This is blatantly ripped off from somewhere else. I don’t know the original source. Someone on Yelp claimed she got it in an email forward, so I can’t attribute this to its author. Also, this is not to say that I am or am not in the age range mentioned, I just found I could relate to many of these. With no further ado, the list:
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?
Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
One day recently, Cynthia Newton’s 12-year-old daughter asked her for help with homework, but Newton didn’t want to help her, because she was too busy on Facebook. So her daughter went upstairs to her room and sent an e-mail asking her for help, but Newton didn’t see the e-mail, because, well, she was too busy on Facebook.
Wow, the poor daughter… at least the Cynthia has admitted she has a problem. That’s the first step.
Although there are no statistics on “Facebook addiction” — it isn’t an actual medical diagnosis — therapists say they’re seeing more and more people like Newton who’ve crossed the line from social networking to social dysfunction.
This doesn’t surprise me. From my observations, Facebook can be highly addicting, and is a giant time sink. While I don’t know anyone who has reached the epic level of dysfunction Cynthia has, I do have friends (who shall remain nameless) who can’t seem to make it through a meal at a restaurant without checking Facebook on their phones.
No, this isn’t a post about underwear… I’m too lazy to write full-blown blog entries, so I’m just posting some brief snippets of things that I find interesting right now.
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th, the second one in a row.
The day after is Pi Day! I plan to celebrate by eating pie. Maybe I’ll even calculate the circumference and area of the pie before I eat it! What are your plans?
I haven’t really seen Peanut Butter Twix–which was one of my favorites–in a long time. Apparently they were discontinued for awhile, but were brought back briefly and then were discontinued again. Anyway, I was excited to see a commercial for Twix PB. This candy is like Peanut Butter Twix, but with a chocolate cookie part instead of the vanilla cookie in the original. It appears that Twix PB was introduced in 2007, yet I don’t remember ever seeing one. What’s up with that? Of course this “new” candy is gettingmixedreviews, so I’ll have to try to find one to taste it for myself.
The Sears Tower is going to be renamed. The fuck? Hell no, we won’t go (along with that bullshit)! OK so Sears hasn’t had any offices in the building for a long time, and lost naming rights a few years ago. I don’t care. I don’t even associate the Tower with the stupid stores. The Sears Tower is an icon. You don’t rename a mother-fucking icon (nor paint it silver)! I will not call it by its new name, Willis Tower. The name was given away to a British insurance company who will be occupying a relatively small amount of space in the building (though it will be the largest new tenant since 2001). I guess management really is desperate for tenants.
Here’s an oldie-but-goodie (though I don’t recall having seen the video before) that came up at game night, while playing Mag Blast. I’m sharing it here so you all can get it stuck in your head too.
I am a social networking resister. I do not Myspace. I do not Facebook. I did use friendster. I remember when it was the big social networking site, and everyone cool was on there. But then Myspace came along and friendster became a ghost town. I finally deleted my friendster profile over the weekend. And now Facebook is all the rage, and Myspace is old hat (much like the saying “old hat” is itself rather old hat). How long will that last before the next big thing rolls into town? I don’t know. Maybe Facebook will prove to have more staying power than its numerous predecessors (anyone remember sixdegrees.com?).
I don’t really care. I’m not interested. I have better things to do with my time than update friends and acquaintances on the minutiae of my mundane life. I only post to this blog a few times a month. Why on earth would I want to go on Facebook every day? I have enough time-wasting activities in my life as it is. Why do I need another one? I’ve heard the various arguments and none of them are convincing. I don’t want to connect with people from high school; I hated most of those people. I don’t want to keep track of what everyone I know (with a Facebook account) is up to, and I don’t want to broadcast to them what I’m up to either. If people care enough they can. . . you know. . . talk to me to find out. I sure as hell don’t want people tagging pictures of me for everyone I know to see. And I don’t want people scrawling silly nonsense on my “wall”.
Call me old if you like, but there are plenty of people older than me on Facebook and Myspace (though I still think they are for kids, like Trix). Call me a Luddite, but I very much enjoy technology and new things. Call me a curmudgeon and you might be getting warmer. But I prefer to just call myself a Resister.
Resistance is not futile. Be strong! Just Say No to Facebook!
What the hell does “Auld Lang Syne” mean anyway? Apparently it’s Scottish, translating literally to “old long since”, or less literally “long long ago”. It’s from some poem written long, long ago, in 1788. If you want to more, check out the Wikipedia entry on it, cause I’m bored with this topic.
Anyway, Happy New Year to all. Let’s hope it’s better than 2008. While I can’t say that last year was terrible for me personally, I can’t say it was all that great either. And it was certainly a very eye-opening year for most of the world. I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at my 401k in months. I think it would be far too depressing.
So now New Years is done, and we enter the long, barren stretch between New Years and Memorial Day. Unless you’re one of the lucky few to get President’s Day or King Day off (I am not) you have a lot of 5-day weeks to look forward to before you get a break. *sigh* I wish someone had had the foresight to distribute holidays a little more equally about the calendar.
Mini-update on my holidays: Christmas was OK. Lots of driving and stuff. Got to see most of my family, which was nice. Nearly everything I got was in some way related to eating or drinking. Hmm… New Years was fun. Enjoyed the party a lot (thanks Jeff and Gregg) and wasn’t too hung over the next day. Saw “Doubt” on New Years Day. It was pretty good. Meryl Streep is an amazing actress. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Fifteen more days to Obama’s inauguration. Fifteen more days of Bush in the White House. The nightmare is almost over!
That’s all for now. I’ll try to post more often in the future.
Yes, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I went and saw Sex and the City opening night. But the girls (by which I mean the boys) were going, so what the heck? I did watch the whole series, after all.
The crowd was about what you’d expect. A sea of women, many of them all gussied up for the big premiere… and handful of gay men… and a smattering of pussy-whipped straight men, dragged there by their wives or girlfriends. Interestingly, it would have been a good place for a single straight guy to meet single straight gals. There were girls everywhere, and no competition to speak of.
The movie itself was decent. I’d say about 7 out of 10, which was slightly better than I was expecting. The plot was certainly no masterpiece. It was often predictable and heavy-handed (downright anvil-icious, I’d say). But it fit with the series and it was generally fun to watch. True to form, Carrie Bradshaw continues to make bad decisions (and wear hideous outfits) and sabotage her own happiness. But if that wasn’t the case, where would the drama come from?
Am I a Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte or Miranda? Well Samantha is my favorite, but I certainly can’t claim to be anything like her. I’m more of a combination of all of them (probably more Miranda and Carrie than Samantha and Charlotte though) but I think that’s the case for most people. Let’s face it, the girls are not well-rounded characters, they are all extremes. But who would have watched a show about four well-rounded New York women?
So I just started watching American Gladiators this season (after watching the original series for years growing up). In this week’s episode (the 3rd) the fourth set of contestants competed. One of them was old Brick Reilly (below).
From NBC.com:
Brick Reilly is a 27-year-old tree climber from Springfield, New Jersey. He was born deaf and has always deemed athletics an important escape from the realities of life. Though Reilly recently had a cochlear implant which gave him the ability to hear, he never used his disability as an excuse in his life. He works as a mentor for deaf children in the New Jersey area.
He has already fought a congenital problem and come out on top. For that reason (and well. . . because he’s sexy) I was rooting for him. And he did not disappoint. He swung across Vertigo like he was a monkey, yanked Toa from Tilt and flew through Skytrack, becoming the first person to win that relatively new event.
Brick went into the Eliminator with a 12.5 second head start against his opponent. He breezed up the rope ladder and across the tightrope and zipped over on the hand bike like he uses one every day. Then he went down the rolling pin and dislocated his shoulder. . . and climbed the Pyramid and popped his motherfucking shoulder back into joint when he grabbed the zip line! You da fuckin’ man, Brick! He struggled a bit with the Travelator but came out victorious in the end.
What the hell does “Auld Lang Syne” mean anyway? Apparently it’s Scottish, translating literally to “old long since”, or less literally “long long ago”. It’s from some poem written long, long ago, in 1788. If you want to more, check out the 
