Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
What would you do with $500,000?
This prank is hilarious, but if this is every happened to me I would kill someone. There was a previous prank that the CollegeHumor site did in '07 but I haven't seen that one yet. I am looking forward to watching it later tonight and I will post it if it is funny.
UltraBrown
I found a new blog but I haven't read it yet. It might enter my regular rotation of Feministing, Racialicious and now http://www.ultrabrown.com/.
I found this sweat-shirt (above) and an interesting review on Bobby Jindal. I watched parts of his rebuttal to Obama State of the Union speech and felt a little disappointed. I was excited at the idea of a future powerful political leader for a notoriously closed minded and stereotypically racist political party. Come on Brown man! Everyone thought his cadence and persona was that of a creepy robot who sounded like a mix of Mr. Rogers and my Creationism-praising, black turtleneck-wearing, high-school Physics teacher. [I am not sure how you can believe in science and physics but not believe in Evolution....but that is another story.] My disappointment was not that he is nerdy and weird or Republican, but that he does not embrace anything even remotely ethnic about himself. But I find Jindal creepy because he is so removed from his Hindu roots. I am the last person to throw coconuts at someone that gets integrated into the Western world but there were three things that the UltraBrown blog pointed out - he changed his name (common enough) from Piyush to Bobby, he converted to Christianity (um, ok), and he and his wife mentioned that they didn't follow any Indian traditions at home. The last one really got me thinking about my day to day routine. Donkey asks me to make Indian food, we celebrate Diwali, I fast for Karva Chauth....but what else keeps me tied to my Indian roots? Bollywood? Slumdog Millionaire? Tea in the evening?
I found this sweat-shirt (above) and an interesting review on Bobby Jindal. I watched parts of his rebuttal to Obama State of the Union speech and felt a little disappointed. I was excited at the idea of a future powerful political leader for a notoriously closed minded and stereotypically racist political party. Come on Brown man! Everyone thought his cadence and persona was that of a creepy robot who sounded like a mix of Mr. Rogers and my Creationism-praising, black turtleneck-wearing, high-school Physics teacher. [I am not sure how you can believe in science and physics but not believe in Evolution....but that is another story.] My disappointment was not that he is nerdy and weird or Republican, but that he does not embrace anything even remotely ethnic about himself. But I find Jindal creepy because he is so removed from his Hindu roots. I am the last person to throw coconuts at someone that gets integrated into the Western world but there were three things that the UltraBrown blog pointed out - he changed his name (common enough) from Piyush to Bobby, he converted to Christianity (um, ok), and he and his wife mentioned that they didn't follow any Indian traditions at home. The last one really got me thinking about my day to day routine. Donkey asks me to make Indian food, we celebrate Diwali, I fast for Karva Chauth....but what else keeps me tied to my Indian roots? Bollywood? Slumdog Millionaire? Tea in the evening?
I wanted Jindal to tear it up! I want him to be a galvanizing leader because I would be so very very amused to see Rush Limbaugh and Sarah Palin forced to look at a Brown man as their leader. As a side note, Rush Limbaugh is a utterly grotesque and souless monster who sings songs about "Barack the Magic Negro" on his show and discuss the merits of slavery and his popularity utterly scares me.
Instead of loving Jindal I find that he is another source of my cultural ennui.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Dedicated to my sick friend Seb and Nurse R-Star
My friend Seb is sick and has to go to the doctor today... If he gets that awesome cough syrup that Lil Wayne drinks we will have an awesome party this weekend.
I really hope he feels better soon... and to assist in the healing I thought I would post the funniest animal rant I could find on Fuck You Penguin, because I know Seb loves goofy animals.
I really hope he feels better soon... and to assist in the healing I thought I would post the funniest animal rant I could find on Fuck You Penguin, because I know Seb loves goofy animals.
Oh, wow, stellar performance there, hot shot. I forgot how people are always saying "You have got to go to the aquarium to hear the music, they are really tearing shit up over there." Next stop, the Times Square subway station, right? Okay now, don't even tell me you think you can play saxophone, Walrus. Last time I checked you needed distinguishable digits to use the keys, asshole. And dude, you have got to calm down a little bit. You might want to stay for the rest of the show. Do you see dolphins or whales playing instruments? No, they just jump up out of the ocean and get fish. Instant gratification, Walrus. No need to act like the ugly girl, you have a mustache and little tusks. You are hilarious! I mean, Jesus Christ, Walrus, INSTEAD OF HANDS YOU HAVE FLIPPERS. Start respecting yourself, and people will start respecting you.
Dedicated to our neighbours, hip hop, and my slutty dog
Taj got some action last night at our neighbours house, but we were too busy eating the BEST fried chicken I have ever had in my life. Crispy skin, deliciously drenched in hot sauce, seasoned to utter perfection. Hot fire.
This post is dedicated to my neighbours... thanks for feeding us 2 nights in a row!
This post is dedicated to my neighbours... thanks for feeding us 2 nights in a row!
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