Ayer, leyendo diversas noticias de la blogosfera, me di cuenta de que últimamente están surgiendo noticias bastante inquietantes, véase esta, esta, y sobre todo esta y esta.

Entonces, y para hacer honor a este irracionalismo lunar (de lunes, no de luna), os lanzamos una pregunta que nos estuvimos planteando ayer:

Que sucederá antes:

• ¿Que el mundo se acabe por el calentamiento global? o...
• ¿Que los frikis gobiernen y se apoderen de la tierra?

Esperamos vuestras respuestas!

H = b*L*t/N^2

N steht dabei für die effektive Blende des Objektivs und t für die Belichtungszeit in Sekunden. Der Faktor b = 0,650 ergibt sich aus den physikalischen Eigenschaften des Objektivs (Linsentransmission, Vignettierungs- und Streulichtfaktor), einer Objektdistanz vom 80-fachen der Brennweite und einem Winkel von 12° von der Objektivachse (ISO-Messvorschrift).“

Comprende?

All I can say to sum up my week is HOLY SHIT. So more "restructuring" at my job. One of my best friends at work, we'll call her Ginger, got "restructured" out of her job on Wednesday. Not a good way to celebrate hump day...fo really doe. I am so glad the week is over. Working while holding your breath, hoping you're not next on the chopping block. Is this how my life is? I drive home looking at the homes wondering if there is some 33 year old in there living the life I want...sorta. I do want the house, man do I want a house. A driveway...a garage. I guess if it comes with the "All American" guy with 2.5 kids and a golden retriever and picket fence, count me out.

Tonight I am struggling to find motivation to write three reviews and an editorial on this amazing store I went to last night in Long Beach. I must be having writer block, at least when it comes to paying me to write. That's weird. (On a side note, I soooo want to live in the area I keep being sent to by the magazine.) This store I am going to give an honest opinion to, and I am going to give a plug to (haha) is Visionary Artwork on 2915 E. Broadway. The reason I am telling you this is this store is unreal. You looking for a gift?? You'll find it here. You looking to get creative? You'll find it here. Anyways, you catch what I'm softball slow pitching. I found a gift for all of you there. Get ready for a unique gift for Hanukah, Christmas and Kwanza folks. No kreplack for you this year DT! May I just add another side note, I hope DT has a better week next than this one. This week was hard for all of us and DT is usually my "silver lining" at the job. This week, he was (as he calls me) "Negative Nancy" just like me. Only the male version.  Let us pray. Oh shit, happy Jew Year my fellow Heebs. For the record, I did not fast. Hell to the no.

Tomorrow should be an interesting day. I am going to check out my friend's new apartment in Long Beach...and check out a few bars. My kiddo is at a softball tournament for the weekend in Las Vegas. Lucky ass girl. I have to go kick Mike's ass in Super Mario Brothers real quick...we keeps it old school.

She then proceeded to her parents' cupboard. She was careful not to disturb anything as her mother had yelled at her whenever she disturbed the cupboard. It was then that she saw it. It was pretty hard to not miss the box, with that picture on top. She remembered the number of times she had been asked to close her eyes when that ad had played on TV. Her parents had not responded when she asked them what it was and change the topic each time. That gave her the impression that it was something bad. She initially hesitated but then proceeded to pick the box up and read the text on it. Kamasutra condoms. It didn't mean anything to her, but the picture held her attention. A sudden wave of shame engulfed her though after a while and she flushed the box down the toilet.

4 years passed, and it was time for her to join a college. On the day of admission, her family accompanied her to her college & started for their home town. She met a girl called Brinda and they started chatting. "So were the people who dropped you your parents?" "Yes", Swapna replied. "And the kiddo?" "My brother", she replied and she knew what the next question would be. "How come you have a brother who must be only 2 years old?" She smiled sheepishly and managed to mutter, "My parents always wanted a baby boy and they were blessed only recently"

"Saarraaahhh... Saarraaahhh!!...."

..smiling she waited til the chant died down. Then she spoke. (Why is this always a mistake?)

She then gave her canned "protester" reply.

"I would hope at least that those protesters have the courage and the honor of thanking our veterans for giving them the right to protest!".

At that point, Todd Palin leaned into her, (and into her mic) and stated something audible but unintelligible, for which she replied quickly and dismissing of him,

"Ok, I'm doing that".

My question is, "Doing what?" She had no clue that those were her own supporters cheering for her. Should we worry that she won't know friend from foe once in the White House.

Uh. Yeah. This woman scares the hell out of me.

"Saarraaahhh... Saarraaahhh!!...."

..smiling she waited til the chant died down.  Then she spoke.  (Why is this always a mistake?)

She then gave her canned "protester" reply.

"I would hope at least that those protesters  have the courage and the honor of thanking our veterans for giving them the right to protest!".

At that point, Todd Palin leaned into her, (and into her mic) and stated something audible but unintelligible, for which she replied quickly and dismissing of him,

"Ok, I'm doing that".

My question is, "Doing what?"  She had no clue that those were her own supporters cheering for her.  Should we worry that she won't know friend from foe once in the White House.

Uh. Yeah.  This woman scares the hell out of me.

So Italian and adorable - I want to eat you with a spoon!

- Steve Rubell

So last night my sister and I attempted to watch 54. Not happening at all. This is a movie about a real-life cocaine-addicted possibly gay club owner from the eyes of an employee at the club. This is a movie where bartenders wear only boxers, people are perpetually popping pills and snorting coke and getting high, everybody seems to be naked and having sex every fifth scene, there are sometimes important conversations happening during the sex and eighty-year old women are gyrating on the dance floor trying to be provocative. 

And I watched all of this with my little sister. Okay, she's not so little any more, but I'm still stuck in a time warp, alright?! When all this was happening, there I was, eyes closed and shaking my head willing all of this to be gone, while my sister sat through it calmly and then walked away with a shrug and a 'What rubbish!'.

Oh dear God. 

PS - That Ryan Phillipe is impossibly cute though. :|

He hasn't grasped the concept of not accusing me of breaking his heart.  You don't get to do that when YOU CALLED ME WHEN I WAS ON THE WAY TO PICK OUT MY WEDDING DRESS TO CALL OFF THE WEDDING.  Seriously, what fucking planet do we live on?  Somehow the fact that I've moved on makes me a heartbreaker.

Silly boys.  I'm going to marry Wolf Blitzer anyway, so I win.

FINAL SCORE:

Jane Q. Public 1 / Rest of World 0

EDITED TO ADD: I have been a raging bitch to a select few today.  And I'm just not sorry.

Commonly known as ticks, these external parasites live off the blood of small mammals, birds and occasionally reptiles. Young ticks have six legs while more mature ticks have 8 legs. They're about the size of a sesame seed but can grow larger. They are often found in forest-like areas where they will wait to attach to a passing host.

So what exactly do these ticks have to do with me?

Well, the other day I was petting my precious doggy Mina.

As my hand touched her snout area, I felt something. A weird protrusion-- a green lumpy thing that seemed to move. I searched the surrounding fur that was covering this mysterious bump. At this point, I was grossed out but mainly worried. Mina already had some sort of benign tumor. What if it was another one?

The next day, JDU got a'thinkin. She went to investigate... and found some pretty scary things. She got the bright idea to squeeze this tarif bump. What happened, might you ask? Well, she witnessed a life altering event.  She saw legs. They moved. It was then that she realized that Mina had a tick lodged in her snout near her eye.

What's even scarier? Maybe the fact that we haven't recently been within 1000 feet from a forest. Where did Mina catch such a tarif affliction and how do we get rid of it? Are there ticks roaming around my house? What happens if I get bit? Ticks are the size of a sesame seed--how will I know that one is near me? I envisioned millions of bugs squirming all over me, bitting me and sucking my blood.

Ew, just the thought of these scary seasame seed-like things crawling around me...makes me want to feta bucket all over the place.  Oh, did I mention that I kissed the surrounding of my dog's face? Shivs.

What's even worse--if one of these blood-sucking-bastards carries harmful bacteria. Lyme disease is just another disgusting factor that makes me loathe this godforsaken bug. Without many clear symptoms, Lyme disease can be hard to diagnose. In some cases, it can be fatal.

Oh and if I ever get bitten...I sure as hell don't want this scary bulls-eye rash.

Anyways, that is my story. If you see me furiously scratching at an imaginary rash or scanning the floor for sesame sized flecks of black--now you know why.

-sarawr doonaj

PS- Pray for my Mina. The vet sent the still alive bug to a lab to have it tested for harmful bacteria. Ya, that's right. The bug was alive when the vet plucked it outta her skin. Ew.

Johnny Peepers, on October 2nd, 2008 at 1:18 pm Said:

You are gonna be a excellent cog in the bureaucratic wheel. Did they give you a little gray uniform? The Feds need more dope pushers to keep the sheep in a perpetual haze. Hooray for Medicare Part D!

Thank you, Mr. Peepers, for your unwavering faith in my bureaucratic abilities.  No, they did not give me a "little gray uniform"; sorry to ruin your fantasy.  I wear street clothes, but they DID provide me with a spankin' new lab coat, complete with an official Federal Government patch of my service location.  Very nice.

Since I'm not a pharmacist, I can't consider myself a dope pusher, really.  More like a go-between.  And the "sheep", as you so insultingly put it, are not in a perpetual haze...quite the contrary...I deal with some extremely intelligent, feisty, interesting people in my service.  I would never call them sheep, because unlike you, I respect the people I serve, and have no interest in USING them as examples to further a fucked-up agenda...the way YOU seem to do.

Oh, and let's not get started on Med D.  THAT was a big mistake, I'll give ya that.  It makes pushing dope ever so much more difficult than it should be,  *sigh*.  Oh well...no guts, no glory, I guess.

Sounds like you're jealous of the fact that the Feds sign my paycheck?  And a very good paycheck it is, too.  Sorry you're so bitter.  Perhaps you should take a chill pill?  (No pun intended. ;) )

Have a nice day!

Sometimes watching her painful interviews makes me *shudder*.  But then I would miss the entertainment factor if I didn't watch.  - Linda Lorie

The plan was simple: Build a laundry and staff it with locals and a few of their own. The laundry would then send out "color coded" special discount tickets, to the effect of "get two loads for the price of one," etc. The color coding was matched to specific streets and thus when someone brought in their laundry, it was easy to determine the general location from which a city map was coded.

So lets put it like this for all of you who still don't understand.

Lets say for example you live in a small neighborhood where 4 households earn about $100k per year. One house on that block has an income of $50k. Under Obama's plan, each of the households earning $100k would have to give $10k to the household earning $50k. For no real apparent reason. The $50k household doesn't have to do anything to receive it.

This is more or less what income redistribution looks like (numbers will most likely vary).

Doesn't quite seem right does it.

Bet the plumber doesn't vote for Obama now, do you?

Update: As I think about it, that's not quite right. What I should have said is that the higher wage earners are taxed more, and that tax revenue is given back to the lower wage earner in the form of social programs.

Either way, the idea just chaps my ass. I'm for assisting those who are truly down and out back on to their feet again. But creating an environment where one would no longer need to strive for a better life because someone else can give them the programs which make their lives better just isn't the way to go.

After the Falcons drove the ball the length of the field to take a 3-0 lead, I texted my wife the following message about Atlanta’s rookie QB, Matt Ryan; “This kid is carving the Bears up. He is really good.” I wasn’t overly concerned because the Bears had eliminated big plays, forcing Atlanta to take the shorter stuff. Any second and the rookie would become impatient and make a few bad decisions, right? Right?

After the Falcons drove the ball the length of the field to increase their advantage to 6-0, I became concerned. Atlanta’s QB was not rattled and he was getting rid of the ball within three seconds, rendering the Bears pass-rush moot. I texted my wife again; “Clearly we need at least 28 points to stand a chance.”

When the Bears were forced to punt a second consecutive time, I texted my wife a third time; “We are prolly gonna lose this one.” That’s how quickly a team’s fortune can change. My Bears went from being the clear favorite to the Dillon Panthers after Jason Street’s spinal injury within 15-30 minutes.

The defining moment of the game came... (read more here)