Women’s Curling – the USA team’s Nicole Joraanstad.
I could watch her sweep for hours on end. She really puts her hips into it.
Blonde girl. Sweet bouncing hips.
Ummm….yeah.
U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
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This is crazy stuff.
I knew this sort of thing happened and what was possible, but I guess I didn’t realize just how much it really is used.
I’m married, so I don’t need the pick-up line, but I wonder if it’d get me laid:
“The weatherman isn’t calling for snow, but I see 6 inches coming your way tonight.”
(for the record, I picked “six” for the cadence of the sentence, a two syllable “seven” doesn’t flow as correctly and “eight” just sounds like drunken bragging – better to underpromise and overdeliver)
I vow to do this every morning for the rest of 2010.
I see this commercial all the time. Its one of those things that simultaneously makes me cringe and want to watch at the same time – the truest definition of a train wreck. It has to be the worst commercial – the worst idea for a commercial – in a while. Unintentionally horrible. But I have to watch it when it’s on. It sticks in my head. I secretly long to dance with a tub of margarine. I hate this commercial.
Even worse is that there’s a website, contests, a full-length music video – even a ‘making of’ clip about the video…all based on this crap.
This is why the rest of the world hates us…and why we’re great.
What I’d really like is a “Where Are They Now” follow-up.
Cool article. I’ve always been ok with compression and I believe you can push it quite a bit before it gets ugly, but popular techniques have long passed that point.
Like, for real?
I’m currently sketching out storyboards and fleshing out ideas for the first ever Lord Gonchar broadcast television holiday special.
I’m using the working title of “Christmas Up Your Ass” mostly because it rolls easily off the tongue and has a nice cadence. Then I figure I’ll just rip off Metallica’s “Metal Up Your Ass” graphic and poorly photshop the hand and dagger into a clip art christmas tree since it already sort of has the “glowing star on top” thing going on.
Man, it’s 5am. I need to go to bed…
…and just in case I don’t get a chance to say it again, “Merry Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) everyone!”
G’night.
Just totaling up the X-mas receipts. Sigh.
Looks like another light travel season this summer while we play some catch-up…a lot of catch-up, really.
I just want public record of the fact that today – December 2, 2009 – is the day the transition from little girl to total teenager has happened in our home.
Today in response to my making a joking comment about my daughter forgetting her band practice time sheet and signing it and handing it to her I was met with, “I know, daa-aaad!”
…and she said it in that tone of voice. (you have it in your head right now – and you’re spot on)
So I egged it on a little by questioning her lack of practice and got my first bit of real-world first-hand “teen logic” about how she needs this program for her computer that I’ve been dragging my feet on getting because she’s not sure if she’s hitting notes right and practicing wrong develops bad habits and wonk wonk wonk – essentially it was my fault she doesn’t practice enough. (not snotty about it, mind you, but definitely the twisted logic that we use with our parents at that age – and I’m sure it made perfect sense to her as she said it.)
Like I totally stepped out of body for the 45 seconds the whole conversation took and I could see the scene from above – a legit out of body experience! And I’m telling myself, “Holy shit! This is the moment. This is the first toe being dipped into the cold swimming pool. This is the beginning of the teen years coming on. At first it’s just a glimpse here and there. Then patterns develop. Then it’s more common than not. And before you know it – you have a fucking teenager.
It was truly a moment that made me both chuckle and feel a little sad at the same time.
I just want a written record of this moment. Definitely for posterity, but also so I can come back and read this a few years down the line when I can’t figure out why my kid seems to have gone totally nuts and does only things that makes me want to smack her upside the head.
Obama Asks House to Vote on Health Care Bill
Triumphant Democrats steered landmark health care legislation to the brink of passage in the House late Saturday night, spurred by a summons from President Barack Obama to “answer the call of history” and expand coverage to millions who lack it.
Because if he asked them to “answer the call of reason” no one would vote for it.
I’m hoping they at least gave it to the kid afterward, but even if they did this is pretty brutal – geez…
I still have a shitload of stuff that I wanted to do that I haven’t yet. Things around the house, that is. Amazing how a little procrastination (lazy is fun) mixed with a little bit of busy-ness (practices, appointments, life, etc), mixed with the occasional smack of dumb luck (did I mention the garage door opener was the latest house casualty?) and the overall additional costs of owning a house all lead to things not getting done. Summer is over and I’m sitting here thinking I HAVE to do some of this shit before the end of the month.
1. Finish the landscaping wall
2. Clean the gutters and get the stupid gutter covers off
3. Pull the ivy that’s overtaking the area between the house and shed
4. Oraganize the garage so the cars can get pulled in this winter
5. Put all the outside stuff in the shed for the winter
6. Get the fucking garage door fixed (new to the list as of this week)
Then it’s back to inside stuff over the winter. More painting, finally getting the basement back together after the great flood of 2009, furniture to fill the rooms so it looks like someone actually lives here.
…
Stuff is hard…and stuff.
Holy shit! And here’s the proof:
Come on! You gotta love that the word ‘heights’ isn’t even spelled correctly. I love the internets.
It’s happening in my front yard as I type this.
(edited to add the following)
Actually, I just looked out the window again and it’s gone. Crap! I missed him (her?) fly away with the squirrel…
Hey, look! Another douchebag congressman who doesn’t understand he’s supposed to be representing the people who chose him to…well, represent them.
Seriously, this would be a lot funnier if it weren’t so scary.
The in-laws roll into town tomorrow for two days before moving on.
I’ll take the shotgun blast to the face special, please.
Sorry to be so political today, but I just happen to come across these things. This one is a real eye opener:
Yes. A US Congresswoman actually said, “I’m not going to give those people a forum.” For real. She really said that. Louise Slaughter doesn’t care what the people she represents think – she’s not going to give them a forum to speak to her.
Unreal.