I finally got around to watching Supersize Me tonight. Wow, it was every bit as disgusting as everyone had hyped it to be. There were definitely some gratuitous shots that served no other purpose than to gross out the viewer. For example, the scene of Morgan regurgitating on Day 3. We all saw him lean out the window, they put in the appropriate sounds, there was no need for the camera to then focus on what was on the pavement outside the car. I also found myself wondering if all of his self-reported chest pains and such were real, or perhaps a bit hypochondriac-y. Regardless, the movie drove its point home. If they felt the need to heighten the disgust-factor to make a cohesive documentary with a strong message, that's fine with me.
One of the most surprising things to me was that he managed to gain 25 pounds in 30 days. That seems astronomical, and the fact that it took nearly a year to lose that weight speaks volumes about how our body breaks down fat.
If you rent the dvd, be sure to check out some of the extras. One of them is a little science experiment that he does by observing how long it takes each item to decompose if left alone, to get an idea for what would happen in your stomach. For comparison, he also lets a burger and some fries from a "real restaurant" decompose. The amazing thing is that after everything else has dwindled to smelly fuzz, the McDonald's golden fries look pristine in their jar after 10 weeks. They didn't naturally decompose for more than two and half months! The fries got thrown out at that point, so he didn't continue the experiment to see how long it would take before the actually did start breaking down. Just imagine what your poor stomach must have to go through to digest those suckers.
Unfortunately, McDonald's fries definitely have something addictive in them, and I know I won't be able to stop myself sometimes. But at least it will be a long time before my next trip.
11.28.2004
11.09.2004
increíble
Lots of incredible things going on lately. First off, the movie! I anxiously awaited this movie, and Pixar delivered. True, it wasn't as comedic as I had expected, but that was simply because the movie was more of an action-packed, comic book escapade. And it worked. :) Don't get me wrong, there were lots of hilarious moments. My favorite character might even be "E", the costume woman, rather than one of the principals. And the best part? She's voiced by the director of the movie, who also wrote the script, who happens to be male. But you wouldn't know it from his delivery. Anyway, enough gushing, go see it.
Did you know ice is a miracle cleaner? I accidentally smeared some chocolate onto the white futon tonight while convincing myself that the cookie I was eating wasn't really so bad for me. As you might imagine, it made a horrible looking stain that I wasn't sure how to get out. Aha! My mother's voice in my head to the rescue. I grabbed an ice cube from the freezer and just attacked. Mere minutes later, voila. Stain be gone! Its like the bleach pen, but cheaper!
I saw a man get arrested this weekend at Target (pronounced Tar-ZHEE of course). As I was walking up to the entrance, I saw a cart fly into the wall, followed by a man who was pinned up against said wall. For a moment, I couldn't process what was going on. It seemed like I was watching television. I can only assume he was shoplifting, as the cart was filled with large boxes, but I find it hard to believe that they would be so violent with someone for that crime. Then again, what do I know, maybe he was doing something much worse, and my life had just been saved. It occurred to me that I had never seen someone being arrested right in front of me. And yet, I felt safe, and continued to walk past the checkout and into the depths of the store to do my shopping.
So, I bet you're looking for the common thread between these paragraphs. There isn't really one. The title was a weak attempt to hide the fact that these vignettes had nothing to do with one another. In reality, I decided it had been far too long since my last post, and so I tried to make this one substantial to make up for it. I'm starting to become disenchanted with the whole blog thing, as many predicted I would. If you'd like me to continue posting, please let me know (doesn't have to be via comments if you'd rather not have anything displayed).
Did you know ice is a miracle cleaner? I accidentally smeared some chocolate onto the white futon tonight while convincing myself that the cookie I was eating wasn't really so bad for me. As you might imagine, it made a horrible looking stain that I wasn't sure how to get out. Aha! My mother's voice in my head to the rescue. I grabbed an ice cube from the freezer and just attacked. Mere minutes later, voila. Stain be gone! Its like the bleach pen, but cheaper!
I saw a man get arrested this weekend at Target (pronounced Tar-ZHEE of course). As I was walking up to the entrance, I saw a cart fly into the wall, followed by a man who was pinned up against said wall. For a moment, I couldn't process what was going on. It seemed like I was watching television. I can only assume he was shoplifting, as the cart was filled with large boxes, but I find it hard to believe that they would be so violent with someone for that crime. Then again, what do I know, maybe he was doing something much worse, and my life had just been saved. It occurred to me that I had never seen someone being arrested right in front of me. And yet, I felt safe, and continued to walk past the checkout and into the depths of the store to do my shopping.
So, I bet you're looking for the common thread between these paragraphs. There isn't really one. The title was a weak attempt to hide the fact that these vignettes had nothing to do with one another. In reality, I decided it had been far too long since my last post, and so I tried to make this one substantial to make up for it. I'm starting to become disenchanted with the whole blog thing, as many predicted I would. If you'd like me to continue posting, please let me know (doesn't have to be via comments if you'd rather not have anything displayed).
11.01.2004
election
Well, we're finally here, the eve of the election. In a few hours, I'll have cast my vote, and though I believe in the power of 1, I'm still of the "my one vote won't make a difference" camp. But in case it does, I'll be hauling myself out of bed bright and early.
In some states, though not here, they have early voting. Personally, I don't understand this. In the years past, there's always been a big fuss surrounding "election day." How can we have a fuss over "election two-week period?" It just doesn't have the same ring to it. :) On a more serious note, wouldn't early voting possibly swing the later voters who have a sheep mentality? "Well, everyone else in my state has voted for the Libertarians, I better do the same." Maybe I'm not giving John Q. Public enough credit.
In some states, though not here, they have early voting. Personally, I don't understand this. In the years past, there's always been a big fuss surrounding "election day." How can we have a fuss over "election two-week period?" It just doesn't have the same ring to it. :) On a more serious note, wouldn't early voting possibly swing the later voters who have a sheep mentality? "Well, everyone else in my state has voted for the Libertarians, I better do the same." Maybe I'm not giving John Q. Public enough credit.
10.26.2004
crooners
so, I tuned in to the 3rd game of the world series tonight just in time to catch Amy Grant sing God Bless America. With a shaky voice, she started out like a middle schooler carefully singing her first solo. I kept waiting for it to be special. And then, it was over. No glory note, no melisma, not even the extra part at the beginning that most of us don't know. Just your average, vanilla, straight as a board rendition of the song. To tell the truth, that's not even the part that I had a problem with. The announcer introduced her as Grammy winning Amy Grant. But that? Was definitely not a grammy winning voice. Even I could have sung that better. What, was she "sick" like Ashlee Simpson? She didn't even look like she enjoyed it!
While I'm on the subject of complaining about celebrity singers, let's talk about Bono for a moment. You've all seen the ipod commercial that he's in right? (Side note, Ipod Photo was just released, and I haven't quite made up my mind about it. Its ridiculously expensive for a toy, but then again it looks like fun.) Well in case you haven't, the song that he's singing starts counting in Spanish. He sings, "Uno, Dos, Tres, Catorce." Uhh... Que?? Catorce? That's some kind of inside joke, right? They don't really think that's four, do they?
While I'm on the subject of complaining about celebrity singers, let's talk about Bono for a moment. You've all seen the ipod commercial that he's in right? (Side note, Ipod Photo was just released, and I haven't quite made up my mind about it. Its ridiculously expensive for a toy, but then again it looks like fun.) Well in case you haven't, the song that he's singing starts counting in Spanish. He sings, "Uno, Dos, Tres, Catorce." Uhh... Que?? Catorce? That's some kind of inside joke, right? They don't really think that's four, do they?
10.25.2004
hallowe'en
Last night I carved my first pumpkin. Pumpkin guts aside, it was quite the experience. Check out my handiwork in the picture. I'd make you guess, but since there's really no way to know, its the one on the bottom row, sandwiched between the witch and the cat. Not too bad, eh?
Speaking of halloween, I finally went and picked up a costume today. If you, like me, thought that one week in advance would be early enough to avoid the crowds, boy, would you be sorely mistaken.
I could already see that I was in for a long afternoon when I got the parking lot and had to do my favorite stalk-the-customer-as-she-leaves-and-pounce-on-her-spot-before-anyone-else-has-the-chance maneuver. Once inside, 20 minutes later, I wasn't much better off. Throngs of people were peering up at the walls where pictures of costumes were displayed while employees used their walkie talkies to bark numbers at each other in an effort to procure your desired costume for you in record time. Including the time spent in the parking lot, in the line for the fitting room, and finally in the line to give the store my money, I spent about 3 hours of my life on this year's halloween garb decision. Not including, of course, the two other trips I had already made earlier this month, only to return empty handed because I was "certain that I could come up with something better."
This is what I finally came home with. Admittedly, I won't look half as cute as the model in it, but I was tired and it met my requirements: cute, comfortable, and relatively non-slutty. For those of you that see me in it, please pretend you don't see my stomach sticking out. :)
Speaking of halloween, I finally went and picked up a costume today. If you, like me, thought that one week in advance would be early enough to avoid the crowds, boy, would you be sorely mistaken.
I could already see that I was in for a long afternoon when I got the parking lot and had to do my favorite stalk-the-customer-as-she-leaves-and-pounce-on-her-spot-before-anyone-else-has-the-chance maneuver. Once inside, 20 minutes later, I wasn't much better off. Throngs of people were peering up at the walls where pictures of costumes were displayed while employees used their walkie talkies to bark numbers at each other in an effort to procure your desired costume for you in record time. Including the time spent in the parking lot, in the line for the fitting room, and finally in the line to give the store my money, I spent about 3 hours of my life on this year's halloween garb decision. Not including, of course, the two other trips I had already made earlier this month, only to return empty handed because I was "certain that I could come up with something better."
This is what I finally came home with. Admittedly, I won't look half as cute as the model in it, but I was tired and it met my requirements: cute, comfortable, and relatively non-slutty. For those of you that see me in it, please pretend you don't see my stomach sticking out. :)
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