I've decided to add a new element to my blog. When I'm not feeling too lazy I'll post what I like to call "Brain Stew - Ramblings from our favorite burnout."
Enjoy.
"People always talk about politics but they’re not the ones who decide who the president is."
"I like to be honest, you know? If someone asks me if I like something, I’m going to say no or I’ll say yes if I like it. I’m not in the business of lying to myself about how I feel about something."
"I think the definition of happiness is, no matter how much money you have, is no debt and have a job you really like no matter what it is -- basket weaving or whatever it is to have happiness… "
"I think a lot of people watch prime time television and it’s such a farce of unreality and people spend hours and weeks entrenched in those shows and they think they’re learning something. They’re not actually going out there and doing it."
Showing posts with label crimes against humanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crimes against humanity. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
When movies go bad
I don't know why, but after I saw the razzies call Lindsay Lohan's I Know Who Killed Me a disaster, I had to see it. So I put it on my cue, and unsurprisingly it arrived much sooner than Maximum Overdrive.
I movie starts out with an incredibly unsexy dance by Lindsay in a strip club and then goes to her writing emo stories and wearing librarian glasses and low-cut shirts. It only gets better after that.
And by better I mean absolutely, horrifically terrible. So terrible when she woke up and cried when she realized she'd lost both her arm and leg I laughed. Hard.
The movie tried to be scary, but it wasn't. It didn't make any sense and it was once of the worse movies I've ever seen... although Punch Drunk Love and White Girls still take the top prizes.
So, again, good job razzies.
I movie starts out with an incredibly unsexy dance by Lindsay in a strip club and then goes to her writing emo stories and wearing librarian glasses and low-cut shirts. It only gets better after that.
And by better I mean absolutely, horrifically terrible. So terrible when she woke up and cried when she realized she'd lost both her arm and leg I laughed. Hard.
The movie tried to be scary, but it wasn't. It didn't make any sense and it was once of the worse movies I've ever seen... although Punch Drunk Love and White Girls still take the top prizes.
So, again, good job razzies.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Ahhh nature
I went to the lake this weekend and an offshore wind allowed me to partake of nature.
The wind pushed the water out, exposing sandbars and enabling the more adventurous to venture a mile off shore and only be in waist deep water. I found clams, crabs and tried to save some small fish from beaching themselves.
But a very unfortunate view of nature gave my father and I the kind of bonding experience no one should go through.
My father ran into some friends on the beach and stopped to introduce me. Upon the second introduction I received an eye full of junk.... twig and berries, pork and beans, ect.
The 40-something man was wearing short-shorts, no underwear and crossing his legs so his one-eye willy kept winking at me.
My father proceeded to talk to the group for 15 minutes as the man crossed and uncrossed his legs a la Fatal Instinct and I awkwardly looked away.
As soon as we parted company with Sharon Stone I had to ask my father if he saw the package. How could you not?
"I was hoping you didn't notice," he said.
When my mom found out she relayed a similar story about my grandfather. As if the day couldn't get worse.
*Shudder and Gag*
The wind pushed the water out, exposing sandbars and enabling the more adventurous to venture a mile off shore and only be in waist deep water. I found clams, crabs and tried to save some small fish from beaching themselves.
But a very unfortunate view of nature gave my father and I the kind of bonding experience no one should go through.
My father ran into some friends on the beach and stopped to introduce me. Upon the second introduction I received an eye full of junk.... twig and berries, pork and beans, ect.
The 40-something man was wearing short-shorts, no underwear and crossing his legs so his one-eye willy kept winking at me.
My father proceeded to talk to the group for 15 minutes as the man crossed and uncrossed his legs a la Fatal Instinct and I awkwardly looked away.
As soon as we parted company with Sharon Stone I had to ask my father if he saw the package. How could you not?
"I was hoping you didn't notice," he said.
When my mom found out she relayed a similar story about my grandfather. As if the day couldn't get worse.
*Shudder and Gag*
Friday, July 13, 2007
Crocs are a crock... of poo
I'm no fashionista and I go out of my way not to wear heals, but I just can't understand this whole Crocs thing.
Sure I've heard they're super comfortable and really clean, but any shoe that boasts being dishwasher safe is not for me.
I've also heard they're made from materials that aren't bad for the earth. Hopefully that means when everyone realizes how ugly they are and send them to the dump, they'll disintegrate into the earth quickly.
Slate wrote a very telling article about why they're popular, but the author and I still came to the same conclusion-- they're ugly as sin.
So let's destroy all Crocs around the world. If you need tips, check out ihatecrocs.com. It's absolutely brilliant.
Sure I've heard they're super comfortable and really clean, but any shoe that boasts being dishwasher safe is not for me.
I've also heard they're made from materials that aren't bad for the earth. Hopefully that means when everyone realizes how ugly they are and send them to the dump, they'll disintegrate into the earth quickly.
Slate wrote a very telling article about why they're popular, but the author and I still came to the same conclusion-- they're ugly as sin.
So let's destroy all Crocs around the world. If you need tips, check out ihatecrocs.com. It's absolutely brilliant.
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