I was checking out the Year of a Million Dreams contest/promotion that Disney has going on, and while reading the rules, I started laughing. There's the normal legal type jargon, and then, this little gem:
"For residents of Canada, a mathematical skill-testing question must be correctly answered to win any prize. "
WHAT? A mathematical skill-testing question to win a prize? What is the deal with that? Is it some government program to get people interested in math? Why math? Why couldn't you chose to diagram a sentence instead? Whatever it is, it's a good thing I'm an American, because my math skills are less than stellar, and I'd never be able to win anything.
Glad I'm not Canadian...
.Back at Work.
I have a lot of updating to do...Unfortunately, now is not a good time to do it, as I also have a ton of work to do, since I was out of the office for 3 glorious days last week. But I will update very soon.
Also, my profile picture looks weird. It looks cool on my Mac, but not so much on my computer here at work. I'll have to update that, too, I guess.
All you stupid parents out there...
FYI, idiots: Addison is a BOY's name! Stop naming your little girl babies Addison. Every single name does not need to be hijacked and given to girls. What's wrong with you people?
Sydne's Last Day
Today is Sydne's last day working with me. I can't be too sad, because I know she's going on to bigger and better things; and that I get to visit Boston!
So, I'm sad for me, but happy for her.
"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
- Richard Bach
You think you know someone...
I thought I knew you. I let you into my heart, into my home, into my bed... and this is how you treat me? I walk into the living room to find a poop smeared on the floor! Ish, Kitty!!! I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong.
Weirdo
Do you ever catch yourself doing something that you do a lot, and that other people probably find weird? Like mouthing the words to a song when you're listening to your ipod? At work? Yes, I do that. A lot. I'm singing along, but no sound is coming out. Weird? Probably. Will I stop? Probably not...
A Contender
I just heard a song that is a serious challenger to the Christmas Shoes for worst Christmas Song Ever-- it's called "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg, and it's awful. It wins worst New Year's song, for sure. I hate songs about old lovers, I think they're so lame and icky. This one features old lovers drinking a six pack in a car on Christmas Eve-- so classy!
The Christmas Shoes
I love Christmas carols, but "The Christmas Shoes" is the all time worst Christmas song. I hate the way it's sung, I hate the shitty lyrics, I hate the over-the-top sentimentality, I hate that it's not a traditional carol, I hate that it comes on the radio and ruins my holiday joy with it's awfulness. I just want to say "you know what, kid, people don't wear shoes in heaven, and if they did, Jesus wouldn't care what kind you had on; so save your dollar, and go home and spend time with your dying mother instead of buying her some stupid shoes she couldn't care less about." I don't think that's the song's intent, but that's how it makes me feel.
Holes
I'm having a hard time recovering from my Thanksgiving break. Being the genius that I am, I stayed up late every night and slept in every morning during those days off. Now, I find myself wide awake at 1am, not able to fall asleep until sometime around 3am. When it's time to wake up and get ready for work, my best pal is the snooze button. But my best pal Snooze has a downside, and that is that I only leave myself about 15 minutes to get ready. Yesterday, I already knew I wanted to wear a button down shirt with a sweater. I pulled a black sweater on over a white button down, and immediately I noticed not one, not two, but three tiny holes in my sweater, highlighted by the white shirt underneath. It was too late to try and figure out something else to wear, so I shrugged and wore it anyhow. No one noticed the holes, or if they did, they didn't say anything. When I got home I carefully placed it in the mending pile (alright fine, I actually tossed it into the random pile of clothes in my room).
I'm starting to worry about my sweaters, because I just finished mending a brown one that was full of holes. I hope it's just from an evil washing machine, and that I don't have a rogue moth chewing through all my cashmere and woolen warm things. This morning I found out that the hole plague is not just confined to sweaters-- I pulled on my sock, and there's a hole in the toe. Come to think of it, I had a pair of socks on two days ago with a hole in the heel. When did all these holes happen? Are all my things that old or badly cared for? It's clear that this can only mean one thing: Winter Shopping Spree.
Song I Love
I'm listening to the Michael Medved show (talk radio), as I do every day, and today, before going to commercial, "Oh Yoko" has been being played. It's just 30 seconds or so, a part where it's just instruments, but it still makes me smile. I love, love, love that song, it never fails to make me happy.
W & W
President Bush's wax likeness is taking a thumpin' these days at Madame Tussaud's celebrity waxworks in Las Vegas. Bush's head suffered about $25,000 in damages when a Madame Tussaud's visitor attacked it the day before last week's elections.
"No one's pushed one over before," said Jack Taylor, spokesman for the tourist attraction.Bush has needed repairs a number of times, mostly from having his nose pinched, Taylor added.
"This was the most damage" to one of the wax figures, he said. "People are always touching them, but this was pretty rare." The wax creations cost between $200,000 and $250,000 to produce.
The back of Bush's head was damaged in the fall, "but he's been back on his feet for several days now," Taylor said.--Taken from Las Vegas Review Journal
Well, Whit and I liked the Dubya wax figure!:
And now I feel dumb
There is a creepy commerical out for PlayStation 3, with a baby that coos, then cries, then the tears get sucked back up and it sees fire. Everytime it has come on, I ask John "what the hell is that about?! It's creepy!" Well, I found out: PlayStation 3 is not for babies. So, the baby sees it, is excited, then finds out it's not for him, cries, then sees fire. Makes sense. Why didn't I get it before?
Gag
I really gotta stop buying bananas. For some reason, whenever I try to eat a banana of late, I gag. I know that I hate ripe bananas, so I always make sure to buy the kind that still have some green on the peel. But even those have been making my stomach sieze up and my throat spasm. It's something about the texture. I want the texture to be smooth, and sometimes one of the peel remnants (I call them "strings") is not smooth, and I think that is what makes me gag.
I really do enjoy banana flavor, though. Perhaps I will replace banana, the fruit variety, with banana flavored laffy taffy.
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Well, not really, but, Target has all the Christmas decor out already. And I almost bought a few things last night. I'm a sucker for pretty and sparkly. But I settled for making a mental list of what I must get. I think Kitty needs a stocking this year...
Way to sail over that shark
I don't know if any of you bothered to tune in to the Simpson's Halloween special on Sunday, Treehouse of Horror MMCCCLX, but if you did, you witnessed the sad spectacle of "The Day the Earth Looked Stupid", a transparent and lame attempt at parody.
The worst and thus most offensive part? It wasn't even funny.
Bob Barker retiring after 50 years on TV
My first word is retiring! Yes, you read that right, Bob Barker was my first word. Ask my mom. You know what I think of this?!:
http://www.ourmedia.org/node/117215
Ok, mostly this post was an excuse to use that noise again. Mostly.
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