Amber Lee is the Obama Girl
Saturday, June 30, 2007A Lesson A Day is in Manhattan for a long weekend
Friday, June 29, 2007If you need some reading material, try our scavenging jackal Tumblog!
The lesson of the day is Some days have no lessons and you’re just lucky to be alive.
Word of the Day: greige
Thursday, June 28, 2007I came upon “greige” in a lame article about the iPhone. Though the piece sucked, I thought the word was cool. Greige. Had to mean a boring, unpleasant color, like a gray or a beige, right? As opposed to the beauty that is anything Apple, according to some?
I was so intrigued I looked it up and it means something totally different. It’s from the textile industry and means “unfinished”. Like, undyed.
I propose a second meaning, that of a boring color or function. “My old Cingular Sony Ericsson phone is so fucking greige. I can’t wait to chunk it for an iPhone 2.0.”
The lesson of the day is Greige is the new nudzh.
Who taught you to drive?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007I hate lame links on blogs without context. But sometimes you find something out of left field that’s just “too good not to share.” Ugh. But, really, this is worth five minutes of your time.
This is just great. I particularly like the second one down, on the left, and the top middle chica.
–Now, I know I’m not your real dad. But since I married your momma, that means I have to teach you three things. Driving, hunting, and making love. Today, it’s driving.
Atlas of Life Expectancy Worldwide
Wednesday, June 27, 2007The lesson of the day is If we had the best health care in the world, no other country would be outliving us.
Experimental Doritos: X-13D. I name them SuckChips
Tuesday, June 26, 2007I’ve saw these on store shelves at my local, beloved Kroger.
I thought I was in a special test market and was really in on some groundbreaking snack experimentation. You could have a flashy display with Vegas showgirls and explosives and I’d pass it by, but if I see a little black bag of something that looks kind of like it may be a little dangerous to your health, I’m going to go check it out, man.
Doritos knows this, of course, and got me to buy a bag.
Don’t buy a bag unless you like the idea of eating dehydrated, overly-ketchuped McDonald’s Happy Meal burgers, with extra ketchup. Dipped in pickle sauce. That’s what they taste like. Fucking McDonald’s burgers.
Where’s the scientist who invented Cool Ranch flavor Doritos? Is the guy behind X-13D his, like, evil twin? I mean, fuck.
Yeah, Doritos, you got my $2.59. But you didn’t understand how powerful is the power of bloggism and now no one in the land will try your confounded demon snacks spawned from an unholy coupling of Ronald McDonald and Dora Dorito. Who doesn’t exist, but she should. So she could kick the evil scientist out of the Doritos kitchen and bring back Cool Ranch-style goodness.
Or, unless you’re like me, after reading this, you’ll go buy a bag just to see how yucky a chip can be.
Damn you, Doritos. Damn you to heck.
You know, if Dora Dorita (better than Dorito) was real, she’d look like the BEST LOOKING WOMAN THAT HAS EVER BEEN ON THE INTERNETS and I’d buy all the chips she had to offer.
The lesson of the day is A hot girl can sell anything.
Misplaced Meadow Effect DEMONSTRATED
Monday, June 25, 2007I found a person who has never watched a Sopranos episode all the way through, but knew a bit about the hubbub from simply living in America. This is not someone’s granny, however.
Subject: Hot 36 year old babe, smart (salutatorian of her class). Journey fan.
I gave her a bit of background. Not much. I told her it was the last episode, and the people involved in the scene were all a family. I told her that Tony was a mobster.
That’s right…I only showed her the last scene. I let it roll and shut up.
Results:
- After the black screen (at which time she looked up at me and asked ‘is that all?’, which I met with silence and pointed back at the screen until the credits came up), I asked Subject what she thought happened.
She thought the ending meant they continued their lives as normal. I think this was really typical of the majority of viewers–until they thought about it more.
- I asked Subject what was the very last shot she remembered seeing.
She said the last shot was MEADOW ENTERING THE DINER.
Researcher was very pleased at the results. In fact, researcher lost his professional detachment and started laughing with delight. This was the first time I’d heard that this strange effect could be reproduced in fairly controlled conditions.
She had not read my analysis and didn’t know about the details of the controversy. She definitely didn’t know the issue that some of us have picked up on (but, still, not major media) about how funky it is that we remember different endings.
I replayed the same end again at her request, then asked her about the last shot, which she remembered correctly the second time. She said that what got her was the danger “the daughter” was in out there on the road, and how the SUV seemed like it was going to nail her.
Subject, who has a degree in psychology, mentioned how trauma victims sometimes have similar gaps in their memory following a stressful event.
The lesson of the day is The Misplaced Meadow effect is demonstrable. Or, more generally, even a television show can cause viewers to exhibit trauma victim symptoms. Or, more directly, David Chase is a big ol’ traumatizer. 🙂
Indiana Jones! First New Image since 1989
Friday, June 22, 20074 Spoilers: HARRY POTTER ENDING. For real(?)
Thursday, June 21, 2007This is very bad of me. I may not keep this up long. My conscience bothers me.
Spoilers. Turn back now.
- Voldemort kills Hermoine, who was trying to protect Ron
- Snape kills Hagrid
- Harry Potter kills baddies.
- HP Wins. Lives.
Courtesy ‘Gabriel’.