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.