So what do you do when kids are bad and need to be punished? Well, if you're the United States you take away their Dear Leader's toys. (Don't forget to take away his horde of female companions either) So rather than taking a more pragmatic approach to negotiation, it's better just to stick it to him like this. This is a long line of failed international actions in what will probably further antagonize him but do nothing to help the millions of starving North Koreans. [Washington Post].
I'm not a car designer but since I've been in the automotive industry and I pour through oodles of auto websites and magazines every day, I consider myself a trend follower and to some degree... a pundit. The new Sebring is mighty ugly. Trying to take the best of some of Momma MB's styling cues, Chrysler fails miserably. Let's see, first off the Sebring has platform-sharing duties with the Dodge Caliber. While that to itself isn't a bad decision so as to allow for less costly product (i.e. more profitable), the Sebring's rear proportions make it look like a Caliber with a long snout. In addition, what's up with the rising beltline and the horribly placed door handles? I understand that you want the perfection of an ugly line but throwing in two door handles above that line doesn't make it any better. Lastly, door guards. Yes... wise decision in our strip-mall obsessed world but again, bad placement. That's just ugly man. Let's take a few minutes to sit enjoy the beauty that is Aston Martin (yes, I realize there's a door handle outside the body line but it actually looks good!).
As part of my fascination with how things are made:
I love one of the first lines - "the drama that is steel-making..." I didn't realize that steel making is that emotional.
Man, I wish I could draw like she does.
I know that growing up where I did, I was pretty insulated. Last night, LT talked about her trip in enYcee. She mentioned that coke use is incredibly casual over there and that when she went to a friend's apartment, coke was being passed around like gum. Casual, carefree... habitual and still stupid. In a watching-a-train-wreck way, here's a video of the birth of the coke on your friend's platter.
I've always wondered how auto manufacturers determine car names. While luxury makers have go the alpha-numeric route (Audi, MB, BMW, Lexus), others come up with fanciful monikers. Interestingly enough, I believe that Jeep has turned to inspiration from every 30-year old boys' childhood - The Transformers! Behold the Jeep TrailHawk (definitely an Autobot's name):
Yeah I realize Ol' Charlie chose his gameday attire out of a freshman's closet but come on... do you really need to add ridicule to the misery that is ND football? [AOL Fanhouse]
I'm watching the game with my step-papa and my biggest fear came true. He likes to tease me about my and my step-brother's affinity for all things Trojan. Watching an actual game with him isn't too fun. He will usually root against 'SC but this time he was sort of rooting for us... that is until during one of our drives he just yelled "interception" as Booty was about to hike the ball. No, nothing immediate happened but on the very next play there was an interception. And for the next 15 minutes, I didn't say anything to him. Did he jinx us? Well, only God knows that but there was just an uncanny correlation to when he spate out "interception" with no cause and one actually occurring, as well as the last part of the 1st half that almost let ND back into the game. Whew... we won, the birds are chirping and the sun shines again. Boy, do we love that Booty.
Have you ever Googled your own name? How did you feel about the results?
Submitted by elen.
Yes and it was horrific. There is a Canadian singer with my name. He wears tight leather jackets and has bad songs. He can do mid-air splits (I don't envy that he can do that). I'd like to take his domain name from him as well. The end is near, revenge shall be swift and sweet.
As is my typical fashion, I listen to NPR. This is always a great source of inner thought, especially on the relatively short but traffic-lengthened trip home. My latest post is about fasting and feasting during this Gorge Yourself Day (Thanksgiving). While some are gorging on deals at Best Buy for Black Friday, others gorged themselves the night before. I wanted to reflect a little bit on that little "e" which separates Fast and Feast. Many Christians and Muslims use fasting to show one's devotion to God. The time not eating is used to remind one of what one has and to give thanks. Feasting means eating all you can till you burst. Thus, as we are all chowing down on our Thanksgiving leftovers, have we really given thanks or are we just gorging? By worshiping the almighty Tom and his dressings, I believe we've lost the meaning of what it means to give thanks. I'm not saying that we abolish Thanksgiving (I love my sister's stuffing and mashed potatoes too much) but that we spend a little time fasting and realizing how lucky we are.
