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Yesterday was good--wushu started up again, and kicked my butt, as it always does on the first day back. Man, I suck. ::rotfl:: But on the up side, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cmsunflash and the_lizzel were both in town visiting, so they came and practiced with us! :) After practice, a bunch of us went out to Shari's and goofed off for a while. Good times, good times. Everyone else went to Keith's to watch a movie afterwards, but there's this thing called Work, and some companies actually like to see their employees doing it. ;p So, I bailed out early like a tired-ass grownup. Still, it was a great way to top off an otherwise mediocre Monday.
I'm feeling quite ill today, and I'm considering going home early, if I don't get a reply to my e-mail soon. I can't finish my task if I don't find out why this 3rd-party app isn't working as described, and I don't have much else to do at the moment. Rrrgh, let's hope this doesn't turn into yet another dry spell in my workload. :p
After seeing a rerun of his Daily Show Interview yesterday, I'm reminded that Billy Connolly has such an awesome accent. It's so incredibly robust and utterly Scottish that it almost seems that it should be fake, but you know that it *can't* be an affectation because he was born and raised in Glasgow! I have way too much fun listening to accents.
I ordered this really clever teapot and tea sampler thanks to a recommendation and gift certificate fromspiralshannon, and I'm really looking forward to getting it! Even if I don't wind up ordering any more tea from them, that teapot looks to be hellacool.
On Media: The Great American Gross-Out. One thing that I've never understood is the media obsession with getting people to eat disgusting things for some material prize. Fear Factor apparently loves a Gross Food Challenge, because the few episodes that I've actually bothered to watch have all contained Gross Food Challenges, and they have an entire section devoted to Gross Challenges on their website. That isn't the only show that's ever done such a thing, either.
Some people will go so far as to eat cat feces on the air, in order to win tickets to a show, and proceed to puke on the air directly afterwards. And then their girlfriends kiss them on the mouth directly after that, for an additional ticket. The band in question wasn't even anything particularly special or good. (Bowling for Soup? Am I supposed to know or care who these people are?)
One of my all-time favorite bands, as many of you probably know, is Luna Sea. The band was based in Japan, and they broke up several years ago. For the sake of comparison, I can say without a doubt that I would not eat cat poop in order to get tickets to a Luna Sea show. They could fly me to Japan, put me up in a posh hotel, somehow re-unite the band, and get them to play a show just for me, and I *still* wouldn't eat cat crap, or bugs, or fetal chickens, or whatever the hell else.
Okay, okay, so I *might* consider eating one of the latter two things for a million dollars. That's a whole lot of money for a relatively small act. But, you'd better be showing me a briefcase containing all the cash, in small, unmarked, non-sequential bills before I'll even *start* to think about it, and you sure as hell aren't going to film me eating it and then puking my guts out afterward. And, I can safely say that there is no power on this EARTH that could get me to eat fecal matter. The idea that someone would do that for concert tickets that probably cost $100 at *maximum* is just STUPID.
On the one hand, it is insane that any media outlet can continually get actual human beings to do these things. But on the other hand, if the cat poop guy contracts some horrible disease and dies from ingesting said cat poop, maybe it's better for the gene pool. ;p
cmsunflash and the_lizzel were both in town visiting, so they came and practiced with us! :) After practice, a bunch of us went out to Shari's and goofed off for a while. Good times, good times. Everyone else went to Keith's to watch a movie afterwards, but there's this thing called Work, and some companies actually like to see their employees doing it. ;p So, I bailed out early like a tired-ass grownup. Still, it was a great way to top off an otherwise mediocre Monday.I'm feeling quite ill today, and I'm considering going home early, if I don't get a reply to my e-mail soon. I can't finish my task if I don't find out why this 3rd-party app isn't working as described, and I don't have much else to do at the moment. Rrrgh, let's hope this doesn't turn into yet another dry spell in my workload. :p
After seeing a rerun of his Daily Show Interview yesterday, I'm reminded that Billy Connolly has such an awesome accent. It's so incredibly robust and utterly Scottish that it almost seems that it should be fake, but you know that it *can't* be an affectation because he was born and raised in Glasgow! I have way too much fun listening to accents.
I ordered this really clever teapot and tea sampler thanks to a recommendation and gift certificate from
spiralshannon, and I'm really looking forward to getting it! Even if I don't wind up ordering any more tea from them, that teapot looks to be hellacool.On Media: The Great American Gross-Out. One thing that I've never understood is the media obsession with getting people to eat disgusting things for some material prize. Fear Factor apparently loves a Gross Food Challenge, because the few episodes that I've actually bothered to watch have all contained Gross Food Challenges, and they have an entire section devoted to Gross Challenges on their website. That isn't the only show that's ever done such a thing, either.
Some people will go so far as to eat cat feces on the air, in order to win tickets to a show, and proceed to puke on the air directly afterwards. And then their girlfriends kiss them on the mouth directly after that, for an additional ticket. The band in question wasn't even anything particularly special or good. (Bowling for Soup? Am I supposed to know or care who these people are?)
One of my all-time favorite bands, as many of you probably know, is Luna Sea. The band was based in Japan, and they broke up several years ago. For the sake of comparison, I can say without a doubt that I would not eat cat poop in order to get tickets to a Luna Sea show. They could fly me to Japan, put me up in a posh hotel, somehow re-unite the band, and get them to play a show just for me, and I *still* wouldn't eat cat crap, or bugs, or fetal chickens, or whatever the hell else.
Okay, okay, so I *might* consider eating one of the latter two things for a million dollars. That's a whole lot of money for a relatively small act. But, you'd better be showing me a briefcase containing all the cash, in small, unmarked, non-sequential bills before I'll even *start* to think about it, and you sure as hell aren't going to film me eating it and then puking my guts out afterward. And, I can safely say that there is no power on this EARTH that could get me to eat fecal matter. The idea that someone would do that for concert tickets that probably cost $100 at *maximum* is just STUPID.
On the one hand, it is insane that any media outlet can continually get actual human beings to do these things. But on the other hand, if the cat poop guy contracts some horrible disease and dies from ingesting said cat poop, maybe it's better for the gene pool. ;p
