-When sports broadcasters talk about football more than baseball
-When Christmas lights twinkle on houses at night
-Getting up 15 minutes early is necessary to clean ice from the car
-I am playing pool inside instead of swimming in a pool outside
-93.9 Lite FM is beginning to play Christmas music instead of Shania Twain tunes
-I would rather drink hot chocolate instead of a chocolate milkshake
-Birds and bumblebees are replaced by bats and black cats
-I am receiving no wedding invitations in the mail
-There is no need to mow the lawn… shoveling snow is necessary-Everyone in sight has a cold or the flu…even Marilynn Manson
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
WTF of the Day
To see the driver of the local ice cream truck strolling through the subdivision at five ‘o clock in the evening day after day offers no real surprise. However seeing this man jadedly driving the truck with a cigarette dangling from his mouth seems downright wrong…or ironically poetic. I’m still uncertain. This man is already very intimidating in appearance. He is a larger built bald dude who is always supporting a wife beater t-shirt. Think of an atypical America’s most wanted sketch.
So are there rules and regulations for these ice cream truck guys to follow? Or is it anarchy? In my small town it is the same driver every single day. I can imagine the constant stresses of dealing with spoiled gluttonous children on the hottest days of the year. I can’t even imagine the discouraging paycheck an ice cream truck driver receives. Maybe I am resentful because I lived on an off street on the outskirts of town. If I were lucky the ice cream truck would come around once a summer. Seriously.
It is ironic that a man selling delicious treats to the youth is also subliminally selling the idea that smoking is appropriate as well. I mean, I don’t remember Mister Rodgers smoking after lacing up the ole tennis shoes.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on the smoking population, I just think that there is a time and place for a good cigarette. I’m afraid ice cream on wheels is not the place to be puffing away.
So are there rules and regulations for these ice cream truck guys to follow? Or is it anarchy? In my small town it is the same driver every single day. I can imagine the constant stresses of dealing with spoiled gluttonous children on the hottest days of the year. I can’t even imagine the discouraging paycheck an ice cream truck driver receives. Maybe I am resentful because I lived on an off street on the outskirts of town. If I were lucky the ice cream truck would come around once a summer. Seriously.
It is ironic that a man selling delicious treats to the youth is also subliminally selling the idea that smoking is appropriate as well. I mean, I don’t remember Mister Rodgers smoking after lacing up the ole tennis shoes.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on the smoking population, I just think that there is a time and place for a good cigarette. I’m afraid ice cream on wheels is not the place to be puffing away.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Facebook, Myspace or Neither
Facebook and Myspace were unheard of while I was attending high school. It seems as though immediately after I graduated with the class of ’04, the age of technology had a whole new meaning.
In Junior High, one of my friends had 3 way calling. Three people could be on the phone at the same time. Wow, Neat, Cool. The kids of ‘04 carried cell phones in high school but they were basic. They were mostly used before or after class. The whole texting fad hadn’t begun yet and the Internet feature on the phone just seemed silly. Five years ago seems like a decade ago. I feel like mother goose.
In 2005 I jumped on the Myspace bandwagon. My first friend was a character from FX’s Nip Tuck (the Carver). I had a field day picking out a fun background (pink and black stars, it actually remains my background to this day). And of course I had the chance to pick a song to be my “anthem”. At the time, the song that best defined “me” was Unwritten Laws “Save Me”. I could show the entire world me, the way that I wanted to be featured. I was never one of those girls that stood in the mirror to have a Myspace photo shoot for hours. I never did see the point of uploading one hundred pictures of the same thing with a slightly different pose onto my computer. I’m sure that one or two pictures people will get the point across. With more than three obvious “photo shoot” pictures, the model wannabee will most likely come across as an attention seeking, egocentric maniac. I mean, I have sadly followed this photo shoot trend to a degree, but I only kept the best pictures.
I had to wait a few years later to get a Facebook account. This is because I was not in school. I resented the fact that you have to be in school to be considered cool enough for Facebook. It felt like an elite club that only the most prestige kids were invited to join. This is not the only reason that I held a grudge against Facebook. On Facebook, you don’t get to pick a fun background and song. Picking and choosing Top Friends is optional and there are all of these redundant applications that people will send you. I don’t need to join a pretend online margarita party thank you.
But over the years Facebook has turned into Myspace and Myspace is the new Facebook Whenever Facebook gets a cool feature, Myspace will copy it. If you are taking a shit you can tell the world with your status. You can update this as often as you like. There is now an instant messaging feature on both Myspace and Facebook. One year ago in 2008, Myspace was the place that people took mindless self surveys and quizzes (um, I am guilty of this procrastination tactic). However nowadays Facebook is the new place to procrastinate and take quizzes to determine which What Seven Deadly Sin I am (Envy) or Which Character From Nip/Tuck am I (Kimber)”. Oh, and Myspace adopted Facebook’s ridiculous application feature. No I do not want to join a pretend online mafia and no I do not want to “buy” anyone as my pet. Creepy shit.
Initially, the whole concept of social networking seems exciting and beneficial. Do you want to find best friend from second grade who moved out of state? Find her on Facespace (my made up term: Facebook+Myspace= Facespace). Want to take a peek into the lives of people you were always interested in, but too pansy to talk to? Facespace will introduce you to anyone you want as long as they too have an account. I have reconnected with many friends via Facespace. People that I would never be able to just call up and say “Hey, what ever became of you? By the way, do you want to hang out sometime to catch up?” It is easier this way. Social Networking requires little to no effort. To ask out a nice guy or gal that you like, it is as easy as sending that special someone a friend request or sending her a quick message. In the world of Social Networking, if you get turned down as a friend, for a date or for anything else, the sting seems more bearable. Is easy good? Doesn’t Social Networking seem to strip away the emotions linked to communication. And no, those little emotion-cons do not suffice. You know: J or L.
Yes it is secretly exciting to “stalk” people via social networking. It is fun to gather around the computer with a bunch of friends to see if Johnny Football hero became a fat alcoholic or if Mean Girl June is a crack whore. BUT doesn’t Facespace take away the fun from future high school reunions?
The debate is endless. Does Facespace turn today’s functioning human beings into zoned out zombies or does it provide an effective tool of communication? Maybe a little or both…time will reveal the true truth.
In Junior High, one of my friends had 3 way calling. Three people could be on the phone at the same time. Wow, Neat, Cool. The kids of ‘04 carried cell phones in high school but they were basic. They were mostly used before or after class. The whole texting fad hadn’t begun yet and the Internet feature on the phone just seemed silly. Five years ago seems like a decade ago. I feel like mother goose.
In 2005 I jumped on the Myspace bandwagon. My first friend was a character from FX’s Nip Tuck (the Carver). I had a field day picking out a fun background (pink and black stars, it actually remains my background to this day). And of course I had the chance to pick a song to be my “anthem”. At the time, the song that best defined “me” was Unwritten Laws “Save Me”. I could show the entire world me, the way that I wanted to be featured. I was never one of those girls that stood in the mirror to have a Myspace photo shoot for hours. I never did see the point of uploading one hundred pictures of the same thing with a slightly different pose onto my computer. I’m sure that one or two pictures people will get the point across. With more than three obvious “photo shoot” pictures, the model wannabee will most likely come across as an attention seeking, egocentric maniac. I mean, I have sadly followed this photo shoot trend to a degree, but I only kept the best pictures.
I had to wait a few years later to get a Facebook account. This is because I was not in school. I resented the fact that you have to be in school to be considered cool enough for Facebook. It felt like an elite club that only the most prestige kids were invited to join. This is not the only reason that I held a grudge against Facebook. On Facebook, you don’t get to pick a fun background and song. Picking and choosing Top Friends is optional and there are all of these redundant applications that people will send you. I don’t need to join a pretend online margarita party thank you.
But over the years Facebook has turned into Myspace and Myspace is the new Facebook Whenever Facebook gets a cool feature, Myspace will copy it. If you are taking a shit you can tell the world with your status. You can update this as often as you like. There is now an instant messaging feature on both Myspace and Facebook. One year ago in 2008, Myspace was the place that people took mindless self surveys and quizzes (um, I am guilty of this procrastination tactic). However nowadays Facebook is the new place to procrastinate and take quizzes to determine which What Seven Deadly Sin I am (Envy) or Which Character From Nip/Tuck am I (Kimber)”. Oh, and Myspace adopted Facebook’s ridiculous application feature. No I do not want to join a pretend online mafia and no I do not want to “buy” anyone as my pet. Creepy shit.
Initially, the whole concept of social networking seems exciting and beneficial. Do you want to find best friend from second grade who moved out of state? Find her on Facespace (my made up term: Facebook+Myspace= Facespace). Want to take a peek into the lives of people you were always interested in, but too pansy to talk to? Facespace will introduce you to anyone you want as long as they too have an account. I have reconnected with many friends via Facespace. People that I would never be able to just call up and say “Hey, what ever became of you? By the way, do you want to hang out sometime to catch up?” It is easier this way. Social Networking requires little to no effort. To ask out a nice guy or gal that you like, it is as easy as sending that special someone a friend request or sending her a quick message. In the world of Social Networking, if you get turned down as a friend, for a date or for anything else, the sting seems more bearable. Is easy good? Doesn’t Social Networking seem to strip away the emotions linked to communication. And no, those little emotion-cons do not suffice. You know: J or L.
Yes it is secretly exciting to “stalk” people via social networking. It is fun to gather around the computer with a bunch of friends to see if Johnny Football hero became a fat alcoholic or if Mean Girl June is a crack whore. BUT doesn’t Facespace take away the fun from future high school reunions?
The debate is endless. Does Facespace turn today’s functioning human beings into zoned out zombies or does it provide an effective tool of communication? Maybe a little or both…time will reveal the true truth.
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