Happy Wednesday Everyone!!!
Just a few things to help you through the mid week blahs... these are actual commercials for actual products. I kid you not. These things actually exist. Apparently the FCC people may have dropped the ball on these gems. ENJOY!
First up... the Tiddy Bear...
Next we have the... Hawaii Chair...
And last but not least... the Shake Weight...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Go Sat Down!
Some one really needs to tell Kanye West to go SAT his ignorant behind down and get over himself. Really.
So I am a day behind on this but whatever, football was on so I didn't have time to watch the first broadcast of the MTV Video Music Awards, but true to form MTV re-airs things like fifty eleven times, so I dvr'd the re-air last night (because I was again watching football). During a commercial break I happened to flip over to MTV and had the pleasure of watching Mr. Kanye "Bush doesn't like black people" West once again be a total douche bag and ruin what should have been a happy moment for Taylor Swift.
Ok, Kanye, we get it, you like Bey. Most of us do. Even if you hate her, you cannot deny that she goes hard in her shows and works her butt off, but she is NOT the greatest entertainer that ever lived, and maybe not even of this generation. Furthermore I am sure that she does not need you to confirm her status. That is what she has Jigga for (I kid. Maybe.)
I for one thought Bey was going to win that one, and like Taylor Swift (seriously did you see her face, she was surprised and confused) was pleasantly surprised when they called her name. She herself even stated that she didn't think someone who sang country would get the award. She showed humility and grace, then Mr. Douchye West had to come and show that once again for all his mic skills his social graces are sorely lacking. (I wondered at that point if he was contractually obligated to be an ass at award shows)
Hip hop does not own MTV, neither does Bey, and apparently the people that voted picked the video that they liked. Now don't get me wrong, I like the video for Single Ladies, the dance routine is on point, and one of these days I will learn the whole thing, but the video for You Belong to Me is actually one of my faves right now because it tells such a cute story. It is like a mini movie and I am sure a lot of people can relate to it. Bey gets cool points in my book for foregoing her acceptance speech in order to let Taylor finish hers.
Kanye performed with Jay-Z, and Rihanna on the premier of the new Leno show last night and before the performance he sat down with Leno, and I give Leno points for asking him what he thought his mother would have had to say about his actions. I think from now on Kanye should ask himself that when he feels the douchebagery urges overtaking him. "What would momma think/say?" Maybe that could save him from so often putting his foot in his mouth.
So I am a day behind on this but whatever, football was on so I didn't have time to watch the first broadcast of the MTV Video Music Awards, but true to form MTV re-airs things like fifty eleven times, so I dvr'd the re-air last night (because I was again watching football). During a commercial break I happened to flip over to MTV and had the pleasure of watching Mr. Kanye "Bush doesn't like black people" West once again be a total douche bag and ruin what should have been a happy moment for Taylor Swift.
Ok, Kanye, we get it, you like Bey. Most of us do. Even if you hate her, you cannot deny that she goes hard in her shows and works her butt off, but she is NOT the greatest entertainer that ever lived, and maybe not even of this generation. Furthermore I am sure that she does not need you to confirm her status. That is what she has Jigga for (I kid. Maybe.)
I for one thought Bey was going to win that one, and like Taylor Swift (seriously did you see her face, she was surprised and confused) was pleasantly surprised when they called her name. She herself even stated that she didn't think someone who sang country would get the award. She showed humility and grace, then Mr. Douchye West had to come and show that once again for all his mic skills his social graces are sorely lacking. (I wondered at that point if he was contractually obligated to be an ass at award shows)
Hip hop does not own MTV, neither does Bey, and apparently the people that voted picked the video that they liked. Now don't get me wrong, I like the video for Single Ladies, the dance routine is on point, and one of these days I will learn the whole thing, but the video for You Belong to Me is actually one of my faves right now because it tells such a cute story. It is like a mini movie and I am sure a lot of people can relate to it. Bey gets cool points in my book for foregoing her acceptance speech in order to let Taylor finish hers.
Kanye performed with Jay-Z, and Rihanna on the premier of the new Leno show last night and before the performance he sat down with Leno, and I give Leno points for asking him what he thought his mother would have had to say about his actions. I think from now on Kanye should ask himself that when he feels the douchebagery urges overtaking him. "What would momma think/say?" Maybe that could save him from so often putting his foot in his mouth.
Friday, September 11, 2009
In Memory Of
Those who lost their lives eight years ago.
I Remember by Rosanne Yu
This time of year I think back to Sept, 2001.
I remember, Monday, Sept 10, 2001 so clearly. I remember looking out from my office on the 94th Floor in 2 World Trade Center. I remember that the view was spectular. Little did I know that it would be the last time I would ever see such a view. I remember working late and taking the car service home. I remember being annoyed at Josh since he rushed off and left me to finish up. Little did I realize that would be the last time I would ever see or speak to him ever.
I remember my alarm clock not going off on the morning of Sept 11, 2001. I remember being annoyed that I just missed the train. I remember being pissed off that the next train was delayed since I had a 10 million trade for the MET account and I didn't have time to be late for work. Little did I realize this all factored in why I am still alive today.
I remember rushing off the train and rushing to my office in 2 WTC.
I remember the chaos when I entered into the lobby of 2 WTC.
I remember thinking that they were filming a scene for Spiderman and wouldn't it be cool if I was an extra in a movie. Then I thought to myself why are they filming at 8:46am when everyone is heading to work. Reality then crashed in. I realized that something was seriously wrong and this was not a scene in a movie. People were trampling on each other. A man ran past me screaming 'bomb'.
Security was not letting anyone take the elevators. I recognized one of my coworkers in the crowd. He didn't stop - he yelled "Run Rosanne" and continue to run.
Another coworker grabbed me and said there was some accident and we needed to leave. As I entered the concourse, I looked up. I remember seeing the billowing smoke and the gaping hole where the plane crashed into 1 WTC. I was in shock and I realized that I was an eyewitness to a historic moment.
On that day, I did everything I could but I realized that I'm not in control. Even in the midst of chaos and danger, God guided me and brought me to safety.
As I remember the events, I realized that I am so grateful to be alive. Life is a gift. I'm grateful for my friends and family. I am so blessed. For anyone who is feeling hopeless, I want to say there is hope.
For anyone who is feeling restless, I want to say there is peace.
God is good! Life is good! I love you all! Remember his goodness always!
I Remember by Rosanne Yu
This time of year I think back to Sept, 2001.
I remember, Monday, Sept 10, 2001 so clearly. I remember looking out from my office on the 94th Floor in 2 World Trade Center. I remember that the view was spectular. Little did I know that it would be the last time I would ever see such a view. I remember working late and taking the car service home. I remember being annoyed at Josh since he rushed off and left me to finish up. Little did I realize that would be the last time I would ever see or speak to him ever.
I remember my alarm clock not going off on the morning of Sept 11, 2001. I remember being annoyed that I just missed the train. I remember being pissed off that the next train was delayed since I had a 10 million trade for the MET account and I didn't have time to be late for work. Little did I realize this all factored in why I am still alive today.
I remember rushing off the train and rushing to my office in 2 WTC.
I remember the chaos when I entered into the lobby of 2 WTC.
I remember thinking that they were filming a scene for Spiderman and wouldn't it be cool if I was an extra in a movie. Then I thought to myself why are they filming at 8:46am when everyone is heading to work. Reality then crashed in. I realized that something was seriously wrong and this was not a scene in a movie. People were trampling on each other. A man ran past me screaming 'bomb'.
Security was not letting anyone take the elevators. I recognized one of my coworkers in the crowd. He didn't stop - he yelled "Run Rosanne" and continue to run.
Another coworker grabbed me and said there was some accident and we needed to leave. As I entered the concourse, I looked up. I remember seeing the billowing smoke and the gaping hole where the plane crashed into 1 WTC. I was in shock and I realized that I was an eyewitness to a historic moment.
On that day, I did everything I could but I realized that I'm not in control. Even in the midst of chaos and danger, God guided me and brought me to safety.
As I remember the events, I realized that I am so grateful to be alive. Life is a gift. I'm grateful for my friends and family. I am so blessed. For anyone who is feeling hopeless, I want to say there is hope.
For anyone who is feeling restless, I want to say there is peace.
God is good! Life is good! I love you all! Remember his goodness always!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Public Private Parts
Now that it has finally really gotten hot, it seems like there are more people walking the streets naked. So in an effort to save my retinas and prevent someone from getting beat down on the day that I finally snap, here are the three point five (yes I spelled it out, so what) things to remember about dressing oneself properly in hot weather.
1. Wear Clothes.
It really is very simple. Wear actual clothes. You know things like shirts, pants, skirts. They are readily accessible everywhere and depending on where you shop are not really that expensive.
2. Underwear is NOT optional.
Unless you are an infant with a healing diaper rash, there is no reason to be out and about without undergarments on. Ladies, no one (at least no one that is not on the pervy side) wants to see your milkshakes jiggling like they have the palsey. Dudes, seriously, crack is whack and nasty. No one wants to see that. NO.ONE.
2a. UNDERwear.
It is called UNDERware for a reason. It goes under your clothes and should NOT be seen. Also, stop wearing UNDERware as OUTERware. Please.
3. Know (and accept) your size.
Since when did it become universally accepted to wear clothes that are either three sizes too small or two sizes too big? If you are a grown behind (literally and figuratively) woman, stop shopping in the Junior's section. Just stop it. Walking around looking like you have an inner tube under your shirt is not the business at all. Butt cheeks in the street, disrespectful. Having your back look like rows of sausages cause that tie back shirt is too small, ridiculous. If you are a schemedium at best stop shopping in the husky section (this applies more to guys than dolls). You can't go hard while holding your pants (or really long shorts?? wtf is that about? really) up. It is not gangster to look like you are wearing a night shirt circa Little House on the Prairie, unless you want people to start calling you Pa.
I'm getting really tired of half nekkid people walking the streets man. Really tired.
1. Wear Clothes.
It really is very simple. Wear actual clothes. You know things like shirts, pants, skirts. They are readily accessible everywhere and depending on where you shop are not really that expensive.
2. Underwear is NOT optional.
Unless you are an infant with a healing diaper rash, there is no reason to be out and about without undergarments on. Ladies, no one (at least no one that is not on the pervy side) wants to see your milkshakes jiggling like they have the palsey. Dudes, seriously, crack is whack and nasty. No one wants to see that. NO.ONE.
2a. UNDERwear.
It is called UNDERware for a reason. It goes under your clothes and should NOT be seen. Also, stop wearing UNDERware as OUTERware. Please.
3. Know (and accept) your size.
Since when did it become universally accepted to wear clothes that are either three sizes too small or two sizes too big? If you are a grown behind (literally and figuratively) woman, stop shopping in the Junior's section. Just stop it. Walking around looking like you have an inner tube under your shirt is not the business at all. Butt cheeks in the street, disrespectful. Having your back look like rows of sausages cause that tie back shirt is too small, ridiculous. If you are a schemedium at best stop shopping in the husky section (this applies more to guys than dolls). You can't go hard while holding your pants (or really long shorts?? wtf is that about? really) up. It is not gangster to look like you are wearing a night shirt circa Little House on the Prairie, unless you want people to start calling you Pa.
I'm getting really tired of half nekkid people walking the streets man. Really tired.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Obligitory Foolishness
I'm watching the best of the Joy of Painting... that makes me mellow and thoughtful, but that is neither here nor there...
What is the rational behind trying to convince someone to do something that they clearly do not want to do?
I have never understood people who talk (or try to) someone into doing something that they CLEARLY are against by using the "you owe me" rational. How does this even make sense? If your actions are supposedly out of kindness and allegedly altruistic, then how does obligation even enter the picture?
Or in another scenario those people who want you to do something for them or want you to acknowledge them when they don't deserve it. How do you for all intents and purposes ignore a person all the time, but want them to claim and acknowledge you in front of others. Seriously, how does one do that? Even Jesus said that if you deny me then I will deny you to my father, and He is way more forgiving than most people I know (myself included). Does genetic relationship oblige a default relationship?
This phenomenon clearly confuses me.
Your thoughts?
What is the rational behind trying to convince someone to do something that they clearly do not want to do?
I have never understood people who talk (or try to) someone into doing something that they CLEARLY are against by using the "you owe me" rational. How does this even make sense? If your actions are supposedly out of kindness and allegedly altruistic, then how does obligation even enter the picture?
Or in another scenario those people who want you to do something for them or want you to acknowledge them when they don't deserve it. How do you for all intents and purposes ignore a person all the time, but want them to claim and acknowledge you in front of others. Seriously, how does one do that? Even Jesus said that if you deny me then I will deny you to my father, and He is way more forgiving than most people I know (myself included). Does genetic relationship oblige a default relationship?
This phenomenon clearly confuses me.
Your thoughts?
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Glass houses and other random stuff that I want to talk about...
People that live in glass houses should not throw stones. You know because why? Because I can stay in my glass house and pelt rocks at you standing on the street outside said house. I may hit you a few times, but a lot of those rocks would miss. Now if you choose to retaliate and pelt rocks at my glass house, then you don't even have to hit me. You just need to hit the section closest to where I am with a big enough rock to cause it to shatter into a million pieces one of which could possibly catch me in the jugular or femoral artery and BAM. I dead.
So if you live in a glass house, don't pelt rocks. It could get you dead.
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Two-faced people irk me. They really do. What annoys me most about them is that they will talk all kinds of sullbhit about you and try to make you seem like the bad person, when in fact THEY are doing (for real) the very thing they are accusing you (incorrectly and unjustly) of doing. Things done in the dark always have a way of coming out into the light.
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Being comfortable in your own skin is a wonderful thing, but I don't necessarily need to be comfortable in your skin as well. Now that summer has finally decided to show up I am forced once again to deal with women and men alike who apparently do NOT know how to dress themselves. I swear foh the Father, Son, Holy Ghost, the Cherubims, Seraphims, and all the saints that if I have to see some females parts in the streets or be in a position to know if her hair colour is natural or not, I will NOT BE HAPPY!. I mean come on now. cover that up! And dudes. You know what. Crack is whack. Whitney may have been on it when she said that, but sometimes crackheads say the darndest things. I don't want to see your crack. I don't want to know that you have a daffy duck drawers fetish. I.Just.Don't.
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No means No. If you ask me something and I tell you No, don't bother asking again cause the answer will still be No. There are certain things that are non negotiable in my world. Don't bother trying to change my mind. Don't try having long discussions trying to get me to see it your way. Won't happen. Does that make me stubborn? Yep. Do I care? Nope.
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Live yah life.. ayyyya ayyyya ayyyya....
Seriously. Just live YOUR life. Not the life that someone else (other than God) wants for you, but the life that you want for yourself. Do you and be happy.
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That is all.
So if you live in a glass house, don't pelt rocks. It could get you dead.
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Two-faced people irk me. They really do. What annoys me most about them is that they will talk all kinds of sullbhit about you and try to make you seem like the bad person, when in fact THEY are doing (for real) the very thing they are accusing you (incorrectly and unjustly) of doing. Things done in the dark always have a way of coming out into the light.
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Being comfortable in your own skin is a wonderful thing, but I don't necessarily need to be comfortable in your skin as well. Now that summer has finally decided to show up I am forced once again to deal with women and men alike who apparently do NOT know how to dress themselves. I swear foh the Father, Son, Holy Ghost, the Cherubims, Seraphims, and all the saints that if I have to see some females parts in the streets or be in a position to know if her hair colour is natural or not, I will NOT BE HAPPY!. I mean come on now. cover that up! And dudes. You know what. Crack is whack. Whitney may have been on it when she said that, but sometimes crackheads say the darndest things. I don't want to see your crack. I don't want to know that you have a daffy duck drawers fetish. I.Just.Don't.
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No means No. If you ask me something and I tell you No, don't bother asking again cause the answer will still be No. There are certain things that are non negotiable in my world. Don't bother trying to change my mind. Don't try having long discussions trying to get me to see it your way. Won't happen. Does that make me stubborn? Yep. Do I care? Nope.
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Live yah life.. ayyyya ayyyya ayyyya....
Seriously. Just live YOUR life. Not the life that someone else (other than God) wants for you, but the life that you want for yourself. Do you and be happy.
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That is all.
Friday, June 26, 2009
In every generation...
There is that person who forever changes the music scene.
They break barriers, shatter records, and raise the game to a whole new level.
However, there are times when a single person comes along who moves from generation to generation evolving in such a way that it almost seems like the times change to fit them and not the other way around.
In my life time I was lucky enough to have witnessed such a phenomenon.
He thrilled us with his electrifying dance moves.
He marched to the beat of a different drummer.
He was as bad as he wanted to be.
And he was one smooth operator.
He was Michael Jackson. The King of Pop.
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