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Best web show I've ever seen...though, admittedly I've watch few. Still awesome!
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Letting the music speak for itself....
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Signs of the end times....and I thought the Snuggie was bad.
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msnbc.com staff and news service reports
The Los Angeles Times reports that Michael Jackson has died at age 50 after being rushed to UCLA Medical Center.
Los Angeles Fire Department Capt. Steve Ruda told the newspaper that Jackson was not breathing when paramedics arrived at his home and CPR was performed.
TMZ.com reported that he may have suffered cardiac arrest.
The Los Angeles Times reports that Michael Jackson has died at age 50 after being rushed to UCLA Medical Center.
Los Angeles Fire Department Capt. Steve Ruda told the newspaper that Jackson was not breathing when paramedics arrived at his home and CPR was performed.
TMZ.com reported that he may have suffered cardiac arrest.
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The fact that someone chose to elect this woman to office is a sad comment on the voters of Shreveport.
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Talented procrastination at its finest. Bravo!
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Remember...and learn.
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I love how natural this looks.
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A new incarnation of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" could be coming to the big screen, according to The Hollywood Reporter."Buffy" creator Joss Whedon isn't involved and it's not set up at a studio, but Roy Lee and Doug Davison of Vertigo Entertainment are working with original movie director Fran Rubel Kuzui and her husband, Kaz Kuzui, on what is being labeled a remake or relaunch, but not a sequel or prequel.
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Long time...no type.
Okay, so its been awhile, but rather than focus let's get back to business....alright fine. A thousand pardons, Saahib....
Anyway. A few months back I broke down and bought a wireless router for my apartment and, therefore, haven't really been scouring the land for a wireless connection. Lately, though, I've been getting a little stir crazy so today on this cloudy, dreary Sunday I decided to venture out...and I'm trying to decide if I regret it.
Question to the masses. When did they start to allow demon spawn in public?
I'm in a local Steak Escape. Decent food, reasonable prices, recently acquired wireless.... And, today only, table dancing. The little demon spawn, before he and his inattentive family left, was dancing on the booths doing his best air guitar. Where were those parents I mentioned? Sitting in the next booth completely ignoring him.
...Sigh...
His older sister then joined in on the fun. They both ran outside to the patio...and back inside...and back outside. Till the door locked them out. Ahh, even inanimate objects recognize bad ass kids.
I wasn't exactly the most well behaved kid. No child nicknamed Bratina could possibly be, but, and Dear Reader I say this with much love, my sweet mother would've whooped my ass in public if I behaved that way and would've beat my ass again at home for making her whoop my ass in public.
Cheney and many other politicans have been arguing that torture techniques are the only way to end terrorism. Well, I'd like to make the same argument can be said for terrorizing, little brats.
Parents, do it for your country, do it for everyone else in the restaurant looking at you like you've lost your mind. A good American ass whoopin...hell, yeah.
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Oh, now that is just freaky!
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Previously, I expressed my disdain for the new movie "He's Just Not that Into You". However, I recently watched a promo for the movie again.
(Damnnit, TiVo! You've been so good to me. Why won't you let me skip into the future instead of being tortured like this?!)
Wait, where was I? Oh, yeah. So, it brought up an interesting new development I had never really thought too much about. In the promo one of the girls (Drew, I think? Or maybe one of the Jennifers) laments the fact that in today's technological society, one can be rejected in at least six seperate forms of media.
That got me thinking...
I have a Blackberry, a Facebook account, a Myspace account, three email accounts and a friend recently got me into to Twittering (still reserving judgement). I keep in good contact with all my friends on a daily basis....yet I think I've had only five phone conversations in the past month.
Just a few weeks ago I was over my best friend's house. She and I have been friends since college and I am also good friends with her husband who I have known for almost six years.
Said friends are BIG mac people (judge if you will...I do). They had recently purchased a flat screen and we were supposed to be watching some movie, I forget which. During the few hours I spent over there not one of us looked up from or respective devices. Oh, we talked to each other, but we talked about what we were doing on our macs and iphone and blackberrys. It didn't really click what was happening until I was devoid of an electronic device for a moment and realized what was going on.
Yes, I had to have my electronic teat taken away before I realized there were other people in the room.
Now some of you might say, well what?
Let me give you another example. Some time past I was staying with my sis up north. Now Sis has never been very technologically savvy. If it didn't come from a shoe store, its completely alien to her.
We were sitting on the couch watch HGTV and I was "sexting" a guy friend of mine.
If you don't know, I'm not going to explain it so don't ask.
She, of course, asked me what I was doing and why I had a smirk on my face. When I explained she proceeded to look at me as though I had grown fangs.
"Why don't you just call him?", she asked, "How can you get anything out of it?"
And for the life of me I couldn't explain...still can't.
I just do. (Smirk)
I enjoying texting, emailing, poking or even twittering my friends. Its a great for people like me who are socially dyslexic to keep in touch with people without having to actually...you know talk to them.
The flip side, as pointed out by those gravelings in that damn chick flick is that its also a new and exciting way to get dumped.
Back in January I was on my way out of town to visit family when I ran into an old classmate from high school. I'm slightly ashamed to say I didn't remember him, but I played it off rather well if I do say so myself.
We chatted for a few minutes and then he asked for my number. Sure...why not? Well, the longer he talked...the weirder he got. From what I could glean from the conversation he was that psycho kid back in high school who wore a black trenchcoat and still ate paste.
Uh-Oh....see this is why I'm wholly in favor of Barney's Lemon Law. Luckily, my flight got called before he showed me all of the paper dolls he made of the people who wronged him in junior high.
Unlucky for me he also friended me on Facebook...and called me....and texted me.
And I never answered....at all...not even once. Because...really, I'm not trying to be called upon the witness stand after he expresses his true feelings at the class reunion.
So there you have it. I rejected a man in three different forms of communication.
Does that make it harsher. No, I don't think so. Because it also gave him three different ways to bug the crap out of me...for a month. (Yeah, I'm going to say that taking hints weren't his strong suit.)
Now before you right me off as a bi$#%, I've had my fare share of electronic induced stress.
Specifically the type brought on by that unbelievably long wait during your typical email flirt session. You send him a suitably flirtatious email with just the right amount of sweet and then you wait...and wait.
Its the equivalent to that painfully long pause on the phone when you're talking to a guy and you've said something so mind-numbingly dumb that he has to school his response before he answers because...well, he does still want to sleep with you.
But the email pause is worse. Why? Well, even if you've said the right thing. Even if you crafted the perfect witty response to whatever joke he just made, you still have to wait and you have no idea why.
He may have lost his internet connection...he may be distracted by people he's actually in the room with...he may even be working on his thoughtful retort.
But you don't know that. All you have is a fifteen minute panic attack as you stare at the screen begging that damn pop up window to tell you've got mail.
Do I think all this technology has made relationships more strenuous and difficult. No.
Do I think its made dating richer and more engaged? ....No.
Its just a new flavor on the menu.
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(Damnnit, TiVo! You've been so good to me. Why won't you let me skip into the future instead of being tortured like this?!)
Wait, where was I? Oh, yeah. So, it brought up an interesting new development I had never really thought too much about. In the promo one of the girls (Drew, I think? Or maybe one of the Jennifers) laments the fact that in today's technological society, one can be rejected in at least six seperate forms of media.
That got me thinking...
I have a Blackberry, a Facebook account, a Myspace account, three email accounts and a friend recently got me into to Twittering (still reserving judgement). I keep in good contact with all my friends on a daily basis....yet I think I've had only five phone conversations in the past month.
Just a few weeks ago I was over my best friend's house. She and I have been friends since college and I am also good friends with her husband who I have known for almost six years.
Said friends are BIG mac people (judge if you will...I do). They had recently purchased a flat screen and we were supposed to be watching some movie, I forget which. During the few hours I spent over there not one of us looked up from or respective devices. Oh, we talked to each other, but we talked about what we were doing on our macs and iphone and blackberrys. It didn't really click what was happening until I was devoid of an electronic device for a moment and realized what was going on.
Yes, I had to have my electronic teat taken away before I realized there were other people in the room.
Now some of you might say, well what?
Let me give you another example. Some time past I was staying with my sis up north. Now Sis has never been very technologically savvy. If it didn't come from a shoe store, its completely alien to her.
We were sitting on the couch watch HGTV and I was "sexting" a guy friend of mine.
If you don't know, I'm not going to explain it so don't ask.
She, of course, asked me what I was doing and why I had a smirk on my face. When I explained she proceeded to look at me as though I had grown fangs.
"Why don't you just call him?", she asked, "How can you get anything out of it?"
And for the life of me I couldn't explain...still can't.
I just do. (Smirk)
I enjoying texting, emailing, poking or even twittering my friends. Its a great for people like me who are socially dyslexic to keep in touch with people without having to actually...you know talk to them.
The flip side, as pointed out by those gravelings in that damn chick flick is that its also a new and exciting way to get dumped.
Back in January I was on my way out of town to visit family when I ran into an old classmate from high school. I'm slightly ashamed to say I didn't remember him, but I played it off rather well if I do say so myself.
We chatted for a few minutes and then he asked for my number. Sure...why not? Well, the longer he talked...the weirder he got. From what I could glean from the conversation he was that psycho kid back in high school who wore a black trenchcoat and still ate paste.
Uh-Oh....see this is why I'm wholly in favor of Barney's Lemon Law. Luckily, my flight got called before he showed me all of the paper dolls he made of the people who wronged him in junior high.
Unlucky for me he also friended me on Facebook...and called me....and texted me.
And I never answered....at all...not even once. Because...really, I'm not trying to be called upon the witness stand after he expresses his true feelings at the class reunion.
So there you have it. I rejected a man in three different forms of communication.
Does that make it harsher. No, I don't think so. Because it also gave him three different ways to bug the crap out of me...for a month. (Yeah, I'm going to say that taking hints weren't his strong suit.)
Now before you right me off as a bi$#%, I've had my fare share of electronic induced stress.
Specifically the type brought on by that unbelievably long wait during your typical email flirt session. You send him a suitably flirtatious email with just the right amount of sweet and then you wait...and wait.
Its the equivalent to that painfully long pause on the phone when you're talking to a guy and you've said something so mind-numbingly dumb that he has to school his response before he answers because...well, he does still want to sleep with you.
But the email pause is worse. Why? Well, even if you've said the right thing. Even if you crafted the perfect witty response to whatever joke he just made, you still have to wait and you have no idea why.
He may have lost his internet connection...he may be distracted by people he's actually in the room with...he may even be working on his thoughtful retort.
But you don't know that. All you have is a fifteen minute panic attack as you stare at the screen begging that damn pop up window to tell you've got mail.
Do I think all this technology has made relationships more strenuous and difficult. No.
Do I think its made dating richer and more engaged? ....No.
Its just a new flavor on the menu.
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Every morning while getting dressed I have play Morning Express with Robin Meade on the television. I like her because she's light and fluffy and gives the news in bite size chunks which my wholly non-news minded brain can process. Well, this morning one of the top stories was about how musicians are going before congress to force radio stations to pay to play their music.
THE HELL?!?!?!
According to reports, Sheryl Crow, will.i.am, Herbie Hancock and other entertainers on Tuesday urged Congress to force radio stations to pay performers when their music is broadcast.
I could bring up the stupidity of bringing legislation against a business in the middle of recession in which businesses are crashing left and right, INCLUDING the peripheral type of business they are attacking, but I think that's a given.
No, my argument is that this wouldn't even work in a stable economy.
The musicFIRST Coalition, the group formed by these narcissists, is arguing that Satellite radio, Internet radio and cable TV music channels already pay fees to performers and musicians, along with songwriter royalties. AM and FM radio stations do not pay performers' royalties, just songwriters.
Well, yes that's true, but there's a fundamental difference between radio and those other services. People are paying to listen to these services. No one is paying radio. Radio functions under the same principle as television (the medium in which I earn my paycheck), they provide free content as long as you sit through their advertisers shtick.
For anyone who know anything about advertisement knows that hasn't really been working to well since the advent of DVRs and...well...satellite radio. Think about it. What was the last commercial you sat through while watching your favorite show? When was the last time you didn't change stations when a commercial came on the radio? Heck, when was the last time you listened to the radio?
As for songwriters getting paid...well, they got in when the getting was good. You snooze, you lose. Maybe is you could write your own music...well....
Demanding payment from radio is like getting mad at the special needs greeter for not knowing exactly what aisle you can find foot powder.
Radio and television stations aren't rolling in the green right now and all this legislation is going to do is cost innocent workers (i.e. people like me) their jobs when these stations cut costs to pay for Patti LaBelle's new wig.
Will.i.am and the rest of these greedy bastards should try making decent records for once instead of demanding cash for the crap they have out now...oh, wait, but he's too busy playing with holograms and nut-tugging on Obama. My bad....
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THE HELL?!?!?!
According to reports, Sheryl Crow, will.i.am, Herbie Hancock and other entertainers on Tuesday urged Congress to force radio stations to pay performers when their music is broadcast.
I could bring up the stupidity of bringing legislation against a business in the middle of recession in which businesses are crashing left and right, INCLUDING the peripheral type of business they are attacking, but I think that's a given.
No, my argument is that this wouldn't even work in a stable economy.
The musicFIRST Coalition, the group formed by these narcissists, is arguing that Satellite radio, Internet radio and cable TV music channels already pay fees to performers and musicians, along with songwriter royalties. AM and FM radio stations do not pay performers' royalties, just songwriters.
Well, yes that's true, but there's a fundamental difference between radio and those other services. People are paying to listen to these services. No one is paying radio. Radio functions under the same principle as television (the medium in which I earn my paycheck), they provide free content as long as you sit through their advertisers shtick.
For anyone who know anything about advertisement knows that hasn't really been working to well since the advent of DVRs and...well...satellite radio. Think about it. What was the last commercial you sat through while watching your favorite show? When was the last time you didn't change stations when a commercial came on the radio? Heck, when was the last time you listened to the radio?
As for songwriters getting paid...well, they got in when the getting was good. You snooze, you lose. Maybe is you could write your own music...well....
Demanding payment from radio is like getting mad at the special needs greeter for not knowing exactly what aisle you can find foot powder.
Radio and television stations aren't rolling in the green right now and all this legislation is going to do is cost innocent workers (i.e. people like me) their jobs when these stations cut costs to pay for Patti LaBelle's new wig.
Will.i.am and the rest of these greedy bastards should try making decent records for once instead of demanding cash for the crap they have out now...oh, wait, but he's too busy playing with holograms and nut-tugging on Obama. My bad....
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This is the Pepsi Max commercial that is running in Europe. Much better than the slapstick "I'm Good" campaign they have running here.
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Judges allegedly took $2.6 million in payoffs to put juveniles in lockups .
WILKES-BARRE, Pa. - For years, the juvenile court system in Wilkes-Barre operated like a conveyor belt: Youngsters were brought before judges without a lawyer, given hearings that lasted only a minute or two, and then sent off to juvenile prison for months for minor offenses.
The explanation, prosecutors say, was corruption on the bench.
For more on this story click here.
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Warning: Mature content. Not suitable for children and bubble-headed chicks who should no better. YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED.So a few weeks ago I was perusing the bargain table at Borders. I am an avid reader, but due to our current economic times, full price is reserved for those literary gems that deserve certain recognition (you know, like the latest Harry Potter novel).
As I gazed at the usual fair wondering if Tuesday's with Morrie will ever peek my fancy enough to pick it up (two years on and no go), I come across this....
I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell
Well, with a cover like that, who wouldn't pick it up. I turn it over to read the description and this is what I find....
"My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world."
Wow...just wow. Well, of course you know, I had to buy it.
Now anyone who had met or spoken to me knows I have what some polite people would call a quick wit.
My friends, however, would call me a smart ass.
This book was right up my alley.
"...In Hell" is a collection of short stories written by Tucker Max, a humorist and Internet personality who started a blog on a bet back in 2002 regaling tales of his many many bar conquests. It made the NY Times bestseller list in 2006, 2007, 2008...and 2009. Off to a good start so far.
So for the past week and a half I have been guffawing, gasping and damn right laughing out loud at this foolishness. I have already regaled some of my friends with some of the more salient points of the book...and gotten disgusted looks in return.
And I couldn't care less.
This is guy is the epitome of EVERYTHING your mother told you to look out for when dating...HE is the reason you're always supposed to carry a $20 in your purse for cab fare...HE is the reason you don't go out without a good girlfriend who has your back...I'd almost go as far to say HE is the reason for birth control.
Let me give you an example. This is an exert from one of the chapters appropriately (or inappropriately depending on your viewpoint) titled:
"Tucker F**ks a Fat Girl; Hilarity Ensues"
(FYI...all censorship is on my part. He has no qualms about language)
"We've all done it. We've all accidentally f**ked a fat girl. ....... Getting smashed and goin' hoggin' is almost a rite of passage for the American male." [p. 46]
He then proceeds to recount a tale in which he was so ashamed by a fat girl he picked up online, that he threw her clothes out the window after sex so that she would have to leave in a hurry and not meet his roommates who were in the living room.
This, sadly, is one of the tamer stories. This guy is horrible to the point of unbelievable at times. The things he's said and did make him one of the lowest forms of life, but why did I like the book you ask?
One: He is a good writer. Each story was engaging.
Each time I wondered, Could it get any worse?"
Would he be able to still get laid acting like such a jerk?
Yes...and, sadly yes.
Which brings me to my next point as to why I liked this book. It is a log of all the stupid vacuous bi**hes I can't stand. A testament to all the bimbos we think only exist in National Lampoon movies.
Let me ask the ladies out there a question...if a guy walked up to you and said, "My name is [insert name here] and I am going to law school at Duke so I can be really rich and buy shiny things for my wife. What's your name?" [p. 97] would you sneak off with him an hour later to some random RV to have sex on a stranger's bed?
If a guy you met in a bar in VEGAS told you he was in a Christian Rap band and said his name was "Big Baby Jesus" and his friends were "The Beat Boxin Prophet" and "DJ Orthodoxy". would you take him back to your friend's house and screw him on the couch in the basement? [p.84-88]
If the guy you took to a party started flirting with another girl and when you ask him, "Why do you keep talking to her instead of me?", he says, "I like her", would you then take him upstairs to give him fellatio to prove you're better than her? [p.89-91]
If you answered "no", you have sense. If you answered "yes" to any of the above...get the hell off my planet.
I hate to say that the majority of the girls in this book got exactly what was coming to them..but yeah, I'm gonna.
This man is an ass. He admits freely how horrible he is...he even named the book with the express realization he is going to hell. According to a few chapters he has gotten his comeuppance (the fake chlamydia scare is my personal favorite), but overall he's gotten away with alot.
He does douche things the first time he meets these girls and still gets laid.
Hell, some of the chapters even recount stories of women WHO MET HIM THROUGH HIS WEBSITE which recounts these horrible tales and still wanted to screw him.
So cheers to Tucker Max. He's an upfront jackass, but they are delusional sh**-for brains.
...and I'll take jerk over stupid any day....just not to my bed.
UPDATE: Apparently there is a movie based on the book slated to be released sometime this year. Guess whose going to be first in line?!
[Images courtesy of wikipedia.org]
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Love it! Speaking from a professional perspective, a feel good moment will win out over the hard sell most of the time.
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For anyone whose been by my blog recently may have noticed that my template went to hell in a handbasket. Who knew that if you went over your flickr (or photobucket, I don't really keep up with this type of thing) bandwith limitation, they stopped linking any of the pictures? Communist bastards....
So (Fanfare) we have a new design now. Actually I think I like it better, but a lot of my widgets went "bye bye". I'll try to clean and rearrange over the next few days.
Smooches!
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So (Fanfare) we have a new design now. Actually I think I like it better, but a lot of my widgets went "bye bye". I'll try to clean and rearrange over the next few days.
Smooches!
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I had the pleasure, or depending on your opinion, the displeasure, of reading the book on which the movie was based. The author, Greg Behrendt, gives a startling and uncomfortable look into the male psyche...and how completely simplistic it is. Apparently, women's first mistake when it comes to relationships, is giving a man too much credit. Think of a man like a five-year-old. If he wants the shiny toy, he'll do whatever he has to to get it and won't stop until its his. If he doesn't make a grab for it, well..."He's just not that into you".
Fine. I get it. If he wants you, he wants you. If he doesn't, he doesn't. Simple...to the point and you can wrap it into a nice little catchphrase. But what about the middle ground guys? Those guys that want to play with the new toy really bad at first, but then get bored with it? The guy who can't decide if he likes the new toy, but hasn't decided to put it down yet? Or the guy who calls out of the blue every few weeks, does his damnedest to get on your good side, but is gone faster than bad Chinese?(Okay, I lost my toy metaphor, but you get what I'm saying.)
The book, while mildly entertaining and informative, discusses the intense passion a man should have, but never delves into the mild flirtation that many of us has more experience with. Whose to say you want him to call you the next day? "Bug-a-boo" was recorded for a reason, you know.
But this isn't why I started this post. I didn't come here to discuss what a man thinks or feels, because in my near Thirties cynicism, I'm starting to question whether these creatures exist. (Kidding...mostly) I'm here to talk about this genre that both the book and movie exploit.
Now I haven't seen the movie (nor do I plan to), but I can guarantee that in the end of this farce they will probably portray an wholly unattainable ending where everyone ends up with who exactly they are supposed to be with and live happily ever after no matter how implausible it may seem.
This does not compute with reality. Happily ever after only exist in Disney movies. Heck, even one of the stars of the film thought she had what was considered by many a "happily ever after" and it walked away with a nice pair of lips and a huge rack.
So what am I so angry about do you ask? Is it simply the bitter single in me rearing its beautifully coiffed head?
...maybe a little. But my main problem is...Why now? Its Valentine's for pity's sake!!!
Valentine's Day, a day which is noted for one of three times a year(See: Christmas and New Year's) when single women status is considered a communicable disease that must be treated with whatever loser can be picked up in time. When pity and "I'm glad I'm not you" is the major reactions you get from your paired friends and family.
So at the lowest of the low you want me to sit through another movie illustrating to me how my relationships fail?! And don't even think of giving me that crap that this is a date movie. What man in their right mind would suggest to their date, "Hey, let's go see that movie that points out how I'm just screwing you and will probably dump you later?" and what woman would suggest, "I really want to see that Jennifer Aniston movie where she spends half the movie being a shrew about getting married the way I'm probably doing to you!"
No this movie is purely for the lonely, pathetic single girls who the filmmakers KNOW have nothing better to do. They know we'll show up with our pathetic single girlfriends, watch till we're almost in tears, then go to some bar and rip into our exes and vow that it will never happen again.
Well, that's some bull $#!+...and you know what? I'm just not that into it.
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*According to Ty Inc., these dolls bear no resemblance to Malia or Sasha Obama, they say there is "...nothing on the dolls that refers to the Obama girls. It would not be fair to say they are exact replications of these girls. They are not.” Right....
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Apparently, screwing with the Queen's Guard isn't the tourist attraction it used to be.
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Its become a staple of celebrity life. You want to make TV shows and movies? Someone is going to dig through your trash. Even those with little or no talent *cough* Kim Kardashian *cough* are subjected to the same irrational invasion of privacy simply because the public finds you interesting right now.
Now, in principle, I have no problem with this. Its the hazards of the job. In most regular job descriptions it says, "Must be able to lift 50 lbs and must be available to work some holidays." For a celebrity it reads, "Must be willing to have every relationship meticulously examined by media and must look flawless even when going to the gas station." They signed up for it, they know the drill...but sometimes it goes too far.
Now don't think I'm feeling sorry for the likes of Britney Spears and Heidi Klum. My pity is something they definitely do not need. No, my problem with the media's war on celebrity privacy is the civilian casualties, namely their children.
See the story goes, "Mommy wanted to be a big star and have their name in lights. She wanted everyone to take her picture!" And so as a trade off Mommy has to fight through a pack of paparazzi and have her divorce splayed over every grocery store rag from Seattle to Crab Apple Cove. That's fine for Mommy, but is it fair to the kid who's being dragged along in the wake?
Where did this concern come from you ask? Well, last week I was googling one of my guilty pleasure TV shows, "Jon and Kate +8" (Yes, I know, don't judge me) and I found some very disturbing things. Now, for those uninformed viewers, Jon and Kate is a reality show on TLC which chronicles the lives of a family that contains two sets of multiples, twins and sextuplets.
I got into this show originally because of how fresh and open the parents were. They weren't some religious zealots like some other television families with a lot of kids, and they talked to each other like other couples I know...with a good dose of yelling. Unfortunately, the show has been on long enough and become a cash cow with little or no ties to reality anymore, but the kids are cute, so I continue to TiVo.
No my problem wasn't with the greedy stage parent antics. No my problem was this. A blog on nypost.com named Madelyn Gosselin, one of the seven-year-old twins on the show, one of the "top ten most useless characters on television". This is by far one of the most uncalled for and blatantly vicious attacks I have ever read.
The author, Jarett Wieselman, tries to soften his comments by admitting that Maddy is a child that never asked to be filmed, but then sort of negates that by saying, "She possess every quality - selfish, egocentric, whiner, not a joiner - that parents would use genetic testing to eradicate if it were an option. But considering J&K have eight kids, they should feel lucky only one bares the mark of the beast. "
Now I don't care how bratty the kid can be, admittedly she's no angel, but it is never NEVER OKAY TO VERBALLY ATTACK A CHILD for reacting to something she has no control over. Three times a week a bunch of strangers come into her house and film her regardless of whether she's in a good mood or not. To add insult to injury, they're not even there for her. They want to see the sextuplets. She and her sister are merely the side show and have been that way since her little brothers and sisters where born. She didn't ask to be on TV and you judge her because she's not always happy about it?!
If this vitriol was reserved to this one blogger, I could probably let this go, but its not just Maddy incurring the wrath of the small minded. I've seen posts on popular sites, such as Perez Hilton, ripping in Heidi Klum's son, Henry, because he didn't meet Hollywood's standards of adorable.
When did this become alright? When did it become okay to berate children? To rifle through their trash because they're in the sphere of a famous person?
Not too long ago we got to watch the growing pains of George W.'s twins in all its technicolor glory. Now that we have two preteens in the white house are they fair game? Are they going to plaster Malia's first boyfriend on People magazine? Are Sasha's awkward teen years going to be fair game for Perez as well?
Enough is enough. None of these kids signed up for this, Mom and Dad did not them. They're not fair game, so back off.
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WASHINGTON (AP) - After the flub heard around the world, President Barack Obama has taken the oath of office. Again. Chief Justice John Roberts delivered the oath to Obama on Wednesday night at the White House — a rare do-over.
The surprise moment came in response to Tuesday's much-noticed stumble, when Roberts got the words of the oath a little off, which prompted Obama to do so, too. For more on this story click here.
Sounds a bit like overkill to me, but too each his own.
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These are just a few of the pictures from around the globe celebrating the Inauguration of the United States 44th President, Barack Obama.
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WASHINGTON (AP) - One of President Barack Obama's first acts Tuesday was to put the brakes on all pending regulations that the Bush administration tried to push through in its waning days.
Let the sh** stirring commence!!!
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Associated Press - Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, ill with a brain tumor, was hospitalized Tuesday but quickly reported feeling well after suffering a seizure at a post-inauguration luncheon for President Barack Obama.
For more on this story, click here.
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Personal Truism: Bush was the worst president so far in my lifetime. Two wars, a trillion dollar deficit and lies upon lies stacking up over an eight year period; seeing his retreating back did not come soon enough for me.
Personal Truism: Barack Obama is an intelligent, thoughtful man who gives me hope for reform and a new age of personal responsibility in government.
Current Public Fervor: Barack Obama will fix everything and the world will be Nirvana once again
...ehh, I think that's reaching a bit.
I've noticed over the last few months the mass hysteria that has gripped this country. Since November, people have have reveled in a jubilation not seen since the since the drug fueled Sixties. Some have even compared the fervor to the second coming.
Now it has been awhile since I've read my bible, especially revelations, but nowhere do I recall in Thessalonians do I recall reading "...and he shall become president and fix the world." I do have high hopes for Barack Obama.
I believe he can bring much needed change to this country, but I'm keeping perspective. A lot of damage has been done to this country and its reputation over the years, so lets not expect too much too soon.
You put the man on too high of a pedestal and its a long way down.
Congratulations to our 44th President, Barack Obama. I wish him the best and have reasonable hope for him over the next four years. Good Luck, President Obama!
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Personal Truism: Barack Obama is an intelligent, thoughtful man who gives me hope for reform and a new age of personal responsibility in government.
Current Public Fervor: Barack Obama will fix everything and the world will be Nirvana once again
...ehh, I think that's reaching a bit.
I've noticed over the last few months the mass hysteria that has gripped this country. Since November, people have have reveled in a jubilation not seen since the since the drug fueled Sixties. Some have even compared the fervor to the second coming.
Now it has been awhile since I've read my bible, especially revelations, but nowhere do I recall in Thessalonians do I recall reading "...and he shall become president and fix the world." I do have high hopes for Barack Obama.
I believe he can bring much needed change to this country, but I'm keeping perspective. A lot of damage has been done to this country and its reputation over the years, so lets not expect too much too soon.
You put the man on too high of a pedestal and its a long way down.
Congratulations to our 44th President, Barack Obama. I wish him the best and have reasonable hope for him over the next four years. Good Luck, President Obama!
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Today we honor a great man who had a dream.......
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These ads are not recent, but I have to say, some of the most effective anti-drug use ads I've ever seen.
The Montana Meth project have been running a series of TV, print and web campaigns which have garnered much attention for their "in-your-face" and graphic imagery and, according to some sources, are being considered for duplication by other states such as Arizona.
For more info on The Montana Meth Project, click here.
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Steven Joseph Christopher of Wisconsin was arraigned today in federal court in Jackson for making threats against President-elect Barack Obama on the Internet chat forum on Jan. 11 and 15.
For more on this story, click here.
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Jesse McCartney improves upon a usually very annoying T-Pain number.
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Such a legacy...
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