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.