Well, maybe that’s why I’m fat. But don’t worry, if you’re looking for a reason why you personally are fat, look no further. Submit your own over the top, rediculous food item or just take a peek at what sort of fatty stuff is out there. It will blow your mind! The stuff people make… ::shudder:: And yet plenty of delicious things I wouldn’t mind trying (see above).
Link courtesy Dabu.
Today’s post is dedicated to Kate Micucci. You’ve probably seen her before. She has been on several T.V. shows, but she was recently on Scrubs and you also may remember her from that Movie Phone commercial where it is just her sitting in a car eating a candy bar and we can hear her thoughts. She is one of those sort of odd looking people where you can’t really decide if she’s attractive or not (no offense intended of course, I myself leave no doubt).
Her character on Scrubs sang and played the ukulele in a way that made me think she must do that in real life. Sure enough, the songs she played were actually songs of her own that you can see on youtube. I really like them! They are interesting and she has a good voice.
Here is an example. Be forewarned that this video is almost too cute for your mind to handle and I think that’s why it ends the way it does, to balance things out.
You may also want to check out her comedy group Garfunkel and Oates (not quite as clean as the above video!)
Okay, you’ve probably all seen this already since it has been all over the Internet. I always feel like I am the last person to post these things, but then again maybe my readers aren’t internet nerds.
It seems awful to laugh at this poor stoned kid, but man is it funny. I feel so bad for him, especially when he says things like, “Why is this happening to me?” and “Is this forever?”
For those of you not familiar with the world of Twitter, be happy. It is kind of a cross between old school away messages and new school facebook status updates. Basically, on your twitter, you put up little one word sentences or pictures (called “tweets”) that describe what you are doing at any given moment. “Hey, I had eggs for breakfast this morning” or “The guy in front of me in Starbucks right now is annoying” or “here is a picture to demonstrate the color of my toe fungus” or “right now, as you are reading this, I’m dropping a massive deuce”. As you can see, there’s virtually no reason for this technology to exist! But, then again, since you are reading my blog right now and it is essentially the same thing just in long form; I don’t have much room to complain.
Okay, now that the explanations are out of the way, check this out. Basically they monitored all superbowl related messages on twitter. The more a word was mentioned, the larger the word appears on the map. The words also appear on the map geographically where they were sent. So, for example, you see a lot of “Steelers” up by Pennsylvania and a lot of “Cardinals” down by Arizona. You can hit “play” and walk through time as the game progresses. Important events of the game are marked on the timeline. So, for example, right after the Cardinals score, you will see all of a sudden everybody uses the word “Cardinals”. Boy, as I write that it doesn’t sound that interesting, but I swear it is! I guess you have to see it. Also, the words are color coded red or black for the Cardinals or Steelers respectively, where applicable.
You can also mess around with the filters on the left hand side. My favorite is filtering on player names. Larry Fitzgerald didn’t do much at the beginning of the game, but then blew up at the end. So you see his name showing up more and more until it just *explodes* at the end. A scary one is to do the commercials filter and see what effect the commercials had on the minds of America. And the commercials weren’t even that good this year!
Link courtesy InteractiveReader.
Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never saw before.
Say “please” before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat nothing.
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers, feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty, clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.
From the back garden you will be able to see the wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter’s realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.
Once through the garden you will be in the wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-growth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman.
She may ask for something;
give it to her.
She will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December’s frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)
If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly;
that witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.
Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one’s lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
Remember your name.
Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).
There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is why it will not stand.
When you reach the little house, the place your journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.
And rest.
Shane Halbach 