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I read an article about a woman who was hit by four separate cars while trying to walk across the freeway (and you thought you were having a bad day). The first car hit her and pulled over. As the woman started to get up, another car hit her. A third and fourth car hit her as she was lying on the road. Needless to say, the pedestrian didn’t make it (further proof people are not cars and shouldn’t be walking on the freeway).
But the part that stands out most to me is two of the four drivers drove off without sticking around to make sure she was okay or talk to the police. I gotta hope there’s a special place in Hell for people that hit someone with their car and drive away because they don’t want to be held liable for their actions. I understand if someone robs a liquor store because they need the money. I can relate to someone who kills their wife for the insurance money. I can even fathom stabbing someone over a pair of sneakers. But I have no sympathy for the people who ran over this gal on the freeway. After . . . . .
For some reason, I find myself fascinated with Octomom. It’s so unlike me to care about something that doesn’t affect me. I don’t care which celebrity got married, cheated on his girlfriend, or got pregnant because it’s none of my business and doesn’t affect me. That’s what makes my Octomom interest so hypocritical: whatever she does is none of my business and doesn’t affect me. And yet…I’m compelled.
I think I’m lured by the situation–it’s a circus of chaos. Where else is the media parked outside 24 hours a day? The cameras follow her for a reason–the woman is a total nut job. It seems like there’s Octomom news on a daily basis. But above all, I’m waiting for her inevitable crash. When the media goes away, she’s going to hafta find a way to raise 14 children on zero income (Her family has more parts than a basketball team. An NBA squad has 12 players; she has 14 kids. If Donald Sterling can barely afford to pay the Clippers: how is she going to feed her own flock?). I’m not sure what sorta satisfaction I’m looking for–I just know the moment it all comes crumbling down will bring me . . . . .
US automakers came to Congress asking for $30 billion, claiming without the dough they’ll go bankrupt. Congress didn’t trust them with $30 billion, instead opting to give them only $14 billion. That seems awfully foolish to me. If someone says “I need 30 bricks to build a house” and you decide to give them only 14 bricks, the house isn’t going to get built because it’s still 16 bricks short. Not only did the house not get built, you also wasted your 14 bricks on a project that didn’t have enough material. Same thing feels true about the carmakers. If the automakers needed $30 billion, what good is $14 billion going to do them?
On my honeymoon, I saw a lot of topless women. As per non-American customs, many women opted to remove their tops when sunbathing at the beach. If I was 14 and not accustomed to female mammaries, it would be heaven. Since I’m 31 and have a thorough and complete collection of porn on my hard drive, I wasn’t the slightest bit interested. It’s not just because I’ve seen more boobs than doughnuts. I’ve learned something from my years of “Girls Gone Wild” videos and consider . . . . .
Why is Jessica Alba considered a star? What has she ever done? She was on a short-lived television show about a decade ago. She was in the “Fantastic Four”–but it’s not like that increased her star power. And that’s about the only two things I think she’s ever done. I guess there’s no limits to how far a pretty face can take you.
Once again, I am completely out of the loop. Yahoo! released its annual list of top ten searches for 2008. These are the words and terms people most frequently type in the Yahoo! search engine. Of the ten, I can tell you that I have search for exactly zero of them. Not just in 2008–but my entire lifetime. I have never Yahooed Britney Spears (nor could I pick her out of a lineup of six other blonde girls). I never wanted to know anything about Angelina Jolie. I don’t think I’ve ever read an article about Lindsay Lohan. But it gets worse. Not only am I so anti-mainstream to never have searched for any of the ten terms, I never even heard of two of them. Who is Naruto and what the heck is a RuneScape?
I . . . . .
On Black Friday, there were three shopping-related deaths (giving new meaning to the term “shop ’til you drop”). I don’t understand the frenzy that motivates someone to kill for $3 off a Tickle-Me-Elmo doll, but then again there’s a lot I don’t understand about this world. Black Friday typically has some good deals but rarely anything good enough to get me out of bed before 5 am–and certainly nothing worth killing for. Like cattle being chase by a hound, dozens of Wal-Mart customers trampled a man as the store open. And at a Toys-R-Us, two men–both armed–shot each other.
While what happened at that Toys-R-Us is a tragedy (that’s what some would say; I think it’s a good thing when you rid the world full of two bozos who take guns to go toy shopping), I think the overreaction by Toys-R-Us and local police is a bit of a joke. On Saturday, deputies patrolled the Palm Desert store, ensuring there wouldn’t be repeat. Really? Is that necessary? What happened on Black Friday was the perfect storm: a mad rush of shoppers, two armed idiots, and a crowd of people who had to watch the Lions game on TV. No one . . . . .
It’s official: The Wife is legally mine (I initially penned that line “The Girlfriend”–old habit do die hard). She received her new social security card this week with her new last name–mine. And since she has my name on her that makes her my property. That’s not chauvinistic–it’s life. Kinda like when you’re a kid and you write your name on your football. You do it so everyone knows it’s yours. I’m not going to take a Sharpie and write on The Wife’s forehead, but that doesn’t change the fact she has my name and is now my property.
I’m hardly an expert and there’s a good chance I don’t even know what I’m talking about–but that’s never stopped me from giving my opinion. With that in mind, I think I’m opposed to a potential government bailout of US automakers. It’s my taxes and I don’t wanna see it wasted. I know we’re talking about putting a lot of people out of work–but I don’t see why the US government has to save a company that pushes products no one wants. That’s all it really comes down to. Isn’t the whole point of capitalism and free markets about letting the . . . . .
The early results are in and I’m sad. Just when you think our society is willing to accept, you see the prejudice that resides in people’s hearts. As of now, Prop 8 is failing–54 percent to 46. It’s early–but the race is nowhere near close. I’m surprised by the results–I assumed it wouldn’t pass–but I guess that just goes to show you everyone’s opinion is different.
I really thought this thing would fail. It feels like our society is becoming more tolerant of gay people. I figured intelligent folks would see through the misleading and negative ad campaigns. And yet here we are, another civil liberty denied.
Prop 8 passing means one of two things:
1) People truly aren’t open and accepting of homosexuals. Sure, they might say all the right things in public. But when it comes to anonymous private opinions, people hate the gays. That’s the only reason I can think of to deny them the same opportunity that’s available to everyone else. Either that…
2) Either that or people are truly stupid. The television campaigns focused on the children. Everyone always wants to protect the children. The quickest way you can get anyone’s emotions riled up is . . . . .
There’s a proposition on the California ballot this fall to change the state constitution and ban same-sex marriages. It’s very much a hot button ticket. I even seem to recall reading that this issue has raised more money than any other proposition in the country–quite an interesting feat considering neither side has anything to gain or lose financially. But it’s all so misguided.
A neighbor of mine–right across the street–has a sign in her house that reads “Prop 8 = Less Government. Yes on 8.” How is changing the state constitution considered less government? If anything, changing the constitution and making new laws is MORE government.
The “Yes” people are playing games with the advertising–saying we have to vote yes to save the children. Commercials say that if gay marriages aren’t banned, educators will be forced to teach kids about same-sex marriages in schools. I know it’s been a while since I went to school, but I don’t recall “what is marriage” subject in grade school. I remember history, math, and spelling–but no “a man must marry a woman” classes. The ad is manipulative and lying: it preys off people’s fears (because you have to save the children) simply so . . . . .
I read an article online that said the earth has four billion phone lines and one billion computers. That ratio doesn’t seem right. Four to one? I have one phone line and about a dozen computers–I must be throwing the scale off.
This story is a little old, but it took me a while to gather all the facts before I attempted my spin on it (whaddya know: I can do research). A while back, the LA Times reported that an LA judge named Alex Kozinski had a pornographic website. I’m giving you the gist of the story because there’s no need for me to reiterate the whole LA Times piece. The highlights include “a video described as a half-dressed man cavorting with a sexually aroused farm animal” and “the judge acknowledged maintaining his own publicly accessible website featuring sexually explicit photos and videos.”
Once the story ended up on wire services, it took off. Why wouldn’t it? It was sleazy and involved a prominent judge…who just so happened to be presiding over a trial about porn. This story was as juicy as they come. For almost a week, Judge Kozinski got ripped in national media. He was considered a . . . . .
According to CBS, an FBI agent accidentally shot herself this week when her gun discharged in her pocket. This is exactly what happens when you allow women to be cops. Last time I checked, John McClane only gets shot by terrorists.
A few years ago, El Diablo and I were eating late-night tacos. We had no place to sit and eat, so we went inside a 24-coin laundry mat. I couldn’t help but be fascinated with the business. At first, I questioned the profitability of a coin laundry–after all, most are fairly empty and the average customer spends only two or three bucks. But then I got to thinking, there has to be a reason people own coin laundry mats–no one is in business to lose money. As far as I could tell, running a laundry mat is pretty easy. It’s fairly self-automated. There are no labor expenses because the place is never manned. After startup, only expenses are rent, water, and electricity. Meanwhile, customers pump quarters into a machine that cost relatively nothing to run.
That’s when I realized if I was to open my own business, coin laundry would be it (if the Hooters plan fails). I don’t . . . . .
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