Remember to do your part
Mark your calendars, because December 22 is Global Orgasm Day. It’s amazing how the hippies are always way ahead of their time when it comes to socially conscious movements. And just to lend some credibility to their plot to get the entire planet to have sex at the same time, they added a bit about “The Science” behind it all. As if you need a good reason to do your duty, so to speak, be sure to read aallllll about The Science. It’s incredibly “technical,” and a link to the brave, pioneering Princeton scientists and an acoustic jam session in the background make it all the more convincing. And for all you Mac owning, widget obsessed folks out there, they even offer a widget counting down to the big O. I think it’s actually an interesting idea, but the only thing I wish they had done was spring for a hand model on the home page. Hippie fingernail hygiene, or lack thereof, is not very sexy.
Squirrel, please!
Please, squirrel, watch the ‘Hells Yeah’ ad.
Then watch the ‘Squirrels’ one.
It’s a needed reminder that advertising can be fun.
Half the (business)man I used to be
Say hello the newest subject of our nightmares, the Business Bib.
Or the po’ (business) man’s dickie. Or the loneliest man alive’s dickie. Take your pick. It’s just fun to say dickie.
Seriously. What self-respecting telecommuter can wear this without hyperventilating with laughter over his (or her) midriff showing like a 17 year old tramp’s at the county fair? It’s like a fashion mullet. A 10/90. 10% Trump, 90% Britney. A Trumpney. Sadly, if you’re a business woman that doesn’t have a penchant for men’s suits, you’ll have to wait a bit for your fe-dickie. I wonder if they’ll make tacky fashion accessories to go with it in the meantime, like belly button rings from which you can hang your memory sticks or cellular phone earbud. Or maybe temporary tattoos of $$$ or “middle management” or “profits are up!”
God, you have to love this world sometimes.
The Harry Potter conspiracy
So, why did no one tell me and my spaghetti noodle of a spine that Harry Potter #5 is as thick, if not thicker, than HP#4? Have you all been sworn to secrecy? I am beginning to think that J.K. Rowling is in cahoots with the National Chiropractic Association or receiving some major kickbacks from the company that makes this ergonomic backpack.
Like maybe she’s being paid by the word? And what does the JK stand for exactly?
Who needs an editor? Just Kidding! JK! JK!
Ah, but who am I to complain? I’m completely and utterly addicted, making a latenight run to Kate’s for an emergency book borrowing. I promise to race through the last two books as to not bore you to death with my rants of sore shoulder muscles and the fact that with this tome in tow, I am unable to fit comfortably through the el turnstiles.
This just in
Walking Dude has traded in his untamed silver/blonde/brown patchwork mane for a sleek, dome-top mullet!
Think along the lines of an evolved, present-day Barry Gibb mullet.
Or better yet, a Bea Arthur type ‘do, but will less perm and more sweet mullet action in back, and maybe a little Burt Reynolds thrown in.
Ok, so that wasn’t quite the photo of Burt I was looking for, but tell me, how could I NOT post it? He’s morphing into his rug!
In short, Walking Dude’s mullet is pretty stunning.
And what I really want to know is, who does Walking Dude’s hair!? Did he go to a trendy salon or a time warped barbershop? Did the stylist realize he or she is cutting a living legend’s hair? And did he ask for a trim? Was he needing a change? Did he bring a picture? Did they sucker him into many overpriced hair products? So many unanswered questions.
Anyway, stay tuned and hopefully I’ll be able to score some secret photos soon!
