Pop Tarts

Remember these? The original Pop Tarts, sans icing.

I personally believe that when the icing came out on the tarts, the civilized world ended. I don’t see the need for it. Pop Tarts have plenty of flavor already. And the crust/bread/whatever-that-is-that-holds-in-the-filling is so yummy. Icing just ruins it.

I think the icing was invented for people who constantly want more in their lives and aren’t ever satisfied with what they’ve got.

Or it’s for people with a bigger sweet tooth than mine. I prefer the first explanation, as it makes me sound like the greatest person in the world.


Locusts attack!

So I walked to the nearest Subway, which is on campus in a busy cafeteria environment. The university I work at (like many universities across this great land) holds what seems to be a plethora of camps for youngsters; sports camps, cheerleading camps, and camps like Boys State and Girls State, places for young politicians to hone their lying skills. (Actually, that’s not what it’s for–they teach government procedure and such, but I like the politicians thing better).

As I’m walking into the building, I see lots of girls who are either much shorter (cheerleaders) or much taller (volleyball players) than me; all are skinnier and much louder. I make my way to the Subway, and lo and behold, all of the kids have decided to eat fresh. I guess I should be happy that young children are choosing sandwiches over pizza or hamburgers, but do they have to do that during MY lunch break? The line at Subway goes past the restaurant next door, and I feel sorry for the guy standing at the register watching us all wait to be served by his competition. I didn’t get my food until 20 minutes later.

I write this blog for two reasons. One, to profess my love for that Subway, the only place where I’ll stand in a god awful line with obnoxious stick insect girls for 20 minutes. Two, to tell all the obnoxious stick insect girls that may be reading this to go somewhere else and leave the good stuff to the grown-ups. You may be taller than me, but I weigh more than you. I think I have the odds.


One more. Seriously, go here so I don’t get in trouble for stealing cuteness.

Oh for the love of…

Go here to see more.


A while back a friend of mine recommended Netflix. I thought about it but decided that I liked going into a video store and seeing what movie might catch my eye. But recently I’ve had to face the fact that I just don’t go to video stores anymore. I still might join a local one, just for the hell of it, but I basically refuse to go to Blockbuster or the like because they just never have what I want. Plus the people there are very pushy about trying Blockbuster Online.

The other night, the same friend mentioned that a movie (Breakfast on Pluto) was on her list, one that I’d been dying to see but just never got around to renting. (Luckily the boyfriend had it and brought it up this weekend). And in that moment, I realized how much I wanted to join Netflix. I wanted to give in and make my list of movies that I can brag about/share with my friends. I wanted to be able to say “Yeah, I’ve seen that” or “No, but it’s on my Netflix list.” I guess I became a bit of a sheep in that moment, but I believe it’s worth it.

So, this morning I headed over to the promised land. And I picked my membership plan (1 movie at a time, unlimited movies each month, $9.99). And I made my queue (first, Word Wars, then Transamerica, then Sports Night, then….).

I should receive my first movie within one business day. I am sooo going to take advantage of this newfound curiousity. I hope it delivers everything it’s promising.


Are you into strange and jaw-dropping occurances in nature? Then this link is for you! Two Headed Kitten

Yes, that’s right. The kitten has two faces. I watched the entire video with my mouth hanging open from sadness-disgust-amazement.

What makes it even sadder is that the kid in the video knows this cute little freak isn’t going to make it.

What the hell do they feed the cats in Ohio?

The Onion

Most everyone I know reads The Onion, the satirical publication with articles that I often forward to friends. This guy has seemingly no idea of what The Onion is. (I promise it’s worth your time.)

I think the best pointing out of his lunacy comes from Sufficient Scruples, who gave the aforementioned idiot the Official Stegosaurus of the Week Award…meaning he has more brains in his ass than his head.