According to The Daily Show, Obama’s youngest is a bit of a chatterbox.
(fast-forward to 1:25 for the interrupting)
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I wanted to TiVo any shows featuring one of the musicians behind Dark Side of the Moon but ended up with ten episodes of The Gilmore Girls instead.
This is just like the time I wanted to watch Quadrophenia and got episodes of Dr. Who.
We have a new website, lots of new content, and we’re all really excited that one of our new writers is a real live lesbian! (Weak Nights is already thick with gay men.)
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Ralphs Baker: Chef, what topping should I put on these cupcakes?
Chef throws the baker a bag of fun-size Snickers bars
Ralphs Baker: Do you want me to …unwrap them?
Chef stares daggers at the Ralphs Baker
And that is how you make the laziest cupcakes in Ralphs.
How can I be afraid of a monster who is too tired to chase me if he doesn’t get at least eight hours of sleep a day?
My computer friend was having troubles with his girlfriend, and I tried to offer him a bit of advice: in Unix, chmod is used to set permissions for which users can access the file, with 7 granting access to everyone.
…which means I inadvertently made his girlfriend a whore.
Urban Dictionary defines ladette as:
Popular British term to decribe a girl who, in answer to the male “lad culture” of the 1990’s, bizarrely adopted the exact same behaviour as the men they claimed to be reacting against - mainly drinking pints of lager, swearing and vomiting publicly, and watching football, all conducted with exaggerated zeal. Interestingly, the behaviour of the ladette played into the hands of the lad…
Looks like The Daily Mail has this one pretty well covered. Keep it classy, ladettes and chavs!
Part of why I got into psychology was I love giving feedback. The more terse and dismissive the better, which is why I just spent an hour at www.brandtags.net, giving my summary of various brands. Guess which brands I associated with:
oil spills
keeping customers in debt
no other options
greed
relentless advertising
like AOL (not in a good way)
a sinister name for a clothing company
bullshit
Visit www.brandtags.net and submit your own curt bon mots! You’re helping advertisers, and what could be more noble than that?
Answers: Shell, Chase, Best Buy, Rolex, Nike, MSN, Banana Republic, American Idol.
I mean really.
It’s no surprise that MySpace has the most unbelievably retarded banner ads. At first they started off normally, tricking dumb fools into clicking on them by having a big red button that makes the ad look like a video game. Press the button to kick! Press the button to shoot the clown! Yeah, that makes sense, but then they became ungrounded, and banner ads were inviting rubes to click the button to roll, or drink, or sleep, or do a pull-up. How do I click a button to continue sleeping? The ‘games’ theme had become so abstract that the button no longer made sense.
Meanwhile another genus of ads began to appear, the ’spooky’ ads, which warned you to NOT CLICK HERE if you were easily scared, accompanied by faces of creepy stock photo children. Then they began to focus on speculating on what date you’ll die — because what could be scarier, right? Then somehow, the two merged, and now there are ads inviting you into some kind of death game, all I have to do is sign up:
No chance to win an Xbox. No free ringtones. No products, no service. No company is being advertised. I’m not signing my soul away in exchange for some prize, I’m simply acknowledging that I’m dead. Unless this banner ad was placed by satan himself (which I can’t completely rule out), what could possibly be the appeal of this gigantic, full page ad?
As if an ad inviting me to kill myself wasn’t bad enough, there’s a catch:
Subscription to what?!
You know, if it meant never having to see another incomprehensible flash ad, I would sign my own death certificate.
Ohhhh…. NOW I get it.
I recently went to the movie theater at the new recession-defiant Americana supermall in Glendale, and couldn’t decide which movie to see. It was a tough choice between:
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Son of Rambow
Son of Rambow
The Visitor
Young@Heart
I don’t want to imply that there’s still a paucity of choice even at these swanky upscale malls, but for those of you keeping track at home, that’s 18 screens showing a total of five movies. Which do you want to see, “Boys’ Movie” or “Girls’ Movie”?
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