Oh Hai….Sweetie

Oh dear, Oh No.

As I’m sure you might have probably heard or seen yesterday, there was a headline all over the internets, and possible the tv-nets, which stated with some amount of horror that Senator Obama called a reporter ‘Sweetie’…as opposed to her name which he did not know and she did not offer to him.

Now, I’m not picking up for Obama, and I’m sure as heall not picking up for the reporter, I’m just going to look at this little stint in a rational way.

Firstly, I call people dearie all the time, should I now right a million apologies to these people? for calling them dear ? No, you know what, I don’t think I’m going to do that.

As far as I’m concerned Obama did no wrong, he should not have had to apologize, but i think even so it was honourable that he did, considering the reporter later said that she had been “called worse before”…yea, really? you’re kidding………

It’s so mudane and inappropriate the things that the use to drag the senator into the spotlight, this, my dears [no offense meant] is an attempt to shine a bad light over Obama’s halo, yes, it is!

Now, because Obama said it, ‘Sweetie’ is right up there with the worst of the derogatorry terms……..i mean instead of saying bitch you might as well say sweetie right?

Definitely….

Not.

Now I do agree that ’sweetie’ has a lot of ‘urban’ meanings, but it doesnt change the fact that people, everywhere…even the ‘human’ senator Obama, has little habits where we use certain words or body languages all the time.

For the senator, it just to happens to be ‘Sweetie’.

Grow up…and get over it. Appreciate the fact that he did not delve deeper and use some of those unfortunate terms you claim to be so used to being called.

Can you just imagine if he had added ‘pie’ to it? or dear lord, what if he had said ‘honey’…to fathom it…

Anyway….

I won’t touch the question she asked, and the whole political aspect of it. That’s not my thing, I’d rather talk about political people but not about politics. See how that works? great!

Now speaking of Obama and people and sweetie, Maroon 5 has a new video featuring the amazing Rihanna and I jsut thought I’d share something truely sweet with you before I dismiss myself:

Bye sweetie[s] !

Surprise Surprise

It’s mother’s day. yay.

 

I don’t have much to say, but thank god for all the moms/parents/family members who devote their lives to taking care of us. Being harsh on us, giving and taking from us, preventing us and allowing us. Because without them we would be something entirely different.

 

It should be everyday that we say these things, but since we don’t always remember, or make the time to-it’s nice that there is a day cut out and put aside for just that. We can use it or abuse it, whatever, at least it’s there for those who want a chance to care.

 

I could mention what the past few weeks have been like for me. But that would be too much of a personal blog and i try to steer extremely clear of those. However, I think I can mention that I went through a brief stint of being obsessed with things, as that is what I do.

I realize though, that Rihanna, Fashion, Music and Books will pretty much have to do it for me. Those things don’t alter my moods in negative ways, they don’t brig me up and then immediately bring me down without any reason or warning. They are constant and I love them. Books don’t talk, music can be changed and Rihanna doesn’t speak in her pictures!

 

Yahoo Answers, where had I been? Apparently somewhere I should be. It was fun while it lasted and I got all the way to level two! woohoo.. and some of my answers even got chosen as best Answer. But, I have nothing to ask that I can’t answer for myself, I never did and I never will. I’m self reliant that’s for sure.

I get hooked easily but I tire easily, and this….is obviously going to cause more damage than anything else. So I’m pretty much over it…can you believe i have FOUR books that have not been read because of……a website….

 

I think I’d more readily join facebook. But alas, that’s not going to happen.

 

None of it is going to happen and I’d rather be neutral than understanding. Surprise surprise…she who lacks faith and moves through moods like the weather.

 

Will be back with something worth reading . till then…

 

Live for yourself. Or it gets pretty boring, pretty ‘oh, great, good for you’, pretty lets say words that have no meaning, pretty i wish i did that but i did not, pretty i have regrets but no fond memories, pretty why a i the only one that ever sees past the obvious themundane, pretty this is not exciting and you don’t excite me.

 

Live only for you, and it should be pretty alright.

 

 

Nice

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

I don’t care that Hanna Mon-too-mature has posed “seemingly topless” in Vanity Fair. So I’m not going to talk about it past the sentence following this one. It’s about time it blew over.

I’d like to instead talk about Mothers’ Day and all the really un-wonderful gifts options for that mother you just love to not love. Because let’s face it-they exist. Or..maybe…the mother with the sense of humour, but that my be much harder to come by.

First I’d like to make special mention of the Fat Pig Chocolate Bars:-

This wonderfully delicious chocolate confectionery in attractively pink wrapped squares is sure to offend any mother you love to not love. After she opens the box she will be greeted by the neatly stacked bubble gum pink squares of chocolate goodness and a not on the inside of the lid that declares: “FAT PIG” with a blond girl holding up a pig snout to her nose. It’s all very cute-really-the girl has pigtails and aw, so adorable, but it gets better! After she opens the pretty pink wrapper [which has a piggy snout on it" she will be greeted by the following inscription on thin pink foil:

“Get your snout in this. Shove every single square in your face right now. And do it quick. Or some other fat pig might ask you for a piece. Oink, oink!”

Precious! isn't it? I do believe it is the perfect way to tell any chocolate lover you love to not love that you do not love them, and if they are not easily offended they might even get some good oinkganic milk chocolate out of it. Yum!

Secondly, Morbid Furniture:-

What better way to get the message across that to buy someone couch in the shape of a coffin? No better way, actually.

And it gets better! as always! the couches are made out of genuine recycled coffin material. Fantastic.

“Our niche happens to be 18 gauge steel coffins which we collected from local funeral homes primarily in Southern California,” CoffinCouches.com says. “It is a health and safety law that funeral homes cannot resell used coffins to the general public. We approached funeral directors with the attitude of recycling. These coffins are not used for burial due to slight cosmetic inconsistencies. They are reconfigured and modified resulting in a finished product - a unique one a kind coffin couch.”

And if you think that's titillating, just wait till you hear you can send them on a weekend getaway to the Propeller Island City Lodge.

 

At Propeller Island City Lodge, every room is decorated by artists in a different theme.  That concept isn’t new, but Germany’s Propeller Island takes the idea to the extreme.

The coffin room features two coffins, “In both coffins you can even slumber beneath closed lids! Or, ditch the coffin idea for a relaxing night in a cage, “Dual cages, situated in the centre of this spacious menagerie, rest on stilts measuring 1.5 meters tall .."

Don't we all know someone we'd love to lock in a cage? No? Fine, but just in case you change your mind!

And Thirdly, if none of the above is working for you and you simply cannot choose what to give your mom whom you love to not love, then consider this.

Give her the gift of nothing, complete with ribbon and bow.

It will surely put the message across, the best part is, it is totally up to the receiver to figure out what type of social/ personal commentary you are trying to hint. Which is the beauty of this concept by Christine Wong Yap , it is so very  deep, that they will never know what you are really trying to say-yet hopefully they somehow will come close enough to derive some meaningfulness from it.

 

 

 

Happy Mothers' day for yours when it comes =]

Freak you out

Demo of animated girl which follows mouse, really.

Baby Ronald McDonald.

Barack Obama Hige [facial hair]-Chen [referring to/of Chinese origin]—-> Hige-Chen *Please correct me if my definition is wrong! it is courtesy of the inter webs.**

 

Also you have to check out this site if you really want to know what’s going on here MotionPortrait!

 

And speaking of Videos, that reminds me of this:

Who would have thought transvestites could sell razors? Is that a good marketing Idea? A bad one? I don’t know what to think, but he sure is a pretty looking boy.

Ecstasy is only a hoofbeat away!

 It’s probably exactly what you’re thinking, whatever you’re thinking it is exactly that.

There actually is a book titled the ‘Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories’ and this book was written by Alisa Surkis and Monica Nolan. For reals.

Like i said, whatever you’re thinking, that’s probably what it’s about. But just to put you on the right path, think: eight short stories about forbidden same sex love set in different time periods…all surrounded by horses.

In whatever way you’d like to include said horses go right ahead, because I think it should be entirely up to ones own inferences if they have not read the book, but has been introduced to the title.

On the topic of really weird books titles, there is actually a competition for this. In which you can win. This year’s winner for the most odd book title is: ‘If You Want Closure in Your Relationship, Start With Your Legs’ by Big Boom. really…

“The winner, ‘If You Want Closure,’ makes redundant an entire genre of self-help tomes,” said Joel Rickett, deputy editor of The Bookseller. “So effective is the title that you don’t even need to read the book itself.” The title runner-up was “I Was Tortured by the Pygmy Love Queen” and the third-place finisher, “Cheese Problems Solved.” Past winners had titles like “Weeds in a Changing World” (1999), “The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories” (2003); “Bombproof Your Horse” (2004); and “The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America: A Guide to Field Identification” (2006).”  (FOXNEWS)

So according to Big Boom…the author “It’s a book, that is raw, honest and about you,” distilling “the sweat off my back, the wrinkles in my forehead from anger and thinking all the time.”

Oh dear, poor Boomsie. I know it must be terribly heartbreaking to formulate an entire book aimed at helping the entire female population who did not ask for your help or advise and therefore will not give two shits about it.

Unfortunately, this award will probably be the only award his book will ever get, and if he wants to turn around his career i suggest he changes his Pseudonym and stop writing with his reproductive organs, or thinking with it. or both.

Moving on to losing faith in all humanity. The video below addresses the issue of precocious puberty. Wth is that, right. Well kids are growing up fast these days. Girls wear bras by 8 and boys are drinking beer at 3, though drinking beer probably has nothing to do with puberty, i still think it would be quite shocking…three? dear me.

The fact of the matter is there are all sorts of stuff allowing kids to grow up too fast, and as a result they get STDs before it is legally appropriate for them to do so. It’s really a disturbing debacle, and I urge you to watch the video.

So speaking of Puberty and little people, have you heard about ‘MY Pee Pee Bottle’? No, not mine, but that is the name of an actual product for kids and generally irksome persons who would spend money on a bottle that looked very similar to the one you drink from, take it around with you and allow your child to pee in it.

mmm.

Well then, I suppose maybe I’m a little backward, or old fashioned and I am clearly missing that this is actually the way forward. This is how humans develop and evolve into something so much greater and more powerful.

 

 

Unfortunately I will be left behind in a pee pee bottle-less era.