Thursday, December 30, 2010

Out of Town College Football Fans Can't Drive

I always notice that when there is a college football game in Atlanta, the away team's fans are horrible drivers. Now I understand that they don't know the city, and it can be confusing that there is no left turn lane on Peachtree Street. However, this shouldn't cause these drivers to be unable to use a turn signal, not come to a complete stop to make a right turn on a green light, or drive at least the speed limit and not under by 10+ mph.

To make matters worse, there is a Bowl game in Atlanta tomorrow night, which means not one, but two sets of out-of-town team fans. This year's Chick-Fil-A Bowl is hosting Florida State and South Carolina. Today alone, I have experienced four separate horrendous drivers, all courtesy of Florida State fans:
  1. I was cut off by an FSU fan who decided to turn right from the left lane.
  2. I was stuck behind an FSU fan on a major road by my office who decided to come to a dead stop in the middle of a busy street while at a green light.
  3. Another FSU fan decided to drive in the left lane on the highway going a whopping 45 mph.
  4. While in a parking lot in a busy shopping plaza after work (hooray for half days before holidays), I witnessed an FSU fan put their right blinker on only to turn into a spot that was on the left. 

This is how I identify the bad drivers.

I'm assuming that because South Carolina fans were just here to witness their team get stomped in the SEC Championship game not even a month ago that they have learned how to drive in Atlanta, because I didn't have any run-ins with them this time around.

Because I am a Gator fan and therefore you might think I am biased, but please be reassured that I complain about every visiting fan who gets in my way on the road. It just so happens that I decided to start a blog right before FSU fans invaded the roads of my city.  So tomorrow night, while I spend my New Year's Eve at the bowl game (yes, I am that awesome of a fiancĂ© to go to a game that my team isn't playing in), I will be rooting for it to be over and done with  so that I can go on my jolly way and reclaim the roads of Atlanta and only have to deal with the awful local drivers.

I hope everyone has a super awesome New Year!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Facebook Ad Fail

This Facebook was was too amazing not to share with ya'll. (Yes, I just said ya'll - I live in Atlanta and am too lazy to write it out.) It's bad enough that Facebook has been torturing me with wedding ads, but this one takes the cake for complete failure. Being an advertising professional, I know how important it is to fact check before publishing any ad. This is proof that someone needs to be fired:
Since when is Niagara Falls in Atlanta? Correct me if I am wrong, but Niagara Falls splits Canada and New York. Did someone move Atlanta to the northeast? Is there a new waterfall that produces rainbow water and runs through the dirty south?

Conclusion = Facebook Ad Fail! You can bet your butt that Niagara Falls will not be on my Atlanta bucket list. Thanks LivingSocial!

The Blimp is Overused in Sports

While watching the Falcons v. Saints Monday Night Football game the other night, I noticed that the blimp was flying high over the venue. This would typically be normal for any sporting event to get the aeriel coverage from the blimp. However, this game was being played inside the Georgia Dome. That's right, a dome! So why in the world did the blimp need to cover the outside of the dome if they couldn't take shots of the actual game? Answer - the blimp, while it gives very cool aeriel shots, is overused in sports.

Don't get me wrong - I think that the shot the blimp provides at sporting events is pretty awesome. However, I don't see any reason for a blimp to be covering any event that takes place indoors, such as a hockey game, basketball game, or even a football game that is being played in a dome. Therefore, don't waste money on coverage of any NFL games in New Orleans, Atlanta, St. Louis, Detroit, or Minnesota. And, if the weather is crappy, don't bother with the retractable roof stadiums unless the roof is open. So that's in Arizona, Indianapolis, Dallas, and Houston.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

A Jewish Christmas

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. People decorate their homes with trees and wreaths and lights. Gifts are purchased in mass amounts for relatives and friends. Yummy food like ham and eggnog and candy canes are everywhere. But not for the Jews. To us, Christmas is a time where traffic is out of control. We can't go near a mall for 25 days. And everything is closed on Dec. 25th, leaving us with nothing to do and hardly anywhere to eat.
However, Jews have made Christmas into our own special tradition - movies and Chinese food! Yes, it is something that you can do any other day of the year. But on December 25th, the only two places open are movie theaters and Chinese restaurants. My family used to joke that if a terrorist wanted to kill all of the Jews in South Florida, all they would have to do is bomb a movie theater on Christmas.

In honor of all of my fellow Jews, for this year's Christmas I give you the gift of South Park past:

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Ten Commandments of Flying

The other day, the radio morning show I listen to every morning on my way to work had a segnment on airplane etiquette. As someone who travels quite frequently (December marks the first month since April that I haven't been on an airplane), I would like to piggy back off of this segment and give my own personal ten commandments for flying.
Commandment #1: Thou shall use thy overhead compartment by your seat, and your seat only.
I like to sit towards the front of the plane so I don't have to wait forever and a day to get off of the aircraft. I also don't like checking a bag unless absolutely necessary. This means that my roller bag needs to go in the overhead compartment. I absolutely hate when people who sit in the back of the plane put their belongings in the bins at the front of the plane so they don't have to carry them down the aisle. It's selfish and rude.
Recommended Payback: The next time you see this happen, check-in the bag for that person and give a fake name.

Commandment #2: Thou shall be courteous of the food thy brings onto the aircraft.
We all know that airlines have gone cheap and don't serve anything more than a bag of pretzels, if that (American Airlines serves nothing and I had to learn this the hard way). Bringing on your own snack is fine (i.e. a candy bar or bad of chips, except for salt and vinegar flavored). But bringing on an entire meal that consists of something really pungent (i.e. tuna fish) is not OK!
Recommended Payback: Give the person the stink eye and make faces while holding your  nose.
Commandment #3: If one doesn't look interested in talking, let them be.
I am a big fan of airlines who provide free music. Not that I don't like my iPod, but I do like that I can listen to music from the second I get onto the plane until I am ready to get off. When I have my headphones in, the only person I want talking to me is the flight attendant and only when it is time for my snack and drink. Unless you are traveling with me, don't try making conversation when I am clearly trying to tune you and the rest of the passengers out (including screaming babies and annoying children).
Recommended Payback: Pretend you are deaf and start signing. This will be hilarious since you are supposedly listening to music.

Commandment #4: Thou shall be prepared when going through security.
It's been nine years since the security rules from 9/11 were implemented. Unless you live under a rock and haven't traveled since 2001, don't act like you don't know to take off your shoes, put all liquids in a plastic bag, remove your laptop from it's case, take off your jacket/coat and belt, etc. You are holding everyone up and that automatically gives you the official douchebag award.
Recommended Payback: Sigh loudly and make comments under your breath.
If you aren't a Steve, than you are a douchebag!
Commandment #5: If you can't control thou children, treat them like thous dogs.
I understand that traveling with small children can be hectic. You have to bring extra items with you so they remain entertained and quiet while waiting at the airport as well as on the plane. However, if your kid has A.D.H.D. and you have chosen to ignore their constant need to run away from you, then they need to be put on a leash. The worst thing for any traveler to have happen is to get knocked over by your out-of-control child while walking through the terminal - clearly this has happened to me before. Also, letting your kid run up and down the aisle on the plane isn't cute to anyone.
Recommended Payback: Carry a child leash with you and strap that kid in and walk away with him/her. That will teach the parents a lesson.
Commandment #6: Thou shall share the armrests.
It's always awkward sitting next to a stranger on a plane. It's even more awkward when the stranger thinks they are better than their seatmates and claims both armrests as their own. Let's take it up a notch and remind people how it's super awkward to knock off someone else's arm from the shared armrest. If you are in the middle seat, I feel your pain. However, that doesn't give you the right to claim both armrests. Instead, go back to the sharing lesson you learned in kindergarten. Either claim the front or the back of the armrest and share the other half with the other passengers beside you. Don't worry, I heard that the cootie shot is now required for all airline passengers.
Recommended Payback: Wait until the armrest hog adjusts themselves or gets up to go to the toilet and then take claim of the entire armrest and stand your ground.

Commandment #7: Thou shall obey the takeoff and landing rules.
No one understands why we can't have our treys down or seats reclined during takeoff or landing. However, don't think that you are above the rules of the air. If I have to keep my seat up in the awkward position for the first few minutes of a flight, than so do you. It absolutely sucks when the person in front of you puts their seat back and you can't, leaving you with minimal room. And this is coming from someone who is 5'3"!
Recommended Payback: While I never encourage kicking of any sort, this is the one and only time that it is OK.

Commandment #8: If thou is in a window seat, share the view.
Not everyone can have the window seat. And while some cities don't have much of a view, other destinations like Las Vegas or New York City have skylines that people want to see regardless of their seat on the plane. If you are in a window seat and someone else wants to look out the window, don't plant your face on the window blocking everyone else's view of the scenery. 
Recommended Payback: Throw something at the offender's head.
Commandment #9: Thou shall use inside voices.
The whole plane doesn't need to hear what you are saying. In fact, the only people who should be able to hear you is the person you are speaking to and maybe the people in the rows behind and in front of you. Do not scream across the plane to your friend/family member who is seated in another row because you booked your flight and/or check-in at the very last minute. Let's revisit what we learned in kindergarten and use our six inch voices.
Recommended Payback: Butt into the conversation.

Commandment #10: If thou snores, don't fall asleep unless you are taking the red-eye or flying overseas.
No one wants to not be able to fall asleep because the person next to them on a flight is snoring so loud that the people on the ground can hear them. Attention snorers: we are not your spouse or your friend - sleep at home and let us enjoy our flight in peace.
Recommended Payback: Hold the person's nose so they can't breathe. When they wake up, pretend you are sleeping.

No one wants to be this lady.
Follow these ten commandments of the air and you will be in good shape to get a great start to your trip to come. On behalf of our captain and crew, we thank you for choosing this blog. We hope to see you visit us again soon.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

NFL Commentary - That's What She Said

Have you ever noticed how many sexual innuendos are spoken by the announcers during an NFL football game? Maybe I just have a dirty mind and am really good at making "that's what she said" jokes, but I always laugh at the commentary.

Here are just a few examples from the Packers v. Patriots game that is currently on my TV:

"Brady feeling the pressure and then getting it from behind."
"He is going to pull out and around..."
"Look at the size of that hole! That's what the issue is."
"Someone give the guy some oxygen, he almost scored!"
"Look at the big guy, he's on the move."

And those quotes are just from the first half of the game!

And the best part of this game, there is even a player named Woodhead. No words... 

Friday, December 17, 2010

My Adventures in Babysitting, Part 1

Believe it or not, there was a point in my life when I loved kids. I even spent a few summers working at my temple's summer camp with four and five year olds. However, there was a turning point in my feeling towards other people's kids and that was when I started to babysit. I have to say, my first two babysitting gigs were great! Both sets of kids were easy to handle and we would spend most of the evening playing video games (specifically Super Mario Kart on the Super Nintendo) or doing arts and crafts (I used to be an artist). But like all things in life, those good ole days had to come to an end.

Enter devil family #1: we will call them The Russians, because the mother was a Russian Jew. I actually only had this gig for half a summer. My friend went to sleep away camp for the first session of the summer and had asked me to fill in babysitting this family for her until she returned from camp, at which point I would leave for second session to go to my summer camp. All she told me was that they pay really well (and they did) and that there is an older girl and a younger boy, both of which were too old for diapers. Sold! Little did I know that I was about to sell my soul to the devil for four weeks, and the devil was half Russian.
At first, all was well in the house. In fact, the first few times I babysat were really easy. Then I brought over Candy Land - this was my downfall. I'm not one to let a kid win. My dad never let me win and I turned out to be very competitive, which I don't think is a bad thing. I also learned that you had to be a good loser, which I think I am, at least most of the time. However, devil boy refused to lose. His sister actually won the first game, which was fine with him as he wanted a rematch. Fine. I won the second game. This time, the devil horns came out. He took the board and threw it across the room like The Incredible Hulk. Pieces went flying everywhere and his evil laugh was growing louder and louder. I tried to make him clean it up, but he just kept screaming and laughing and saying profanity (yes, he was a three year old with the mouth of a truck driver).
The next part of the night was bath time. I don't know why a three year old needs supervision in the bathtub, but he insisted that I sit in there with him. Fine. I filled up the tub and walked away to go get his pajamas, only to return to watch him stand over the tub and proceed to pee inside of it, and then jump into the urine water. I believe I gagged at this point before screaming at him to get out so I could refill the tub with clean water as bath time was a time to get clean, and not with your own urine. There was more screaming with more bad words followed by him telling me that he only baths in his own piss. Must be a Russian thing...

After bath time, the kids wanted me to put in a video. I was definitely OK with this as I was ready to do anything to keep them quiet. They wanted to watch the video in their parent's room, which was pretty much off limits to me. When I suggested we watch it together in the living room on the couch, the screaming and whining started up again. My white flag of defeat came out and I agreed to let them watch a movie in their parent's room.
I walked into the room and the first thing I saw was a used condom on the floor. This totally freaked me out and I didn't want the kids to see it, so I grabbed way too many paper towels, picked up the condom (I still cringe to this day) and threw it in the garbage. Crisis averted, for now. The little girl wanted to watch a Winnie the Pooh video, which she brought into the bedroom with her. It was a VHS, since DVDs weren't invented yet. I put the video into the VCR and hit play. About ten seconds into the video I heard the little boy say, "That's not Pooh!" and then point to the TV. And boy was it not any type of Disney character, but rather a home video of mom and dad having sex. I kid you not, this all really happened! After I came out of a state of shock, I picked my chin off the ground and immediately ran over to the VCR, hit stop and ejected the video that was labeled "Winnie the Pooh." The rest of the night was fuzzy, but I know that I got paid a pretty penny for the few hours I was there and told them that I could no longer babysit for them. I should have stopped after this gig, but I didn't, and it on;y got worse. But you'll have to wait for Part 2 to hear about the ultimate devil child.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Down With the Old People!

I am a HUGE fan of NBC's The Sing-Off. It is not only keeping me entertained during the holiday season when my shows are all reruns, but the talent of the groups never fails to amaze me. The top two groups from last year's show were both excellent (Nota and The Beelzebubs), and I agreed that they were the two front runners. However, this season the judges have become total pussies (excuse my language). 

They even dress like they are from the 70's
You see, Jerry Lawson and Talk of the Town is a group of older gentlemen with a lead singer who is an R&B legend that no one in my generation has ever heard of. While I definitely don't think he should be allowed on an amateur competition show, I also don't think his group is as good as the others. I'm not saying they can't sing, because they can. But rather, they are stuck in the 60's and 70's style of a capella. Whereas the more entertaining groups have performed a number of different genres from different decades. I also don't like that Jerry Lawson thinks that his group is above the competition and refuses to switch up their act and have the background singers beatbox and simulate instruments. Lame!

The judges have not given any type of criticism to their group because they don't think they are worthy enough to tell them they suck. Nor have they had the balls to vote them off. Thank goodness America now has the power to choose the winner and we can get rid of a group that is worthy enough to maybe preform on cruise ships once and for all.

To me, and most of my friends who also watch the show, Committed and Street Corner Symphony are the most talented groups on the show. I decided to put all of my eggs in one basket by casting my 10 votes for Street Corner Symphony. Why? Well, they are amazing, the lead singer's voice is like no other and they made me love a song that I have hated since I was a little girl - Come on Eileen. However, I will let you all judge for yourself:

Street Corner Symphony
Jerry Lawson and the Mofos...

On another random note, does anyone else think that judge Nicole Scherzinger is a fembot? 


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

X the X-Mas Music

I am a big fan of the holiday season. I love a good sale (especially on Black Friday). Everyone is in a good mood. Starbucks starts having pumpkin and peppermint flavored coffee drinks. What more could you ask for?

However, there is one thing this year that is really pissing me off. My favorite radio station for music has been playing Christmas music 24/7 since Thanksgiving! I mean is that really necessary? Fine, play it during the week, but not on the weekends when it's supposed to be a "totally 80's weekend." Give me some 80's music for Pete's sake!

So now my countdown to another normal weekend of jammin' to my favorite Journey songs begins - only 10 more days until normal music is back and all is sound in the world.

And just because I am not a Grinch of 'That Jew Who Hates Christmas Music,' I am going to share with you my favorite Christmas song:

Monday, December 13, 2010

It Is Not Cold in South Florida

I was born and raised in South Florida. The truth is there are different seasons of the year in So Fla than anywhere else on the east coast. There is hot, really freaking hot, dying of heat stroke hot and too cold to go to the beach unless you are from Canada (which is an average in the 60's).

I started to migrate 'north' when I attended college in Gainesville, FL at the University of Florida (Go Gators!).

Summers were actually hotter in the northern part of the state, mostly due to the lack of breeze from the coast, but winters actually required a coat (I'm talking the coldest nights were in the 20's). This was a bit of a culture shock to me as the heaviest item of clothing I owned was a sweatshirt. I finally got used to having one week of freezing cold weather (and no snow) when I finished college. However, I was not interested in living in So Fla - I wanted to move to Atlanta, GA which I knew of as Hotlanta at the time (we Atlantans do not use this term EVER), so inclement weather never crossed my mind.

My first winter in Atlanta consisted of one night where we had snow flurries for about 10 minutes, at which time I was out at a bar. I decided to run outside and twirl in the snow, because isn't that what everyone does? I finally got used to every winter getting progressively colder and with more snow (last year we actually had a three inch snow storm, which is crazy for Atlanta). As I sit bundled up on my couch and type this post, it is less than 20 degrees outside with the windchill in the teens, and that is freaking cold! Even my dog doesn't want to go outside in her sweater.

Please don't make me go outside in the cold mom!
However, one thing I will never get used to is my friends and family complaining about how cold it is in So Fla. I'm sorry, but 40 degrees at 7am isn't cold when it warms up to 70 degrees by noon. And I'm sorry that you don't have a peacoat (unless you migrated south from New York and never gave your coat to Goodwill), but I know most of you have ski clothing that you can use but would rather not for the sake of fashion. Here's a thought, just pile on two sweatshirts and turn on the heat in your car (that's the red area on the A/C or anything above 76 degrees) and suck it up. But please, for goodness sake, stop complaining on Facebook that it is freezing down there! Mom, dad, Facebook friends, Snowbirds - if you want to experience cold, go to Canada, or even just Atlanta!

And just because I care, here is a picture of snow so that every time it snows in Atlanta or anywhere else in the world, you don't have to ask people to post pictures for you to see. Enjoy your palm trees, flip flops and year round tans.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Facebook Ad Torture

I love Facebook and since I work in the wonderful industry of advertising, I love ads. But Facebook ads are just ridiculous. I know that they are targeted ads to your interests, sex, relationship status, location, etc. However, I findthe majority of the ads on my Facebook page be to be torturous and annoying.

I understand that Facebook recognizes that I am engaged, but stop telling me that I need to lose wedding weight or prepare for a baby. I already have a photographer lined up (and he is fabulous might I add), I have a great venue and my rabbi since birth will be the one to marry me - so stop trying to advertise these items on my page! Plus, why would I think that a company is a credible and well-respected vendor if they have to advertise on Facebook to stay afloat?

Here is an example of a list of two ads that just popped up on my Facebook page:


I mean is this really necessary? Free baby samples? I don't even want to think about havning a kid anytime soon. A dream wedding in the Cayman Islands? Sure, just let me cancel everything I have planned for the last four months and go to a cruise port to get hitched because Facebook told me to.

Just because it is Friday I will leave you with my new favorite Facebook ad, which has nothing to do with weddings or babies or laser hair removal or dieting (thank goodness!).

I can proudly say that I think I can survive without becoming a fan of Cheez-It.

The Biggest Whiner

I was watching the latest episode of The Biggest Loser last night on my DVR and was so frustrated with how this season has turned out so far. They are down to the final four contestants and one of them just doesn't deserve to be there. Some of you may think that I am being harsh. Others may say that all of the contestants on this show deserve to be there. I would normally agree, except in this case. My issue is with Elizabeth, otherwise known to me as "that whiny, annoying girl in the yellow shirt." 

Elizabeth's story is that she got married at a very young age to an abusive man. She then continued to rely on everyone in her life and lost her sense of independence. Over time, she gained weight and lost all of her self-worth. Typical story for The Biggest Loser and one which seems easy enough for Jillian Michaels to fix. However, it has seemed that Jillian has decided to go soft this season on the one contestant who needed her the most.

In the first episode the contestants had to earn their way onto the ranch. Elizabeth had to go up against two other contestants, Frado and Brendan in a challenge where the first two people to complete 100 steps earned their way onto the ranch.  Elizabeth actually failed at this task and didn't even finish because she passed out around 150 steps. Even though she failed to finish and didn't earn her way onto the Biggest Loser Ranch, Jillian decided to grant her a second chance by giving her a spot on the show. This is where I start to hate the female yellow team contestant.

You would think that a second chance at saving your life on the greatest weigh loss show in America would make you confront your issues and give you the fire you need to a fresh start. Well, this wasn't the case for Elizabeth. Instead, she continuously whined and cried over her pathetic life and how losing 3lbs. in a week is great for her! Sure, 3lbs. for an average American who is working 40 hours per week and trying to lose the weight on their own is great. But when you are secluded in a home with other people who have the same goal as you, all of your meals are prepared for you and two of the best trainers in the world are there to work you out, 3lbs. is pathetic!

Elizabeth continued to lose the least amount of weight each week, causing her to be up for elimination more times than any other contestant this season. Yet she managed to dodge the bullet time and time again because she wasn't a 'threat' to the game players, who also felt bad for her. Her whiny voice and bad acting skills carried on throughout the whole season where she would attempt at making some big speech about how she feels like she is changing and yada yada yada blah blah blah. Yet the next thing you knew, she was depending on everyone around her. In the week where the contestants were paired up in teams of two, she chose to work with Lisa, who had the second lowest percentage of weight loss. During that week, she allowed Lisa to prepare every single meal for her, which led Jillian and Bob to finally go off on how much she sucks and wasn't changing at all (ok, they were a lot nicer about it, but they should have chewed her apart).

On the latest episode, Elizabeth was back at home trying to lose the weight on her own for the remaining three months before the finale. Jillian paid her an at-home visit, where she discovered that she moved in with a new boyfriend (watch this video where she tries to convince herself that she knows better than Bob and Jillian as to what is best for her health), isn't losing weight (shocking, because she couldn't even do it on the ranch) and has only processed and fattening food in her refrigerator (well duh, she let's her boyfriend shop for what he likes and doesn't care that she is trying to win $250,000). Wow Elizabeth, I'm so glad you got to have the opportunity to be on the ranch for three months only to waste everyone's time with not learning a damn thing!

Please America, go on and vote for Ada so she doesn't have a shot in hell to make the final three since she doesn't deserve to win a single penny (not that she has any shot against the remaining two finalists, but still).

Congratulations Elizabeth, I grant you with the Biggest Whiner Award! Now you can say that you won something in life.

And for those of you who think I am alone in this hatred for that whiny, annoying girl in the yellow shirt, here are some tweets I found about Elizabeth from another blog:

bridgetrcook: oh good, this is the elizabeth fails at everything montage #BL10

Jeffrey__Scott: #BL10 Did I just hear someone say, "Liz you look the same."

stacigway: I put money on Ada's Shoes winning BL10 over Elizabeth. #bl10

misspennyproud: By the time Elizabeth finishes the marathon, it will be the season finale for #BL12.

blogofSteve: But, Jillian most people around the country aren't on BIGGEST F*CKING LOSER. Don't make excuses for her #BL10

SconnieJennie: Elizabeth is the reason I can't watch #BL10 live. Every time she's on the screen I hit the FFx3 button.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Saved by the Bell - The Inconsistent Years

It is no secret that I love Saved by the Bell. In fact, I watch it every morning on TBS while getting ready for work. It has gotten to the point where I can tell you which episode is on based on the first 2 lines or even just by the first camera shot. It is a sad, but true superpower.

As much as I love this cheesy show from my youth, there is one thing that really irks me - the inconsistency of the writing. I have decided that there is enough ammo to use for this to become a frequent topic of discussion. So today will be the first installment of Saved by the Bell - The Inconsistent Years.

This morning, one of my all time favorite episodes was on. It was the one where Jessie takes caffeine pills to stay awake and obsessively study for a geometry exam in order to fulfill her dream of getting accepted to the prestigious Stansbury College. We all know this episode by what may be the most memorable line ever from any Saved by the Bell episode; Jessie's neurotic cry out of the famous Pointer Sister's song I'm So Excited - "I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so... scared!" (View this award-wining scene here.)

While this episode is pure genius in its catchy and memorable ways, there is one inconsistency that irks me every time I watch it. At the beginning of the episode, Jessie exclaims that she wants to go to Stansbury. However, about halfway through the episode, she says, "but I need to pass this test if I ever want to get into Stanford." Oops! Looks like someone took the day off from writing that day...

I give the episode an A+, but give the writer a C- for not remembering that Standford clearly didn't give any rights for Peter Engel's crew to use.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Facebook Number Game

Over the past few days it has appeared that a new Facebook trend has started. This time the flavor of the week is The Number Game.  While I am not participating in it, it is actually affecting me. It is making me so annoyed that I want to hide every person on my feed who is doing it.

I mean seriously, what is the point of hiding your opinion behind some number? You aren't going to write something rude about the person since they clearly messaged you and consider your opinion of them meaningful. Either that, or they are really bored and need to get a new hobby.

The Doppelganger trend was fun. Even last week when people changed their profile picture to their favorite childhood cartoon character was entertaining. But this numbers thing needs to get the boot!

If you are my Facebook friend and I see you participating in this stupid excuse for a game, then I will be hiding you on my news feed starting tomorrow. That gives you one day to realize I don't care what you think about other people and their favorite number. Consider yourself warned...

Why a new blog?

Since it is no secret that I am not one to keep my thoughts and opinions to myself, I figured what better way to express myself than by sharing it with all of Cyberland.

You may be wondering where the name of the blog came from (and I don't care if you aren't wondering because I am going to tell you anyway). A co-worker and I once had a conversation that consisted of her telling me that she wanted to buy me a shirt that read "Saying What You're Thinking." I then added on "Since 1983" as that is the year I graced this earth with my presence.

I'll be updating as my posts I think of subjects that I have an opinion on, which is pretty much everything - except maybe politics and religion, since those topics of discussion are the fastest ways to make friends or enemies. If you want me to give you my opinion on something, just shoot me a message and I'll blog about it. And yes, I will be honest and tell you that you look fat in an outfit that is two sizes too small (feel free to take me shopping with you if you want an honest opinion; unlike what we get from our men).

Until next time...