Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Advertise here!

What is it with people lately - some people will do anyfrickinthing for a buck. There's been several news stories about this kind of thing popping up. The can of worms is now opened; the human race has sunk to an all-time low.

Baby on block
Imagine your logo on her newborn



So what sort of person will offer up her baby, not yet born, for ad space?

How about Michele Hutchison, 26, stay-at-home mother, nine months pregnant, Langhorne resident, and Neshaminy High graduate who sees a story on television about a woman offering to temporarily tattoo her body with ads for cash?

"I jokingly said to my husband that we should do this on my baby," Hutchison said. "The next day I couldn't get it out of my head."

And so, in a flash, her future newborn son - or, at least, the right to advertise on his future clothing - has become a commodity for sale on the Web sites Craigslist and eBay, where a similar auction run by a Canadian couple was recently ended after a torrent of bad press.

Hutchison sees nothing wrong with or exploitative about auctioning (minimum bid, $1,000) the right to provide her with logo-emblazoned babywear, in which she will garb her son throughout July as her family goes about its summer travels. And sends pictures as proof. She'll also accept logo-fitted strollers or other equipment. (Auction ends on Monday at 07:55:56 PDT, eBay says.)

"We put Old Navy on my son every day," Hutchison said of her 5-year-old first born, Dylan. "We're advertising that for free.

"Everyone looks at babies. We're going to be out and about all the time. For one, around the Fourth of July weekend, we want to go down to the beach."

So far, she says, the only negative reaction has been from her sister. "She just doesn't think it would be good for the baby to get that much attention. I really don't see the difference between [this and] putting other advertisements on him."

Besides, is it any worse than advertising to babies, which has become commonplace, as any mother who's picked up a Cheerios advertisement masquerading as a board book can attest?

"We've moved way beyond commercials," Harvard psychologist Susan Linn, author of Consuming Kids: The Hostile Takeover of Childhood, said in a recent interview in New England Psychiatrist magazine. "Marketing is in the fabric of children's lives - their education, their social system."

But really, is it any more offensive than dressing your baby in a $58 designer T-shirt featuring a Rolling Stones logo, complete with trademark tongue and lips now on sale at a fancy baby store near you?

Linn said she found nothing amusing about Hutchison's quest. "Babies are increasingly targets for marketing," she said. "What this woman is doing is turning her child into an object to be bought and sold, basically."

Hutchison's postings say she will not accept any advertising that is of a "sexual nature or that has anything to do with alcohol or drugs... we will not allow anything that has any profanity on it, no cursing!"

Plus, no girly stuff for her little guy, due to be born by cesarian section June 7 and to be named Devon Joshua Hutchison.

Todd Feldman, president of the Dan Ryan Group, an Erdenheim advertising firm, says the market is so dense that this kind of lark might appeal to someone - especially with the added lure of publicity.

"It's the ultimate buzz marketing, wouldn't you say? There's people who have sold advertising on a bald head. So there's a lot of that going on these days as the market is trying to find new ways of penetrating through the clutter."

Other recent examples include a couple on eBay who sought ad space for their daughter's wardrobe "to finance college education/filmmaking gear," as reported on Filmmaker Magazine's bulletin board. And then there's a couple from Canada, never fully identified, who pulled their eBay ad that offered to let companies place ads on their baby's outdoor clothing for a year.

The eBay auction that caught Hutchison's attention is run by Rob Taormina, 25, and his fiance, Kristen Noelle, 23, both professional models. They offer to wear and expose (via Web site, advertising, and other publicity and appearances) any company logo.

A bid of $25,000 will take it outright, but as of yesterday, nine bids had nudged up the price to only $20.50.

Hutchison says her plan is much simpler: no Web sites, no tattoos, no undue publicity (oops), and they'll do it for only a month. Little Devon Joshua will never know the difference, she said.

"I figured this would help with the baby's needs," she said. "We're doing our normal things that we do. I'm not going out of my way to go anywhere specifically. It's only for a month. I can deal with that."

As of last night, though, the bidding was up to only $9.99.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Questions for the day....

If a high-profile magazine offered you $100,000 to pose nekkid in a magazine.... would you?

Me - hell yeah!

If you knew that someone very close to you had committed murder (assuming the person murdered was a druggie, violent criminal), would you turn him/her in?

Me - probably not at first, but my conscience would get the better of me and I'd have to do the right thing.

If you could get free plastic surgery (by the best doc in the country) on any part of your body, would you get it and if so, what would it be?

Me - I work in medical malpractice law and I've seen some REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLY screwed plastic surgeries, so I'd probably skip it.

If you were offered $100,000 or more to do one of those stupid-ass reality shows (like the one where the girl had to marry the obnoxious fiancee and trick her family into thinking she was in love with him), would you do it?

Me - no frickin way ;op


I EXPECT SOME ANSWERS HERE, SO GET MOVIN DAMMIT! :)

Saturday, May 28, 2005

How bout them Yankees? :op

17-1!??! Damn, sorry I missed that game (they don't have MLB Extra Innings where I'm house-sitting :o( ) - nothing like a good old-fashioned ass-kickin! Series tied 1-1, let's see what happens tomorrow night.

Hell, the Phillies even had a good day, beating the Braves 12-5. Not bad!! Of course they're still in last place and will probably stay there. 1980 seems like a million years ago.

Of course, with Javy Lopez now out for several weeks, I'm still severely bummin.

Fuckin Mets won - I hate the fuckin Mets.

Adventures at the Joisey Shore

Damn, I miss the beach. Seriously miss it. When I say "beach" I'm talkin about goin "down the shore" (Phillyspeak for going to the beach - Jersey shore). I used to spend a lot of time down there between say, the ages of 18 and 22. My best friend in high school, also named Vicki, would go down for weekends or just a night, either staying at her grandparents' condo on the boardwalk in North Wildwood or getting a dump motel room, to visit her then-boyfriend who lived in Cape May. Summer or not, we spent a lot of time down there. She used to spend her summers there when she was younger, so she knew a lot of people who had a lot of parties. I pick my friends wisely ;o).

One year, she just HAD to go visit the boyfriend, Pete, in the dead of winter. There was some big party and well, she couldn't miss that! We must have been younger side of the age range I mentioned above, because she concocted some lie to her parents so she could go. I'm sure I did the same, although I don't remember what I did or said. This wasn't even to stay overnight, just go down for the party! Yes, I was stupid, but I agreed. After all, a party's a party! And they were hella fun down the shore.

So, 2-3 hours before we leave it starts snowing. I mean SNOWING. We were debating whether or not to chance it (now this is a 2 hour drive, one way, to get there), but, alas, the thought of many many hot guys and alcohol were just too much to resist. So, we said fuck it, we won't stay long, I'm sure the roads will be plowed, yadda yadda yadda. By the time we leave, there at least 1 or 2 inches on the ground. Oh, I forgot to mention that our method of transportation was the 1984 Chevette I bought when I was 16, not exactly snow-worthy.

Going down wasn't all that bad, really, considering it was snowing like crazy and we were, well, in a frickin Chevette (teenagers, snowstorm and a Chevette - how could you go wrong?), and we made it to the party without any problems. I should have known it was going too easy. By then, there's about 4 inches of snow on the ground, no signs of slowing down. Well, naturally then, it's time to start drinkin! Oh my God, I can't believe the stupid shit I did when I was young. We get to the party, hook up with Pete, and wth him is a friend of his, Rich, who was FUCKING HOT. Not just hot, FUCKING HOT. There's a difference, ya know ;) I was hoping that we'd hook up (so did Vic, so she could be alone with Pete); I'd seen him before and was majorly into this guy. Everyone was. Well, the girls anyway.

Party was awesome - drinkin games, rock 'n' roll, and hot guys. I go look out the window and well shit, we were gonna have to hit the road soon if we had any hopes of getting back to Philly in one piece. I tracked down Vic and convinced her we had to get goin. This weas not an easy task, and I wasn't usually that responsible back then, but hell I had to drive and there was now 6 inches of snow, we'd both had a couple beers, it was late (probably midnight), and we had a 2 hour drive back home in a frickin blizzard. At this point, I'd have taken the abuse by my parents to just stay there overnight, but noooooo, she wouldn't have that. So she "goes to say goodbye" to Pete, and I go out to the car to get it warmed up and cleaned off. And Rich follows me!! Hot fuckin damn, it'd all be worth it for a few lip locks with that guy. We made out in my car for like I don't know, 15-20 minutes, and Vic finally shows up (probably a good thing). She prys my hands off Rich :op and we finally head out to go back home.

The weather was horrible, I mean really bad. I was scared shitless. We went like 20 miles an hour the whole way, so the trip ended up taking like 3 1/2 hours. It was crazy. No other cars on the road, just us crazy chicks. Somewhere along the line I heard a "thump" as we were driving - we could hardly see anything, and I still to this day don't know if it was just a snowbank or God knows what else. We are just about to the Commodore Barry Bridge, but still in buttfuck New Joisey, of course taking the back roads out in the middle of nowhere "because it's a short cut." I somehow get this burst of adrenaline and confidence - as I exclaim, "We made it, we made it!" the car I guess hit a patch of ice and spins out -- we end up in a ditch on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, in a blizzard (mind you there were no cell phones back then). We get out, I start laughing hysterically (I tend to do that when I get freaked out). I have my college books in the back seat, we used that and anything else we could find to put underneath the tires and try to get the car out. Nothing was working. There were no phones, no stores, no motorcars, not a single luxuuurreeeeeee (oh sorry wrong story), nothing nearby - just one dark, lonely house about 100 yards away. We were about to seriously freak the fuck out when, miracuously, a car appeared in the distance. I had never flagged a car down in my life, but now was not the time to be shy right? We ran out into the road and forced the car to stop. Luckilyh for us, it was a very nice guy who eventually got the car out and us on our way. Who knows what would have happened to the poor, stupid girls who drove 2 hours in a blizzard for a party?

So, we make it over the bridge and need to head toward 95 North. Well, Herbie the Dickhead Chevette wasn't having any of that. As we veer right to take the exit, the car spun again and we ended up on the exit to 95 South. Oh fucktard, no way!! So we have to go another 20 miles out of our way (8 inches of snow now, pushin 4 am). We finally made it home before the 5 am mark, a little worse for wear, scared half to death, but in one piece.

Next time she wanted to go down the shore, did I tell her to go fuck herself? Hell no, I said, "Cool, let's go!!"

Friday, May 27, 2005

Weekend Thoughts

Holy F'ing shit, it's 92 degrees here!! We don't have central air in the old house that serves as our firm/office, everyone's scrambling today to get the air conditioners in the windows, which only means mother nature will screw us and make it 55 next week.

GO SOX, beat those mothafookin Yankees!!! :)

I need a drink, and NOW!

Friday Funny - don't drink too much!!!

Or THIS could happen to you!!!

:op

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Sluts R Us?!

..... or a wannabe.

Ok, I work with this very nice woman who, despite her age of - late 40-something, insists on dressing like a two-bit floosie AT THE OFFICE!

I don't care what you wear outside of work - hell, I dress "sexy" almost all the time. Even at work I'll wear what I would call a mini-skirt, shorts, tank tops, etc - but she takes it to a whole never level.

Yesterday we had a baby shower (we're a small firm, only 15 people total) for one of the attorney's wives who just had a baby 2 months ago (I don't like showers in general, too girly for me, but I suffered through it :op). To this, the floos in question wore a miniskirt so high it barely covered her ass - like one of those skirts the tennis players wear, SHORT. With that, a nice halter or tank top thing which was pearl colored, and see through. Black bra underneath (fake boobages underneath that). Jesus Christ, it's a baby shower!!! Why would you wear a black bra with a see-through light-colored top? Oh, right, to show off yoah tits!

I've seen her wear all sorts of crazy stuff - black spandex pants, leather skirts, you name it. She once tore something or other in her knee and was on crutches for a while. She walked, or whatever you would call it, around in HIGH HEELS! I just don't get it.

She doesn't look her age - if I didn't know her I'd never think she was pushin 50. But, she does look at least look early 40's. She regularly dates guys in their 20's. She has sons older than the guys she dates. She is a GRANDMOTHER.

When is too late to dress sexy? Or should you "show it if ya got it"? I'm 37 and still dress sexy - just not slutty. There's a difference.

This girl knows how to party. She goes out all the time bar-hopping. The whole male population of Portland probably "knows her name." I have actually kissed this woman before (just once, and that's a whole nother blog lol); a bunch of us from the firm were down the street at a restaurant/bar (Il Fornaio, I miss that place!) watching the Ducks game or something or other, and ended up drinking quite a bit. I think someone dared us, so we did it. Not IT, just kissed :op

Today she comes in with a white t-shirt on - not too bad, but underneath is that damn black bra again :op

I think I need to have a talk with this woman, before it's too late.

Workin' Girl

I just realized something: I've been working in law for ~gulp~ 16+ years now. Holy shit!! I went to paralegal school in Upper Darby, PA (not the best choice, but at the time it worked) in 1989. I've worked at 6 different law firms (or maybe 7, it's been too long) during that time, and my salary has increased steadily in the right direction (I'm making close to quadruple what I started out at), so I guess I could say I'm successful and very good at what I do. Every boss I've had has said that I'm the best, and that feels good to hear. I work hard, I'll get the job done, and I know when I need to act professionally and when I can goof off. (Although I admit, I don't have the enthusiasm and energy that I once did.)

I've worked both in big firms and smaller firms. The larger ones are, of course, more corporate and professional, especially on the east coast. The smaller ones are more laid back and fun, which is what I like.

My first job was a temp secretarial job that I got right out of paralegal school. I wanted to take a step back and get some experience before diving right in (I had little office experience and no law experience), and I figured temping for a little while as I looked for a great permanent position would do the trick. Within a couple days I had a job at a firm in Media, PA, about 20 minutes from my house. I learned a whole helluva lot during the couple years I was there. Back then there WERE NO COMPUTERS, NO PCs!!! I started there working on an IBM Selectric typewriter with frickin carbon paper! That sucked, let me tell you. I can type very fast, but of course it's easier to make errors that way. Let's just say carbon paper was NOT my friend back then.

Skipping forward, a few years later I ended up at a smaller firm in the same area. What a nightmare. The boss was totally bipolar and was having a torrid affair with his long-time "assistant," Sandy (also his wife's name - pretty smart move, I guess, that way you can't screw up and call out her name mistakingly in bed with the Mrs.). She ran around frantic all day, but never really did anything of substance. She just piled up ungodly amounts of paper on her desk - I mean, like 3 feet high. Filing? What's that? Deadlines? Huh, that's YOUR job! It sucked. But, I really liked the other secretaries and attorneys there. I was at that job when I got married. When the boss was on the wrong side of the pole, he would literally scream at us. A total dick.

Then I decided to venture out of the 'burbs and head to downtown Philly, to make more money and get the hell out of Media. By then I was living and working there, and it's not a big town, and I got sick of it quick. I didn't like working downtown at ALL. City seemed so big, and so, well, cold. Just didn't feel very comfortable there. Took the train in, no way I was fighting that traffic every day. Train alone cost about $125 a month ($150 when I moved further west of the city). Got a lot of good experience, had a great boss, and worked my tail off to become, again, the best. When I moved further west of the city, it took me over an hour to get to work, each way. It was getting tough. Then, we decided to open a satellite office in Cherry Hill, NJ (we had a "ghost office there already"). My boss, a new partner and living down near Marmora, NJ (shore), was the natural choice to head up the office. I was asked if I wanted to go with him over there. My other choice involved working for the sweetest, but most neurotic and hard-working (24/7, literally) attorney in the Philly office. I loved the guy, but I'd be working 12-18 hours each day - no thanks. If I wanted that I'd go to law school. So, I went to the NJ office, which was now a 2 hour commute EACH WAY. It sucked. I'd leave at 7 am and get home at 7 pm, had to take 2 trains, and luckily the firm started paying for the travel expenses b/c it was pushing $200 a month.

My then husband needed the one car we had for his job (installing central air conditioning), so I was stuck with the train. We split up (my choice), and I came out to Oregon for a week (had a friend out here) to chill out and relax, and I fell in love with the place. I moved 6 months later.

Now I have a great job, make pretty good money, and am pretty comfortable with things. For a long time I've thought about toing to medical school, but at my age it just seems like a whole lotta work in an industry where less and less $$ is going into the doctor's pockets and instead going to the insruance companies. No thanks.

I think I'll wear shorts & a tank top to work tomorrow, woohoooo!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Reasons to Go to Work ...

Naked :o)

1. Your boss is always yelling, "I wanna see your ass in here by 8:00!"

2. Can take advantage of computer monitor radiation to work on your tan.

3. "I'd love to chip in, but I left my wallet in my pants."

4. To stop those creepy guys in Marketing from looking down your blouse.

5. You want to see if it's like the dream.

6. So that with a little help from Muzak you can add "Exotic Dancer" to your exaggerated resume.

7. People stop stealing your pens after they've seen where you keep them.

8. Diverts attention from the fact that you also came to work drunk.

9. Gives "bad hair day" a whole new meaning.

10. No one steals your chair.


(this isn't 'mine,' but feel free to add some more here!)

AI - final

It's ON!!!

Didn't like Bo's first song - not the singing, the song itself. I'd love to hear him sing Sweet Home Alabama. Amazing stage presence - kinda reminds me of my man, Scott Stapp. (NO, not Scott Savol LOL)

Carrie's first - she must have been nervous - not her best, but still really good. Way too "safe" a song. She looked like she was about to cry after the criticisms by the Judges. I'd be shitting myself up on that stage - literally.

Damn, Bo - don't like the second song choice either - they both sound a tiny bit off tonight, although I can't imagine Bo being nervous. He's still obviously the most comfortable one on stage - poor Carrie might have a meltdown tonight. The judges loved it though! I'm leaning toward Bo at this point, although I love Carrie (not THAT way :op)

Carrie's next song was pretty good, she didn't seem nearly as nervous. Still torn, I don't know who I like best!

Bo's last song was good, not perfect - not his type of song, which was a little weird, but pretty damn good! He just fucking rocks. I'd buy his CD. Literally! He's just more at home on stage, and for that reason I think he may pull out a win. For once though, I'm happy with whoever wins.

The one thing about Carrie is that she is always trying to make her vocals perfect and forgetting about the personality part. She got an absolutely beautiful voice though, just needs a bit more experience. Bo is the opposite - he's more into the personality part, even if the vocals are a tiny bit off. They're usually not. Poor Carrie just stands there and sings, kinda boring.

Well, I ended up voting for Bo - I love Carrie's voice, but she's just 'not done cookin yet' - needs to polish her stage work a little bit, and she'll be incredible.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Etiquette Lesson #2: Blow Jobs

It's amazing what you can find looking around the Internet:
(i.e., I didn't write this :op)

Blowjob Etiquette for Men (from Women)

1. First and foremost, we are not obligated to do it.

2. Extension to rule #1 - So if you get one, be grateful.

3. I don't care WHAT they did in the porn video you saw, it is not standard practice to cum on someone's face.

4. Extension to rule #3 - No, I DON'T have to swallow.

5. My ears are NOT handles.

6. Extension to rule #5 - do not push on the top of my head. Last I heard, deep throat had been done. And additionally, do you really WANT puke on your dick?

7. I don't care HOW relaxed you get, it is NEVER OK to fart.

8. Having my period does not mean that it's "hummer week" - get it through your head - I'm bloated and I feel like shit so no, I don't feel particularly obligated to blow you just because YOU can't have sex right now.

9. Extension to #8 - "Blue Balls" might have worked on high school girls - if you're that desperate, go jerk off and leave me alone with my Midol.

10. If I have to pause to remove a pubic hair from my teeth, don't tell me I've just "wrecked it" for you.

11. Leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwards is highly inadvisable if you would like my behavior to be repeated in the future.

12. If you like how we do it, it's probably best not to speculate about the origins of our talent. Just enjoy the moment and be happy that we're good at it. See also rule #2 about gratitude.

13. No, it doesn't particularly taste good. And I don't care about the protein content.

14. No, I will NOT do it while you watch TV.

15. When you hear your friends complain about how they don't get blow jobs often enough, keep your mouth shut. It is inappropriate to either sympathize or brag.

16. Just because "it's awake" when you get up does not mean I have to "kiss it good morning."


Blowjob Etiquette for Women (from Men)

1. First of all, yes you're obligated to do it. If you don't, we will find someone (younger, prettier and dirtier)who will.

2. Second, swallowing a teaspoon full of cream is a hell of a lot easier than licking a dead fish.

3. You want to talk about farting? Does the word "queef" mean anything to you?

4. I will use your ears as I see fit. don't worry about it and be thankful I'm not pulling your hair.

5. When you're on your period, stuffing something in your mouth is the only way to stop you from bitching and moaning. Suck it up!

6. Speaking of which, if you are bleeding for five straight days, you need all the fluids you can get. trust me.

7. You bitch about the taste, but trust me when I tell you that we get the short end of the stick in flavor country.

8. At least there is no danger of a dick bleeding in your mouth.

9. Play with the balls.

10. No matter how good you think you are at it, we've had better.

11. Caress the ass, too. We like that!

12. Make hay when the sun shines. It's "wide awake" in the morning now, but when you get old & fat and looking for some action, I gah-ron-tee it'll be "sound asleep."

13. If you swallow, then you don't have to worry about getting any on your face, now will you?


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Monday, May 23, 2005

Farting Etiquette - who knew?

Luckily, I came across someone who evidently knows, and I'm just helping ya'all out, because farting, of course, is an essential part of everyday life!

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It's becoming increasingly clear that there are a lot of men (and maybe some women, although I've never experienced it) who are unfamiliar with the etiquette of farting. Most men are repeat offenders when it comes to such transgressions. I've seen (heard? smelled?) men farting in grocery stores, in elevators, on the street, etc. It needs to stop.

Here are THE RULES of farting etiquette for those of you who are still unsure:


1. AMONGST STRANGERS or IN PUBLIC PLACES
There is no farting allowed. You will hold your fart in until you locate a public restroom and enter a closed stall. You may not fart in the main lobby of the restroom.

If you should be suddenly seized by a painful urge to fart that forces you to lose control of your will regarding the matter, you must apologize embarrassedly and profusely to all those around you who might have been offended.

If you should be suddenly seized by a painful urge to fart that nearly forces you to do so, but not quite, you may try to get as far away from any people that might be nearby and *try* your best to squeeze out the minimum amount of air that will buy you time until you can make it to a rest room.

2. AMONGST CO-WORKERS or CASUAL ACQUAINTANCES
Again, there is no farting allowed. All the rules of #1 apply, except more strongly because these are people you will usually have to be with again. You don't want them to form an unsavory opinion of you. If you fart in front of one (or more) of them, all but the most open-minded of them will always see you as Fartman in the future... Especially the women.

3. AMONGST FRIENDS
You may fart under certain circumstances.
First of all, you must know your friend's stance on farting in general. For some people there is no farting allowed in their presence at any time. If you are close enough to this friend to know that farting is seen more as a humorous thing than a shameful or repulsive act, then cautious farting is acceptable.

In these circumstances you must make sure you are well away from your friend, at least as far away as the length of your sofa, but farther if possible. You must make sure that the mood is right for farting. Farting can be seen as disrespectful if you do it while there is a serious or sombre air in the room. The mood must be light-hearted and pleasant. You want to make sure that conditions are favorable for farting. After you fart, you might want to gauge whether your friend(s) was offended or amused by your gaseous emission and either respond with an apology or a joke/laugh.

If you don't know your friend well enough to understand their full fart belief system, act accordingly with #1 and #2.

4. AMONGST FAMILY
This all depends on your family. In some families farting is frowned upon as a filthy and shameful habit. Some families can't even bring themselves to utter the word "fart". In other families farting is great fun and a source of many family jokes and much laughter. Only you know for sure which category your family falls into. Please don't try to shock your dear mother by intentionally going against family fart policy.

5. AMONGST LOVERS and OTHER INTIMATE FRIENDS
Usually you may fart while in the presence of your very closest and intimate friends and lovers. These people love you and will not stop loving you over some noxious hinal emissions. Usually. There are strict rules for such farting, however, and these rules can make or break a relationship.
Firstly, you must never fart while having a serious discussion of any kind. I don't care if it's a discussion about bills, weekend plans, your sex life, etc. It's disrespectful to interrupt such conversations with a fart.

You must also never fart during a moment of tenderness. Sweet talk, billing and cooing, foreplay, sexual intercourse, etc. must never be marred by a fart. This is a small rejection of sorts. Even if you don't mean it that way, it can spoil the mood bigtime.

You must never fart during an argument. If you fart during an argument, you will lose the argument. During an argument you are no longer granted "lover" or "intimate friend" status. You must revert back to the rules for #1 and #2 for the duration of the argument. Your full privileges as "intimate friend" will usually return after the argument has ended.

You must never fart with your back facing your friend (unless you are joking and you know that your friend will find this humorous).

You must never fart as you walk past your friend. You could have farted in the other room or you could hold it until you get to your final destination, so why fart right when you pass your friend? It will seem like you are disregarding your friend's comfort.

Never fart in the car. This is a most repulsive situation that will linger far too long and cause much discomfort to any passenger no matter how close you are.

In order to ensure safe farting practices, discuss your feelings on the matter with your loved one. Establish your own rules for farting humor. If you feel you MUST fart due to some unexpected gas pain and you are in a situation that forbids it, please apologize in advance if possible and then again after the deed has been done. Explain that you are not feeling well. Among close friends this should be explaination enough.

FARTING HUMOR
Some people find farting to be the most humorous thing in the world. If you are this type of person, please don't assume everyone shares your sensibilities. Ask questions. Experiment with farting stories before attempting your own sonic boom. Watch facial expressions. Make sure your fart is actually humorous. There's nothing funny about a big wet fart that stinks up a small car for fifteen minutes while your grandmother holds a hanky to her face. Well, there is... But sometimes it's a tragicomedy.

Don't knock the good ole days

I got to thinking about all the old TV shows and things we youngins had to entertain ourselves with as kids of the 70s and 80s. I myself was born in '68. There wasn't a whole helluva lot to do for fun back then. Well, not what kids of today would consider fun, anyway. There was no cable TV, no internet, no computers for that matter, no CDs, no IPods, no PDAs or whatever the fuck they're called, no cell phones, no playstation and X-Box (Commodore 64 anyone?), no nothing. We had TV like the Donny & Marie Show, Happy Days, Laverne & Shirley, Mork & Mindy (anyone remember ZOOM???).... everything was sugar & spice, everything nice.



Kids could run around the neighborhood after dark without a worry or second thought. The only drug to worry about was pot, and what's wrong with a little pot among friends? Then cable TV came along, and, to me, the greatest thing ever known to man: MTV. I watched that shit 24/7 for like 3 days straight when it first came out. Now it sucks ass, I haven't watched it in at least 10 years. I discovered rock & roll, and I LIKED IT. I remember my first favorite bands being Aerosmith & Def Leppard. Then got into Zeppelin, etc. Oh yeah, times were a-changin.

I was a great student before I turned into a defiant teenager. After I turned 13, I started doing such way-cool things as smoking, wearing makeup, learning the art of "big hair" and spandex and throwing in an occasional swear word. It was all downhill from there. Still, there was no worry of AIDS, of being kidnapped, tortured and killed by a sexual deviant, none of that.

It just blows my mind thinking about how much has changed in the 30 years between being 7 and being 37. The thought of even having a kid terrifies the shit out of me. If my kid turned out anything like I was, there would be hella trouble, and my blood pressure's too high as it is. One of just wouldn't make it :o)

So, I think I'm just gonna get me a dog, be happy, maybe find a guy to spend some time with, and continue to just go with the flow and see what happens next. I tend to not like being tied down too long - I was with my ex (including dating and marriage) for 14 years, and by then I was craving something new. I guess I'm just a free spirit and don't want to be too tied down. Mind ya, I wouldn't mind having love in my life and all that jazz - just don't think I'm up for the whole marriage thing again - at least not right now. I can do what I want, when I want, how I want. Holidays are a bit lonely, but I'm vowing to venture away from my TV and beer-filled fridge and get out there and well, do some stuff!

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

I realized at about 9:45 tonight that my stupid fucking new DVR didn't record the season finale from Desperate Housewives!! Shit! Fuck!!! Dammit!!

Anyone watch it? If so, I need info!!!!

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So, it's like 8:30 and the season finale of Desperate Housewives is coming on @ 9. I realized I DVR'd the previous week's episode but hadn't watched it yet. So, I had the DVR set to record tonight's finale and I'd watch them both some time this week (not tomorrow of course, that's the finale of 24!!! God, I'm so lame). So, I put in a DVD I got from Netflix, one of the X-Files seasons, I put one of those fugly green mud masks on my face and proceeded to spend a quiet Sunday evening with a beer or three watching this stupid shit on TV.

I just happpen to look up at my DVR to see what time it was, and I noticed it was 9:35 and I also noticed one other little problemo - the little red record light WAS NOT ON!!! This means trouble, my friends, trouble indeed. My show was not recording. I proceed to run screaming into the living room, where my roommate was watching something else (I was in my bedroom). With a face only Frankenstein could love (thanks to the now over-hardened mud mask, hell I looked like an X-File), I was screaming in a tongue only my roommate could understand that this needed to be fixed, and NOW; given I'm of course technologically challenged, this was my cute little way of asking for help and lightning fast help at that!

My roommate came in and was trying to figure out what was going on - turning the power button off and then back on again. Now the sound on the TV won't work!! Oh dear God I was gonna have a full-fledged hissy, with a green face no less. This was not a pretty sight. I proceeded to start panting like I was about to give birth to a little green alien, somehow hoping this would will my roommate to fix the problem. Well, the roommate was stumped, trying everything, and left me to have my hissy fit in private. How nice!

Well, this just wouldn't do. I ran to the bathroom and washed off the green shit, grabbed my cell phone and called the cable company - after all, they'd know what to do right!??? I pushed the 45,000 buttons required to get me to a real live person, who turned out to be a woman, surprisingly. Nothing wrong with it, just usually get a man in the 'technological assistance' part of the cubby hole maze. Much to my dismay, the woman was as clueless as I was about what to do about my very serious problem. She did manage to get the sound back on the TV though, after about 10 minutes. Poor woman - I can't even remember what I screamed into the phone to her, but I figured, woman to woman, her knowing I was missing the finale of Desperate Housewives would spring her into action.

Well, by now the show was over, so I just let her off the hook and hung up. Comng up @ 10 was the finale of Grey's Anatomy, so I figured if the DVR was in an "I don't feel like recording" mood, I'd just stay up and watch it. Fool me once, fool me twice, how does that go again?

I finally calm myself down and look up at the DVR. It's 10:02, and the motherfucker was proudly showing off its little red record light, which meant it was recording my show.

It's out to get me, I'm tellin ya!!! :o)

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Blogging for Dummies

Have I mentioned I'm technologically challenged? My name is Victoria, and I have a problem.

Everyone's got these new cool templates - I'm not even gonna attempt that - waaaaay outta my league. But, I was going to change to one of the other blogger templates you can choose from when you set up a new blog. My question is - can I change my template without messing up all my links, etc? I thought maybe (I set up a tester blog to play around with it, but at the rate I'm going I'll be finishing it from the Senior Assisted Living joint across the street) if I could just copy & paste just the part that would change the template look, from the tester blog to the new blog, without messing up the rest of the stuff, that would well, be pretty fookin cool. Anyone know?

Or should I just shell out the $50 to have someone do all this shit for me? :op

Signed,
Dazed and Confused

Friday, May 20, 2005

Everyone sign up for the porno class!!

College To Offer Porno Course

Xposed, May 2005
MICHELLE SPITZER
Associated Press Writer
DES MOINES, Iowa

Jay Clarkson has had no trouble getting students at the University of Iowa to sign up for his fall class examining pornography in popular culture.

One person who isn't a fan, however, is Iowa House Speaker Chris Rants, who is questioning whether tax dollars should be spent on the elective class.

"Do they know that we're not done with their budget yet?" Rants, R-Sioux City, said. "I'm pretty sure we don't need to increase state funding by $40 million to teach critical pornography studies." Wow, porn has become critical? Who knew?

The Legislature is still wrangling with an education budget.

Clarkson, a graduate student, says students seeking a cheap thrill should look elsewhere. don't they look EVERYWHERE?

"There are probably some students who will be titillated by the title," he said. "They will be disappointed." hehehehehe he said tit

The one-time course is being offered by the communications program at the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences _ and it's already full with 20 students, and a growing waiting list.

Clarkson said his goal is to get people to think about how pornography has moved from the adult bookstore to everyday advertising.

"It's not a class about enjoying or viewing pornography," ummmmm yes it is :op Clarkson said. "We will certainly be talking and reading critics who are against pornography."

Clarkson said pornographic films and other explicit materials won't be viewed in class. but they will be before and after

TGIF

First off, C-Mac is this your alter-ego? :op

Hey I had to get you back right? :)

01. Total volume of music files on my computer?
uhhhhhhhh none, as I'm a computer idiot and don't know how to do it - someone help me?!!

02. The last CD I bought was:
Green Day - American Idiot

03. Song playing right now:
Van Halen - Mean Street

04. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me(in no particular order):

Higher - Creed
What's This Life Ford - Creed
Imagine - John Lennon
Let It Be - Beatles
Aerosmith - Dream On
Eagles - Hotel California
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Ok that's more than 5, so sue me


05. Five people I am tagging with this and why.....

Just a couple - Seamus, JP

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Random Thursday

First off - my new gym, 24 Hour Fitness, is way better than the gym I used to go to - a great gym by gym standards, but considered "a family gym" which doesn't float well with the single cool chick such as myself ;) There are some FUCKIN HOT GUYS at the gym I go to now! I just gawk from a distance, as I'm way too shy to actually talk to one of these guys, but hey at least I have something nice to look at while I'm exercising my brains out.

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One of the attorneys in my office has this buddy of his, who works at EA Sports. He either gets paid a lot of money to play video games "to see if he likes them or not" or is off at one city or another interviewing pro athletes. He makes great money and is single, so he can have as much fun as he wants. Shit, would that be the life or what??? Aside from my love of animals and wanting to work with them as my "dream job," a "fun" dream job for me would be to work in Major League Baseball, preferably as Javy Lopez's sponge-bather :op Since I'm a woman I'm sure my choices are limited in the field, but I would freaking pay them to be able to spend my days working with a ball club. Holy shit, you'd have to surgically remove the smile from my face.

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I could eat pizza for breakfast, lunch & dinner and never EVER get tired of it. The only reason I don't add cheesesteaks & hoagies to the mix is because you can't get a decent one outside of Philly. Why do you think I work out 90 minutes a day at the gym? :op

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The Trumpster hired Kendra as the third Apprentice - thank friggin God. I liked Tanna a lot throughout the whole season, until the last few episodes when she turned into a complete bitch. It was obvious that although she was very imaginative and enthusiastic and knew how to well, she did not know how to act properly in the business world. A little too much "Iowa" came out and she did not act professionally when she needed to the most. Good luck Kendra, that girl's gonna go far.

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God, I love beer.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Take that mothafukkas!

M's finally did something right and ended the Yanks' 10-game winning streak. Thank frigging God. Jeremy Reed OWNED A-Rod with that little 'hand job' in the bottom of the 8th in pulling out that triple.

Top of the 9th, after Nelson walks Sheff. Oh shit, here it comes. Villone comes in and proceeded to scare the fucking shit out of me - as the announcers went on and on about how Matsui is 0-7 against Villone, he proceeds to get a base hit. Then Posada gets on by sheer luck, the SS missing a ball he should have had. Thanks Giambi for blowing it and striking out - I know you didn't like the calls, but fuck you anyway, now get the fuck out!

(gloating done now :op)

The Buffle Sisterhood

Seamus, this is for you - a new pictorial of my boss' pride & joy, Gen:

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Tuesday, May 17, 2005

AI in review

Oh dear friggin Lord. Vonzell's dad (or someone in her family) is wearing a FUSCIA SUIT. You've got to be fucking kidding me. The song was ok - she just can't do those lower range notes, she gets real pitchy. But if it's an upbeat high pitched song - she rocks.

Holy crap - Bo's first song literally gave me chills - excellent dude, excellent. Hell I like it better than Elton's version! :op

Wow, Carrie was incredible too - it's gotta be Bo v. Carrie, and I'd (I can't believe I'm saying this) buy either of their records.

Far as round 1 goes, Bo took it, bigtime; Carrie 2nd, Vonz 3rd.

Ding ding, round 2.....

Vonz - ok I just like saying Vonz :op

Good choice in the 2nd song - perfect for her voice. Unfortunately, it keeps proving that she's limited in what she can do. I guess they all are to an extent, but she did a very good job with the 2nd song, better than the first.

Bo. Wow. He rocks, plain and simple. He's got my vote.

I think Carrie has the best voice, no doubt. She lacks the "x factor," that's her own problem. She's kinda boring. Shame, because she's got an incredible voice, best I've heard in a long time.

Last round, go get your last beer....

Vonz - not that great - I thought she'd do better withe Donna Summer song, but not bad. She's good, but shouldn't be in the final IMO. God knows what the family would wear :op

Bo - I don't like the song choice, but he can do no wrong, he rocks every time.
My dad's from Alabama, maybe I have a soft spot for.... Alabamians or whatever the hell they're called.

Go Bo!!!

What in the holy hell....?

Ok first, let me first admit that I actually sat and watched 3 FRIGGING HOURS of The Bachelor last night. Why, I have no frigging idea. I actually DVR'd '24'!!! I must be insane. All I know is.... that old Bachelor guy, Byron, was on with his fianee' Mary, and he's what, 40-something?



He's definitely hot - why am I now looking at 40-something guys and thinking they're hot? Oh shit, yeah, it's because I'm 37. Fuck, when did THAT happen!!


Now.... during the show they advertised an upcoming new ABC series that absolutely floored me. This is getting serious, folks. And very, very sad.

I watch several reality shows religiously: Survivor, Apprentice, Big Brother (well just started that one last year), American Idol (don't even say it!), and The Bachelor. The are really reaching with these new ones. I also saw something about a new reality show involving a bunch of high school kids competing for a full scholarship to any college of their choice. Jesus.

Ok this is the new reality show I'm talking about. Just fucking sickening. BALLROOM DANCING!!!! oooooooooo watch me swoon, a bunch of no-name celebrities (ok Evander's well know but COME FUCKING ON when you picture ballroom dancing (have any of us EVER?), Evander ain't one that comes to mind. Now if it were Mike Tyson, maybe I'd watch it!!) competing in dance-offs each week?

ARE THEY ON CRACK??

Here's a quote from the story:
"It's fresh and different," Hopkins said of televised dancing. "We haven't seen much ballroom dancing on television before."

WHY DO YA THINK THAT IS, GENIUS??
Should I apply for his job now? :o)

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Road Less Traveled

Today seems to be miscellaneous rambling day.....

Had to add in this American Idol review:
THANK FRIGGIN GOD!!! Bo and Carrie are still in, I'm glad Vonzell's still here, I still her better than Anthony. Ant, sorry but it's your time. Glad to know the fucktards out there tryin to screw up the voting, well aren't. But shit, did they have to let him sing again? :op

Today I found out I got the apartment I've been wanting! I'm psyched! It's actually the first apartment I've had completely on my own. I went from my parents' house to living with my ex, got married, then split up. I lived on my own in 'our' apartment for about 7 months before moving out to Portland, then I moved in with friends out here and have been with them since. Independence.... better late than never! I'm one of those people that function just fine "alone," I don't need people around me every minute - I have a TV after all!! ;)

Tonight after work I went to a local hospital for a "wellness" presentation on women & heart disease - with my family history, I figured why not, may as well be informed right? Didn't tell me a whole lot I didn't already know, but some of my questions were answered. But shit, I had to record "Lost" so I don't know how much of a trade-off it was, but the free Starbucks didn't hurt :o)

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We all know by now the story of the "runaway bride," who got cold feet and took off, worrying everyone she knew and half the country. I don't really have an opinion on it - I don't know her, and obvioiusly she felt she "couldn't hack it" and had to take off. Hey, do what you have to do. I guess it was an immature way to handle it, but some people just have a hard time with confrontation and brutal honesty. I know I do. People when under a tremendous amount of stress can do stupid things. Like the well-to-do lady who, after several cocktails, accidentally hits someone or something on the way home to her rich and absent husband, and instead of being a normal responsible human being and stopping to help and face the consequences, panics and just drives off - not because she doesn't give a shit, just because she panicked and got scared and just freaked the fuck out and drove off.

I was married before - at first, of course, I would swear on a stack of bibles that he wa "the one." No doubt. 7 years later, when we finally got married, I had silent suspicions that maybe this wasn't the love to end all loves. But, ya know, you get comfortable, and, well, calling things off seems a lot harder than just going through with it. I wasn't honest with myself or with him, and of course after 6 more years, I told him via e-mail that "maybe we should not be married anymore." Nothing horrible happened, we just drifted apart, like a lot of couples do. I could have taken the easy and responsible road, and stuck with it "no matter what." There was this feeling eating away at me, making me wonder what else was out there for me, what would life be like for me if I didn't always have someone else to think about? I met him when I was 19, went from my parents' house to living with him. I never had any independence.

I was going somewhere with this post, I really was, but now my poor ADDized brain can't remember where :op

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

A Ho is a Hoe is a Ho

From an actual decision issued by the U.S. 7th Circuit Court of Appeals. Check out the highlighted footnote at the bottom.


In the United States Court of Appeals
For the Seventh Circuit
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Nos. 04-2032, 04-2293 & 04-2309

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
Plaintiff-Appellee, Cross-Appellant,

v.

DARRON J. MURPHY, SR.,
Defendant-Appellant, Cross-Appellee,
and
JENNIFER BAKER,
Defendant, Cross-Appellee.

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Appeals from the United States District Court
for the Southern District of Illinois.
No. 03 CR 30137—G. Patrick Murphy, Chief Judge.
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ARGUED JANUARY 13, 2005—DECIDED MAY 4, 2005
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Before ROVNER, EVANS, and SYKES, Circuit Judges.
EVANS, Circuit Judge.

A jury found Darron Murphy, Sr. guilty on an indictment charging five counts: tampering with a witness who was going to testify against his son (Darron Murphy, Jr.); using a firearm while doing the tampering; being a felon in possession of a firearm; and two counts involving crack cocaine. The same jury also found Jennifer Baker, young Murphy’s girlfriend, guilty of aiding and abetting Murphy, Sr. on the two counts related to witness tampering and one of the drug charges. After the jury spoke, the trial judge, G. Patrick Murphy (there may be too many Murphys in this case), granted Baker’s motion for a judgment of acquittal on the two counts relating to tampering. Murphy, Sr.’s motions for judgments of acquittal were denied and he now appeals, arguing that his conviction on the jury tampering charge was tainted by a faulty jury instruction. If successful on the challenge, the related tampering charge involving the use of a firearm must also be set aside. The government appeals Judge Murphy’s decision to grant post-verdict relief to Baker.

We begin with the facts. Pamela Hayden agreed to become an informant for local law enforcement after being arrested on drug charges. In December of 2002, she made two controlled purchases of crack cocaine from Darron Murphy, Jr., which led to his arrest.

On the evening of May 29, 2003, Hayden was smoking crack with three other folks at a trailer park home on Chain of Rocks Road in Granite City, Illinois. Murphy, Sr., who had sold drugs to Hayden several years earlier, showed up later that night. He was friendly at first, but he soon called Hayden a “snitch @#%$ hoe”(FN1) and hit her in the head with the back of his hand. He said he saw her name in discovery materials from his son’s criminal case and that she was...

FN1: The trial transcript quotes Ms. Hayden as saying Murphy called her a snitch @#%$ “hoe.” A “hoe,” of course, is a tool used for weeding and gardening. We think the court reporter, unfamiliar with rap music (perhaps thankfully so), misunderstood Hayden’s response. We have taken the liberty of changing “hoe” to “ho,” a staple of rap music vernacular as, for example, when Ludacris raps “You doin’ ho activities with ho tendencies.”

Monday, May 09, 2005

JP slapped my ass with a tag

goddamn you :op

The object of this exercise is to pick five from the list and complete the phrase. Feel free to add additional occupations after you've done yours. Pass it on to others. Silly? Yeah. Fun? Of course! Thanks JP, you suck.

The List

If I could be a scientist
If I could be a farmer
If I could be a musician
If I could be a doctor
If I could be a painter
If I could be a gardener
If I could be a missionary
If I could be a chef
If I could be an architect
If I could be a linguist
If I could be a librarian
If I could be an athlete
If I could be a lawyer
If I could be an innkeeper
If I could be a professor
If I could be a writer
If I could be a llama-rider(by Ogre)
If I could be a bonnie pirate(By Teach)
If I could be a servicemember(By Jeremy)
If I could be a business owner(By Blue 944)
If I could be an actor(By Blue 944)
If I could be an agent(By KelBel)
If I could be video game designer(By KelBel)
If I could be a comic book artist(By Stoli)
If I could be a hooker(By Pollo Loco)
If I could be a crack addict(by Elizabeth)
If I could be a porn star(by Elizabeth)
If I could be a mime(by Garrison)
If I could be a domestic engineer(by Rick)
If I could be a chimney sweep(by laine)
If I could be a masseuse(by laine)
If I could be a taxi driver(by Brian)
If I could be a priest(by Brian)
If I could be the Sherrif Of Nottingham(Karen)
If I could be a dancer(Karen)
If I could be Santa Claus(Karen)
If I could be on a reality TV show(Dawn)
If I could be a magician(Dawn)

1. If I could be on a reality show, it would be The Bachlorette, and I get to hand pick all the bachelors myself! oh what fun I could have....

2. If I could be a hooker, I'd charge $2,500 a night and wear expensive designer clothes. How bad could it be? :op

3. If I could be an athlete, I'd be a tennis player who could kick Serena Williams' ass (on a more comical note, I'd be Javy Lopez's love slave, I'd need to quite athletic for that!)

4. If I could be a scientist (ok gotta have a sappy one), I'd cure the fuck out of cancer and Alzheimer's and anything else I could get my hands on.

5. If I could be a lawyer, I'd be my own boss, gotta love that!


I'm going to tag Jersey Girl :op

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Creepy Crawlies and HeebeeJeebies

This morning, as I was in the bathroom getting ready for work, I saw the cats (my cat and my roommates' two homosexual incestual cats) all staring intently up at the ceiling, and that can only mean one thing. BUG!!!! There, nestled in the corner, either fearing for its life knowing me and the cats lurked nearby or planning its attack on any or all of us, was a black spider about as big as a nickel. To me, that means HUGE SPIDER!!

Now, I don't like bugs. Not any one of em. I don't kill them for fun or anything like that. I'm AFRAID of them. I know they won't hurt me and all that shit, but my wittle brain doesn't give a fuck about that. When I see one, the panic starts. The paranoia follows. It ain't pretty.

Spiders actually aren't actually what I'm most afraid of, so maybe in some weird way I should count myself lucky that's what I saw. Back in Philly, it's roaches. THAT'S what scares the ever-loving shit out of me. I can't even stand to look at those stupid pop-up ads with the roaches crawling around. It's that bad. If I see them on TV, I freak out. Imagine the fun if I saw one in person. If one got into my car? There would be a lot of deaths that day - I can't physically help myself.

Want to know what's worse than seeing a spider or bug? NOT SEEING ONE. Yes..... I left the spider to the cats to guard, while, with a watchful eye, I finished getting ready. I came back out into the hallway when I was finished and..... freakishly, to my disappointment - it was GONE. Then a whole new panic sets in, because I don't know where the fuck it went!! Did it dive-bomb me when I was walking by and jump on my head? Did it fall to the ground, escape the cats, and then find a good hiding spot where it could torture me repeatedly any time it wanted? Was it headed FOR MY BED???? These were questions I was not ready to answer nor explore at 6:30 in the morning.

See why I need valium????

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

My American Idol mini-review

Bo fucking rocks. He actually reminds me a lot of my ex (but that's now why he rocks LOL). He's a great performer, singer, and totally knows who he is. Constantine didn't, that's why he's gone. Bo's first song I think was better than his second, but both were oufuckingstanding.

I love Carrie. She's got a tremendous voice and doesn't even use it to its full potential. You can see she's shy, but she's beginning to open up a little. Hey, so was Kelly Clarkson, right? She, I think, or at least I hope, will win. Both her performances tonight were awesome.

Scott and Anthony should have been gone a LONG time ago, but oh well. I think (or at least hope) that it's Carrie and Bo at the end.

Honorable mention for Vonzell, I just love her, she's got great energy and can perform. She's just a smidge behind Carrie and Bo.

Anthony actually has a nice voice, but not for AI. He's got to go next. Or Scott, they both kinda suck compared to the other 3.

Why you should never lick

envelopes:

Why You Should Never Lick Envelopes
What you don't know, wont hurt you, but this one it sure is worth knowing. I used to work for an envelope company. Our plant supervisor used to work in the Chicago plant and told us not to lick the envelopes because they would often find dead rats at the bottom of the glue barrel (after thousands of envelopes had been glued and shipped).

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I work in a factory and we have 2 employees who used to work in an envelope factory. They told me that when the machine jams up, they use whatever water is handy to thin out the glue. This includes water that they just mopped the floor with. Since then, I've avoided licking envelopes!

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A woman was working in a post office in California. One day she licked the envelopes and postage stamps instead of using a sponge. That very day the lady cut her tongue on the envelope.

A week later, she noticed an abnormal swelling of her tongue. She went to the doctor, but they found nothing wrong. Her tongue was not sore or anything.

A couple of days later, her tongue started to swell more, and it began to get so sore, that she could not eat. She went back to the hospital, and demanded something be done. The doctor took an x-ray of her tongue and noticed a lump. He prepared her for minor surgery. When the doctor cut her tongue open, a live cockroach crawled out! There were roach eggs on the seal of the envelope. The egg was able to hatch inside of her tongue, because of her saliva. It was warm and moist. This is a true story reported on CNN.

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I used to work in an envelope factory. You wouldn't believe the things that float around in those gum applicator trays. I haven't licked an envelope for years!

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I used to work for a print shop (32 years ago) and we were told NEVER to lick the envelopes. I never understood why until I had to go into storage and pull out 2500 envelops that were already printed for a customer who was doing a mailing and saw several squads of roaches roaming around inside a couple of boxes with eggs everywhere. They eat the glue on the envelopes. I think print shops have a harder time controlling roaches than a restaurant. I always buy the self-sealing
type. Or if need be, I use a glue stick to seal one that has the type of glue that needs to be wet to stick.