Today, someone sent me an 'Irish Friendship Wish.' Fine. I like friends. And I like the Irish, generally. You know, as much as I generally like any nationality. Except the Germans.
But this 'Friendship Wish' was like a dirty bomb in my email inbox. Just read:
An Irish Friendship Wish (Good Luck!! I hope it works...)
May there always be work for your hands to do
May your purse always hold a coin or two
May the sun always shine on your window pane
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain
May the hand of a friend always be near you
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you
Not bad, right? Hackneyed and unimaginative, but kind enough in its sentiment. Nice.
Then, THIS:
OK, this is what you have to do...Send this to all of your friends...including the one who sent it! But - you HAVE to send this within 1 hour From when you open it!
Now................Make A wish!!!!!!
I hope you made your wish! Now then, if you send to:
1 person --- your wish will be granted in 1 year, 3 people --- 6 months, 5 people --- 3 months, 6 people --- 1 month, 7 people --- 2 weeks, 8 people --- 1 week, 9 people --- 5 days, 10 people --- 3 days, 12 people - -- 2 days, 15 people --- 1 day, 20 people --- 3 hours
If you delete this after you read it . You will have 1 year of bad luck! But .. If you send it to 2 of your friends you will automatically have 3 years of good luck!!! )
WTF?? What is this? A fucking ransom note? It's like a curse. The kind soul who sent this to me thought it would be nice to send me a little 'luck,' but didn't consider for a moment the THREAT at the bottom of the letter? 'You will have 1 year of bad luck!'
Hey, thanks so much for the email and the TASK of having to send this fucking thing to 20 people if I want to see my 'luck' change in 3 hours. You know what? I'd rather get viagra spam than this kind of superstitious black cloud sent my way.
And besides, the only reason you sent this to me in the first place was so you could cover your ass on YOUR end in order for this witch's spell to work for YOU.
This is the problem with the internet. It engenders unbelievable selfishness. Just cuz you want luck, you're willing to throw me under the bus??
Well, no thank you, Irish Witch. I want no part of your (likely) pagan rituals of luck and curses. It's done you no good as far as I can tell and every time I look for a pot of gold under your damn rainbows over the Valley, all I find is Burbank.
And Keith Olberman has voiced his concern much better than I ever could...
Wake up with hives. That's the best way to start the day feeling like you're: a) Cursed and b)Unlovable. My arm, my RIGHT BUTT CHEEK, my shoulder, my lower thighs and the right side of my abs (by which I mean 'belly') are covered in nasty, red, flat bumps that itch like nobody's business.
Am I the only one annoyed by these McDonald's commercials for their McCafe sugar drink/coffee where it's set at some sort of bizarre 80's Spike Lee 'coffee/jazz club' with a smooth MC wearin his retro hipster hat and talkin his pseudo spoken word/bullshit poetry rap to an audience exclusively made up of black people who like shit coffee? Are black people falling for this crap? It's the HEIGHT of pandering as far as I'm concerned, and I suppose I don't have a right to be offended but jesus motherfucking christ am I offended. Really? Coffee for black people? That's your campaign for this crap? And it's not the Black People part that bums me out - it's the Jazz Cafe host and the implication that the African American community will respond to the concept that McDonald's over-embellished coffee drink is 'smooth and cool' as Jazz.
So yesterday's LA Times had a bit about how Crocs are going under. The company's in shambles, the shoes are ugly, we were all idiots last year for wearing them.
While I've never been to Russia, I imagine the Mosk Courthouse in downtown Los Angeles is as close to Soviet Era architecture as any building I've ever set foot in. A mid-century behemoth, the marbled halls and aging oak paneled court rooms convey less a sense of legal solidity then the quality of mind numbing bureacracy I'd associate with a bloated government.
I know I’m a little
late on this, but I've had it, man. I don't find winking charming. I find it
creepy. Always. This Palin woman has garnered UNIMAGINABLE praise from
what she would call 'The Mainstream Media' for not shitting the bed during her
debate last week. And while most acknowledge Biden's supremacy, I feel
compelled to put it out there that WE WATCHED A CANDIDATE FOR EXECUTIVE OFFICE WINK
AT THE CAMERA DURING HER ONLY DEBATE. Several
times. HOW STUPID ARE WE that we take this person seriously?
I understand the caveat that we underestimate this person at our peril,
but I believe, long-term, that we overestimate her at our peril, too.
Because as long as we keep reducing our standards to allow for impossibly
underqualified candidates for office, then those candidates will continue to
have a lower and lower standard to live up to. And few, if any, will rise
above it. I thought George Bush was bad, but this lady’s
worse. Wait’ll you see what comes
down the pike in four more years. (Wink).
Those of you who know me will know why the need for distraction has never been greater right now. I've had my head fully rammed up my own ass for about a month and have found the internet and action/sci-fi/dumb comedy films and the easiest of crossword puzzles to be the only things that keep me from freaking out.
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