whale killing and boyotts

When I learned that Iceland was killing seals, I made a commitment to boycott Iceland until they changed their ways. Other countries also have hot springs....and are cheaper and less hostile towards animals.



This whole Japanese whale-hunting issue is an atrocity to the modern thinker. Thanks to celeb Hayden Panettiere, who has a warrant out for her arrest by the Japanese government, we are now aware that seemingly civilized Japan also is worthy of a boycott. I don't understand whale hunting, but then again, I also don't see how seal bludgeoning still goes on in Canada. Do we even live in a civilized world? Have we ever?

Just yesterday a seal was floating on an ice-cake down a river in Massachusetts, playful and happy. I grew up going on whale watches, seeing enormous humpback whales bear their beautiful bodies for all who came to see. Will the next generation of youth even have that chance?

Respect needs to be taken for animals; international law needs to regulate our oceans and fishing industries. What I took for granted 10 or 20 years ago is now a rarity; humpback whales are very close to being endangered. Whales are sacred; if we knowingly destroy them, I have little hope for humanity as we know it.

fuggers

Fugger = family of Ugg wearers.

As in yesterday I saw two fuggers walking down Walnut St.

Western Winterwonderland

Last week, I finally invested the 3.5 hours it takes to watch The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. I only know the modern day Clint Eastwood, good old leather face, but now I see why he was all the rage. But for god's sake, can someone please give that man some lip balm?
Once a western detester, I have finally jumped the fence. I guess I really don't care for John Wayne, really. Weekends are now invested in westerns. The Coen Brothers new movie, No Country for Old Men, is a modern day western with a twist. Although the ending is a bummer, it was still well worth the lovely matinee price of $6. Be brave though for there is lots of gore, which makes this western more worth my horrorfile while.
Since the weather was shit another weekend, I watched Tommy Lee Jones' Three Burials of Meliquides Estrades, and that was pretty hardcore also. Very well done, what can I say? Hooked on Westerns.
All I know is that I see the snow falling out my window and I want to escape to the wild wild west.

Funny Telly!

I'm now obsessed with the cheeky Graham Norton show on BBC. It's a night-time talk show, slightly flamboyant and very hilarious. Not only can guests swear and drink on set, but Graham will have you rolling on the floor in tears. I am, every time. Check it out, 10 pm Saturday, BBC. You will be hooked and switch from that dribble on late night in America.

my vote '08

For next years' election we are hoping for a candidate to bring change to this stale regime.
My best bet? Dennis Kucinich. Like me, he is a vegan and compassionate towards animals. He is also anti-war, against NAFTA and WTO and he is for change! In fact, ask him anything and you'll find he has already introduced a bill or has clear-cut answers. He has a plan to end occupation in Iraq, tackles health care issues and stands for everything I find essential in a candidate who promises change. Plus he is the man who might get Cheney impeached. That is why I bought this nifty little sack in support.

http://www.democraticstuff.com/Dennis-Kucinich-President-Logo-Tote-Bag-p/tb15778.htm

These other candidates promise a lot, ...but change? That's what I'm looking for and I think Kucinich will deliver. I don't want no ham-hock munchin' red-neck for my next leader, thank you very much.

T-Day

Can we just stop calling it Turkey Day already! geesh, I find it offensive. Not everyone eats turkey and no one really would if they saw those over-sized, hormone injected rescued turkeys I saw last year at the Animal Sanctuary in New York. They were so horny, they were just thankful to be alive, and that's what Thanksgiving is all about. Giving thanks, not for the roasted beast on your plate, but for the people you hold company with.

Bush pardoned two turkeys, but should have just pardoned himself and Dick, because with all this impeachment talk, who knows who's safe from the proverbial dinner plate.

Kid Nation

There is something about the exploitation of children that has me on pins and needles every Wednesday evening at 8pm. I can't help myself. This sh*t is much better than Survivor is now and certainly gives it a run for the money. What child is going to break down in extreme homesickness? When are they going to get a huge shipment of chap stick to coat over their oh-so-dry flaky, cracking lips. And what silly game do the producers have them vying for the prize. I envy the host on Kid Nation. I want his job! Seriously.
I sincerely believe that participation in Kid Nation should be mandatory for all children. These kids learn how to treat people, how they themselves would like to be treated, how to entertain themselves and each other, how to work as a team, and how to ask for help. These are the things that humans need to relearn in todays' society. We are all so self-absorbed that we can't even teach our children how not to be.

My dreamlife

I often dream of Apocalypse. I dream that hell is upside down and amongst us. I've dreamt this for years, fighting the last fight to be the lone survivor. You can or cannot interpret this. One of my favorite past-times is assessing how I would handle an actual apocalypse. Am I prepared? Where is my tent, do I have enough water and what is my item of barter? Will I leave my own home in search of better shelter, will my neighbors turn into zombies and do I have to give them our food if they don't? How do alliances work in a post-apocalyptic world? Who are your friends in the end and how do you find them in a burning wasteland. My BF and I sit around, chatting about the ends of the earth and whether we are good candidates for survival. Maybe it's all the post-apocalyptic movies I watch, or the incessant voice of Anderson Cooper in my head, but I fear for the world and hope that we have til at least 2012, the fated end of the Mayan calendar, to figure things out for ourselves, without that extra little push from Iran.

Loch Ness of my kitchen

Loch Ness siting in my kitchen!!

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being homeless

I think that homeless people have it hard these days, what with humans paying for everything with plastic. Who has change? Let alone spare change.

Predictionist

Tonight on Coast-to-coast AM Evelyn Paglini is coming on to talk about her past predictions and how precise they have been. Think, wildfires, tornadoes and school shootings. Yesterday another school shooting occurred only the wildfires in CA overshadowed that bit of tragic news. Tune in: 2Am; in Philly AM 1210 is airing the broadcast as well. She may be a witch , but she can sure see the future. Tonight I'm couch-bound with an ear to the radio, just like the olden days of yore, for the early AM broadcast. You will be amazed.

Pork fins

Discovery News, yesterday, posted a story on how Asians are attempting to replace the beloved shark fin, the main ingredient for shark fin soup, with artificial fins made from pork. Sharks are becoming extinct, and fisherman simply cut off that essential fin and discard the helpless animal back into the water to rot and die. So instead, they've decided to kill pigs. Because we can breed pigs they are therefore disposable.
I've been eating in Chinese vegetarian restaurants since the dawn of time. And Vegetarian Shark Fin graces the menu of nearly every place. Instead of using gelatin made out of pork, eww, use aspic, seaweed or arrowroot. Or just move on, realizing that your barbaric practice of eating fins off nearly animals is way due for an extreme overhaul.
http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2007/10/19/shark-fin-animal.html?category=animals&guid=20071019141500&dcitc=w19-502-ak-0000

on going green

Last night, as part of their "green-themed" week, CNN had on a CEO of a major company and a list of the top ten greenest companies in the US. Something along those lines, anyway.
The CEO was from Stonyfield Farms. Hey, isn't their biggest product yogurt? Isn't yogurt made from dairy? Dairy comes from Dairy Cows, which make up some of the most putrid, rankest methane-infused shit you can imagine. Which in turns causes global warming, organic or not. Going vegan is the single best thing you can do to help the planet. Bite the bullet and make a difference. Take that CEO.

Ranting

On my twenty minute walk to work today I saw 12 girls wearing black tunics, leggings and flats. Wait, maybe they were all just the same person, maybe I was seeing double. Regardless, leggings and flats are so Kate Moss 2005. Only supermodels with slender calves can really pull off this look.
During this same walk at an early hour on a Monday I was assaulted numerous times with wafting scents of burning flesh...Meat to some of you fools. When are we going to realize that all this meat we are burning offends some, kills many, and is cruel and unusual punishment to creatures with whom we co-habitate. I smell rotting, burning flesh and my tummy flips, turns and almost comes back to my mouth; you, on the other hand, might salivate.
I tolerate cigarettes to a point, hell even smoked more than a few in my uninformed youth. But can someone please explain to me why cigars are not outlawed? I am not the only one who gets migraines the moment I smell a waft. I find it inexcusable that I am forced to deal with cigars on my own turf. Smoke 'em in your own private clubs with your other stuffy, over-dressed white-man friends. Please don't puff on the sidewalk, the park or anytime before noon. In Texas they are starting to bring this to legislation, and those Texans sure ain't happy. Boo hoo for you big guy with the oil plant and ten-gallon hat, we all deserve clean air to breathe. Aren't you doing enough damage already with your republican vote?

Disasters

I'm a sucker for a good televised disaster. This weekends' wildfires did not disappoint. Despite that it was a beautiful day, I was stuck at home glued to the set. Not entirely my choice, mind you. Last night, I awoke from a slumber in attempt to solace my hysteric maniacal cat, marching out to the living room, only to stub my toe, wrenching my neck, resigning me to the sofa with a big 'ole bag of ice for the better part of the day. I spent all day getting jacked up on yerba mate with the remote in one hand.
whoa is me. Regardless, this all relates to Evelyn Paglini and her predictions for 2007. Wildfires topped her list, along with terrible storms at odd times of the year, and drenching rains. We are in for it, America, for she's hardly one to be wrong.

Talk about branding?!

When Lucky magazine first came out I thought I'd died and gone to retail heaven. Goodbye long-lines and shopping heedlessly. Lucky had the price, the web address and the phone number. You never had to leave your house to be decked out in the latest style.
Remember pop-up video on MTV?? Little chat bubbles with interesting, non-relevant facts would keep me more entertained than the video.
Where am I going with this, you ask? This week I watched the latest episode of The Hills. (I'm addicted!) and it was like a combination of Lucky and pop-up video and it disgusted me. Little bubbles pop up and say: Scarf; Alexander McQueen, $325.
At the end of the show was a Tally, (over $8,000!) telling you what it costs to live the life like The Hills.
I like this show, actually. I love watching Heidi squirm and I find myself obsessed with their vapid conversations and stupid cat-fights. However, I'm not crazy about their clothes, their lifestyle or their expensive cars and ugly boyfriends, and I can't believe that the producers of the show thought it was okay to market designer digs to 12 year-old girls.

my reality fix

I will not be watching I love New York 2 until she gets rid of the midget.

My view on The View

Did Barbara Walters really say that? Did she say, on national television, that she'd "do" Faith Hill's husband Tim McGraw? She sure did, you can be sure of that. Faith Hill now has the complete and utter right to bitch-slap Ms. Walters. Since when do grown women say that to other grown women, and you can bet Barbara and Faith didn't really know each other all that well prior to the recent comment. Again, I ask myself, what kind of society do we live in? Especially when renowned interviewers like Walters stoop down to the lowest, low level. Let's also not ignore how absolutely disgusting that image really is.
Oh Barbara, you should just step down from your post at the View. It has become nothing but a joke, and with conservative Elizabeth Hasselback spewing comments nearly as ignorant as Ann Coulter it won't be long before trouble again brews on The View.

grammar

Doesn't anyone know how to spell anymore?? Does anyone know the difference between know and now? How about too, to and two. I'm convinced that most high school graduates don't know much. Texting lingo has permeated our beautiful, albeit confusing language. Everywhere I look I spy spelling errors, misused words and massive typos. A fun challenge I like to partake in every now and again is taking an issue of The Metro and circling all the typos. It just goes to show you that literacy has taken a back seat. Anyone can be a published writer. And the best part is people just don't notice. High schools need to implement exit exams or society is doomed to the inevitable idiocracy.
Punctuation is another issue. Who knows when to insert an apostrophe...it's often easier finding ways around 'em.

Idiocracy....has arrived

Idiocracy in America is here, and it is most apparent in the form of a "talent show" on Prime Time called Singing Bee. What this atrocity called entertainment consists of, is a bunch of scantily clad dancers, called Bees, entertainers performing campy renditions of past hits from the eighties, and the host, none other than Joey Fatone, fresh from rehab and unable to get any other type of work. This show consists of contestants who out-karoake each other. As if we don't hear enough karoake drafting in from various neighborhood bars until the wee hours of the morning. Now we can watch fat mid-Western wives compete for prizes on National television. Please cease this madness! America knows nothing better than over-saturation, and who better to host than Fatone, who knows over-saturation at its best.

Oreos

Every so often there comes around a commercial that is just so disturbing, so tasteless, one wonders how it got to air on Prime-time television. Such is the case with the new Oreo Pizza for Domino. A man claims, "Oreo pizza for Dominoes...it will grow on you..." And this man has a beard of cookie crumbles growing on his face. Yes, a beard of cookie crumbles, ewww. I do not even want to go into what is inherently wrong with a pizza consisting of oreos and dough....but alas I cannot help myself. Is there any wonder why there is a diabetes epidemic of mass-proportions afflicting our youth? Is there any wonder why our government cannot possibly tackle the connundrum of affordable health care for the masses? Look what we feed our kids, what we enourage other people to indulge in and what we eat ourselves. Last night, Brett Michaels, on Rock of Love, confessed to having a diabetes problem . Too many oreos, Brett?? hmmm. Girlfriends of rock stars are now forced to jab them with a syringe to keep the party going. Fun times in America.

unfortunate fashion

Will this legging phase ever phase-out? This pervasive trend has everyone from infants to grandmothers in its clutches. Honestly, I don't think I can take seeing another over-weight woman in her twenties rockin' colorful leggings with an oversized T-shirt. There is nothing revolutionary about the way you look girlfriend!...In fact you kind of resemble Roseanne Barr back in her hey-day. My suggestion: Get off the couch and try to squeeze into a pair of jeans, save the rest of us from the eye sores that you've become. Just by being slightly original, you can stop supporting corporate machines like American Apparel and Urban Outfitters. We can build a better world, one less pair of leggings at a time.

Foodies

Anthony Bourdain may be an enemy of vegetarians throughout the world, but when he came right out and bashed Rachel Ray for bad tipping, well, my heart went pitter-patter, flutter-flutter. Thanks Tony! For outing that hack of host that the lemmings love. I briefly watched an interview with RR on a network news channel; she was her usual quirky self, and I could only stomach her for a few minutes. Her raspy voice and her insincere modesty made me want to gag. No one cares, Rachel, whether you are a trained chef or even if you have an education at all. Please stop plugging up our airwaves and cookbook aisles with your useless fodder. Please stop feeding the lemmings. You are responsible for the rising obesity epidemic by promoting fattening foods, with recipes like, Nacho Salad, or Turkey-Stuffing Cobbler. I hope you sleep well at night, Miss RayRay, because knowing people like you exist, I cannot.

Anthony, on the other hand, while unabashedly bashing vegetarians, is forced to eat things like oxen colon or deep-fried ants. That is why he makes the big bucks while I just chomp happily on green things I can identify. He can have his money and his pseudo-fame; I am just glad I don't have to eat any colon of any animal for my paycheck.

Who is the real winner.