I don’t know how I ever watched a debate without Twitter. (have I said that before?) Today I have a little poll I thought would be kind of fun. The screen grab below is a montage of some of my favorite tweets on the Plumber stream that popped up after about the 5th mention of good ol Joe (BTW, he has no plumber’s license).
Now all you lurkers, let’s show a little love and cast your vote. After all it is your responsibility as a citizen of the couldcryosphere. And email subscribers (you know who you are) you are going to have to jump onto the blog to cast your votes. C’mon, this will make some tweeters out there all sorts of happy. I don’t even know any of these guys… yet. So cast your vote below and let your voice be heard. Oh and don’t forget to check out the t-shirts and stuff.
Joe update: no license, no really plan on how to buy the biz. And the reason he thought a press conference was a good idea? Score another vetting screw-up for the McCain camp. No biggie, this morning I already heard that Jane was the new Joe. Jeez, fame is fleeting in these times!
Ahhhh, another debate. How did I ever watch without Twitter. My fave comment of all times was about The Three Joes: Biden, Six-Pack and The Plumber. Did all elections have so many cartoonish sound bites? Here is a link from the BBFF Liz that tells you more about who this (in)famous guy is in real life.
Somewhere after the third ‘Joe the Plumber’, Twitter actually put up a most popular category for ‘Plumber’. Can’t make this stuff up!
I made a joke about wanting an ‘I heart Joe the Plumber’ T-shirt and could not resist putting up a Cafepress shop. So here you go peops. Get yours here. And pass this onto your friends. You can even get yourself a nice little button, bumper sticker or mug. I may not be the only one with this idea out there but I am the one you love the best, right?
In light of the battle between Aretha Franklin and Tina Turner over the royal title of Queen, I have decided to do a little poll of my own. Please use the poll above to place your vote.
In case you were preoccupied with silly news stories like the Dow dropping like a rock or Sarah Palin’s latest legal woes, it would appear that Aretha is quite put off.
In February, Beyonce introduced Tina at the Grammy’s as the queen. Aretha? Not so happy!
Tina’s comment, “She’s the queen of soul, and I’m the queen of rock ‘n’ roll. There were so many kings and queens there that night. Her ego must be so big to think she was the only one.” She joked, “That’s how queens are!”
Aretha’s comment in USA Today:
“I have always appreciated what Tina Turner has to offer and had quietly cheered her on after Ike and her subsequent success. However, with respect to her statement concerning my ego, clearly she was talking about herself as she described herself as the ‘Queen of Rock’ and saying ‘that’s what Queens do’ — particularly since she does not have a clue as to who I am in view of the fact that we have never met.”
That, my friends is the Diva’s equivalent of ‘I know you are but what am I?” Um, yeh right. Well ladies, let’s be honest. Who really gives a flying…
Well, let’s find out. Please vote above. And send this to all your friends. Perhaps we can solve this ourselves. A reminder, for those who are on email subscriptions and RSS feeds, you will have to visit the site to vote (come on, don’t be so friggin’ lazy, this is important)
It can’t be easy being a politician these days. The millisecond something comes out of your mouth it is all over the blogs and twitter. It becomes pop culture comedy before the next question is asked.
Seriously though, the lack of respect used in a comment like ‘That one’ had the crowds going wild. Here is the clip on YouTube. WSJ posted this at 10:57. (how did they type and proof so fast?) McCain campaign adviser Charlie Black said he didn’t believe McCain meant any disrespect and that Obama’s campaign was spinning the remark.
Uh, I think not. That was rude. No matter who you are voting for.
So much noise. And me? I am becoming a noise junky. How did I watch the debate? Having the miserable experience great pleasure of trying to bang out a job before the holiday tomorrow I was watching at my desk. Being a new Twitter junkie user I stumbled upon a website called ‘current’ that was hosting what they called a Hack-a-thon of the debate.
In short, they streamed the debate and opened up a tagged twitterstream were participants could have tweets visible across the screen.
Translation for those who don’t know what the hell I am talking about. There was a YouTube style screen and people were kind of instant messaging to a common place and their comments would come up on the bottom of the screen.
Ok, so maybe elbow deep in Photoshop layers on a project with a streaming debate including constant commentary may be a little over the top. Even for me. Did I mention that I kept taking screen shots of my fave comments too? Yes, I have a severe illness.
Here are my two faves:
In case you are reading this on a handheld and can’t see the pics, the first one says: Ironic-the Presidential debate is coming on right after “The Biggest Loser”
The second: Drinking on: change, hope, maverick, reform, economy, bailout, nuclear. did i miss any?
What this means is that they were at a debate party where they do shots whenever those words are mentioned. (one drunk crowd for sure). A milder version of this game was debate bingo. I did see a comment later on that said: One more maverick and I have Bingo.
What is that disgusting mess in my sink, you ask? Well, those my friends, are the uncool and untextured stockings that I wore yesterday.
Um, Amy? Did you perhaps crap in these stockings, you ask? (sorry, I can be so infantile sometimes).
No my friends, this is what happens when you hand wash a pair of Donna Karan pantyhose in cold water. Are you kidding me?! This is how an overpriced pair of $18 stockings wash? (I know Mom, you are appalled that I pay that price for a pair of pantyhose).
My mother reminded me yesterday how I used to rip a few pair of tights a week when I was a kid. She would say, “Oh Amy, those aren’t even paid for yet!” and I always feared she would be taken away by the cops because she had stolen my clothes. (not all that sharp on credit cards in those days). She also reminded me how I used to go back to the playground and look for the circle of the tights that had fallen out of the knee (again, had a little issue with space and form relationships in those early years too).
A few thoughts about the ripoff high-end Donna Karans. What? You thought I would not have commentary on this?
1. If I wear these in the rain will they double as self-tanners.
2. Worse, if it is a hot day and my legs sweat will there suddenly appear weird brown splotches beneath the surface? That could be embarrassing.
3. Should there not be a disclaimer on the package similar to For Leg Use Only?
Ok, enough airing of my dirty laundry, I am calling it a day!
Lately I have had to dress up more often than usual. Usual being hardly ever since I work at home and the dog could not care less if I stay in my walking clothes and don’t shower until 4:00.
Between the holidays and a few parties I have had to rummage through my closet and find things to make myself presentable.
With the change of season I am never up to speed on the stocking fashion. One year it is no stockings – even if it is 20 degrees below, the next opaque, then ultra sheer. I am simply leg covering ignorant. Thank goodness for Riki who always tells me which way to go with this. (Riki is my stocking consultant).
Today, after she was kind enough to tell me that the black semi sheers I had on were all wrong, she informed me that texture was ‘very big’. Great, I thought, I am sure I have some texture in my stocking drawer. Mind you, this is the only neat drawer in my house because I never go into it. Sadly, no textures in there, unless you count the sheers with all the little pulls in them.
On top of the drawer I found the package above. I don’t remember the last time I even went into Daffy’s let alone when I bought these. I looked at the package and said to Gary, “For Leg Use Only”? What does THAT friggin’ mean?
Perhaps it means, don’t take these out of the package, pull them over your face and go rob a convenience store.
The funniest part of that is the list in the top left corner: silken sheers, with spandex, control top, sandalfoot, pantyhose.
Hey Joe, before the heist make sure you get me sandalfoot, that reinforced toe gives me a headache. And I like the feel of the silken sheers but make sure it has a little spandex and control top, they give me that simulated facelift look and I don’t want to look too old for this job.
This one struck me. I suppose it is because as a woman I spend all sorts of time and money getting rid of hair. So it kind of pisses me off that guys can walk around with this kind of natural sweater and it can be ok.
Or maybe not.
I always think of the waxing scene in 40-year-old-Virgin when I see a back like this.
Isn’t fashion kind of ridiculous. Maybe in another era hairy woman will be in style. Then what will happen to everyone who lasered off all those personal places. Where did I read that it was not recommended to laser your ‘bikini’ area clean as the aging process was not kind to ‘those parts’ and it looks better with a little hair on it when you get older?
Wait, did I dream that? No, I don’t think so. I remember reading it and laughing my not so hairy ass off about it. (I know Jana, EW, MOM!)
Ok, so maybe it was a hard dayweekmonth season and I needed to be ridiculous tonight. Admit that I made you laugh.
Woah! This video really freaks me out! It is long but I could not pause it. Kind of like staring at the accident. The song choice makes it all the more disturbing. If you don’t get to the end, the best part is where we are sternly instructed not to search for ‘fake baby’ as the correct term is ‘reborn’. WTF!!
I searched YouTube for these ‘babies’ after seeing a scary little news story on the Today Show. You can see the story here.
Matt Lauer interviewed some frankly wacko rather interesting women Wednesday morning about these dolls called reborns. What the hell does that mean, reborn? EW! This interview was in anticipation of a BBC film called ‘My Fake Baby’ which is a documentary about these ‘babies’. (shame on you BBC, you did not use the right terminology, how ignorant!).
These dolls sell for thousands and are collected by women, some of whom dress them up and ‘care’ for them as if they were real. Yeh, this is real healthy. Touted as the perfect baby (um, wait, why is this ok?) one woman says that while she doesn’t have children this ‘satisfies a female instinct’ in her. Women find them therapeutic. Oh, I am thinking there is surely some therapy needed. This is way creepy, no? OK, so why do we not think these women need some serious help?
I particularly like the way you can pop their heads off, but hey, that’s me. Seriously, I never got to do this with my kids and I find that to be a nice feature, don’t you?
G-d bless the doll ‘artists’ who are making a fortune on these things. It got me to thinking that this could be a woman’s version of the sex doll. Seriously, they satisfy a need, right? No one gets hurt. Well maybe they do. I wonder about the woman in the interview who had a two-year-old at home. This woman left her real kid home to take her fake baby on TV, um yeh, we are real healthy. I worry about that kid getting the right kind of attention. While mommy is rocking plastic bro to sleep is real life toddler sticking her finger in a socket or something? (I know, I can be so judgmental sometimes).
My favorite line from the Lauer interview:
Matt: What do you do with an old baby when you get a new baby, put the old one on a shelf?
I am thinking if you did not have children there are many creatures that you can ‘satisfy your female instinct’ with. How about a cat? A puppy? Even a fish?
Then again, hard to dress up a fish.
Although there is something to be said about not needing to get a sitter.
This could be, hands down, the best purchase I have made…EVER.
I was in a computer store on a very long line and they had all sorts of impulse buy items as you snaked through the aisle to the register.
And there, between the coffee molecule t-shirts and the mini travel toolkit was this! An Albert Einstein action figure. How could this be, I asked. What product manager would conceive of such a thing. And what is he holding in his hand? A piece of chalk? Perhaps he is ever ready to scribble a formula whenever the mood hits.
Of course I bought two, one to pose and put in ridiculous contextual photos (yes, you will be subjected to these from time to time) and one to keep in the original package in case he ever becomes a collector’s ite. Delusional? Maybe. But was the inventor of this item not a little delusional too?
I showed this to a friend and he asked me why I did not buy the Thomas Edison one.
I could not help but Google for a series. Not the same style or manufacturer but I did find full sets of both Geniuses and the ever popular Revolutionaries.
Who could possibly resist owning one set that includes Lenin, Gandhi, Che, Malcom X (does he really match the caliber of the others) and Mao?
Hey mom, I gotta get me some Mao…now!
These may not be posable action figures, but I am pretty they have all seen a lot of action in their day.
Gary turned me onto this and I am pretty sure this is funniest thing I have seen in a long time.
The premise is a local NY band trying to make it. They play clubs at night and kid’s parties to pay the bills. Their ovebearing jewish manager happens to be Joan Rivers’ niece. Joan appears on the show and I was surprised at how current and absolutely hysterical she is.
The lead singer’s number one fan is Gilbert Gottfried’s little kid who hates his dad and idolizes the band member.
Here are a few of Joan’s sound bites from the last episode. How can you not want to watch this baby?
“A young vagina is a happy vagina.”
(um, define young, please)
Joan to the niece: “I will do this favor for you if you do that one thing I always ask you.”
Niece: “C’mon! Oh, alright. I will call my mother a whore at the next Passover seder. You can even ask it as the fifth question. Why is this night different from all other nights? Because my mother is a whore.”
For those who know me well, my nickname is Z. And of course you all know I rock, making this show close to my heart and a must watch, laugh out loud experience.
You can catch this on IFC, Sunday nights at 11:30 or on iTunes.
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