.
I think I left it at the computer lab, because today when I checked my purse, I just had a little cap that covers the metal part of the USB thingy...
What's actually killing me, is that I didn't start the tutorial until TODAY... I wish I hadn't been too lazy. At least I would have had some work done by now.
Ughh... I hate myself right now.
Plus I'm stressed because tomorrow I'm having TOEFL at 7am and Japanese class at 9am... could this get ANY more exiting?!?!
Listen to Hot and Cold, by Katy Perry.
I'm out.
KARINA
Sarah Palin is more popular than McCain and Obama. This is an amazing turn of events. Last week, McCain's campaign was lackluster and looked tired. Today, McCain's campaign seems like it has been given new life.
Now, following a Vice Presidential acceptance speech viewed live by more than 40 million people, Palin is viewed favorably by 58% of American voters. The latest Rasmussen Reports national telephone survey finds that 37% hold an unfavorable view of the self-described hockey mom.Perhaps most stunning is the fact that Palin’s favorable ratings are now a point higher than either man at the top of the Presidential tickets this year. As of Friday morning, Obama and McCain are each viewed favorably by 57% of voters. Biden is viewed favorably by 48%
The new data also shows significant increases in the number who say McCain made the right choice and the number who say Palin is ready to be President. Generally, John McCain’s choice of Palin earns slightly better reviews than Barack Obama’s choice of Joe Biden.
I don't know what's come over me. I've been sitting at my desk working/studying/staring into space constantly for weeks now, and my brain seems to have decided to wander down memory lane. I guess being around my sisters also helps trigger old memories too.
Anyways, who remembers 90s girls-with-guitars pop group Lush!!???? Listening to them now, they were actually supremely mediocre/crap. But I loved them! Even though they sang about loser guys and bad relationships, all things I absolutely had no clue about since I was a dorky 12 year old, plus I half thought I might be a lesbian since I was absolutely disgusted/terrified of men.
And do you know why I adored them so???
Because the singer, Miki Berenyi (who had dyed red hair, am I subconsciously copying her?) is half Japanese! Like me! I absolutely adored her and thought she was the super bomb shit. Which is 90s slang for "awesome" btw.
Here she is, singing about how stupid guys are when they hit on you in the club. Things I wouldn't really find out for a few more years, but anyway! I like the line "I'm a 5ft mirror for adoring himself," which means she's a midget like me! Oh the curse of having a Japanese mother... ; )
We were talking media & how things have gone all reality, but fixated on the rich...
Reflection of desire?
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I had to leave a note for myself when I felt the words of an argument struggling on my tongue....
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Even the reality shows are a way to become wealthy...
Seems to me that this is a fixation that shows the poor have reached a point where being wealthy is the only goal... Of course that's a huge generalization... I know that.
I'm inclined to believe that the media only supplies what the viewers demand though.
So... What is with all the reality programming? Have people lost their taste for fantasy? Do they want to see, & experience vicariously, being plucked from poverty & given a small fortune?
I know I still prefer the escape... Money would be nice, but I'd rather have the little things....
Weird how I feel cliched rather than enlightened.
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We used to have such crazy dreams.
The kind of dreams that brought us together, made us not mere mortals, but a movement.
We used to dream we'd get to the moon.
And we were crazy enough, fanatical enough, relentless enough, to get there.
We dreamed we'd split the atom.
Make smallpox and polio whispers from forgotten history books.
Make technology infinite, individual.
Connect the world.
All the unbelievable and the impossible,
all the can't do and the never will, we overwhelmed them, we overpowered them, we conquered them.
They said no and we, well,
We said yes.
We stood up.
We stood up and changed the world.
Stand up when everybody else sits down
Stand up when it's easier to turn away
Stand up for everyone who can't rise anymore
When the answer seems impossible, stand up
When the dream is right within our reach, stand up
When the powerful refuse your call, stand up
The moment is now and the time has come to stand up.
One out of every two men
One out of every three women
will face these diseases we call cancer.
Our sisters, our brothers, our fathers, our mothers,
our husbands, our wives, our children.
Our very best friends and those we've yet to meet.
One person every minute, one person in a moment gets lost, gets stolen, gets taken away.
We are a tapestry of lives touched and brought together by a terrorist we can actually find. And in the time it's taken to read this, three more Americans have died.
Unforgivable.
This is where the end of cancer begins.
When together we become a force unmistakable.
A movement undeniable.
A light that cannot dim.
When we take our wild impossible dreams
And make them possible
Make them true
When together we rise as one
When we stand up
When we Stand Up To Cancer.
James Lileks and the good folks at The Institute of Official Cheer have served up another congealed helping of the regrettable foods of your/my childhood.
Gastroanomalies devotes a whole chapter to the glory that is aspic.
I was excited to see that there is also a section on celebrity recipes.
Who knew that Joan Crawford shilled for Bisquick???
And nobody is immune to the Official Cheery ribbing-- not even the gingerbread man & Count Chocula.
Of course, Gastroanomalies contains more meat, grease, gristle, fat, and lard than you can shake a stick at. If you get confused while identifying the "variety meats" in your Fridigdaire (fridges get a section, too) then this is THE book to set you straight.
I'll close this little post with a couple of creations based on the all-American hotdog.
I spent a lot o time trying to format this all pretty. I am certain that Vox will jumble it all up.
