We’ve all been there, right? You know, one of those days where we set ourselves up for a spectacular failure.
It all started with my bottle of freshly mixed, instant ice tea. First, I picked up the bottle, applying a sudden force. Due to the nature of the force applied to the bottle, it rose from my desk in a relatively rapid manner. The bottle, in turn, applied a similar force to the…
All right, let’s face it, I’d have more street cred as a 14 year old girl with a passion for classical music and a yearning to play the viola. That said, I just can’t get past the street mod, Japanese import, teen sensation, ridiculous sounding automobile. Yes, I drive one of these cars that’s often modified by our misdirected youth. Yes, I’ve discussed this before.
I’ve soured on the NBA, there’s more turnover in college basketball than your average IHOP, the NHL is imploding, baseball is still baseball, and football is out of the news until April; so that leaves the Xbox for my sports fix. Yep, I scored me a used copy of Madden 2004. Woo-hoo! Now, I can relive the Buc’s glory days all summer long (Madden 2004 was released following the…
We’ve been an Xbox house for less than 24 hours, and already my thumbs hurt. I am convinced that a whole generation of children is growing up with unprecedented thumb and forefinger agility – and with good reason. That thing could be as addictive as Pringles,. I plugged it in last night and lost two hours of my life. Just, gone. The next thing I know, Cheryl’s giving me a swat to…
When I was growing up I always wanted to be a designer of retail packaging. What child didn’t? My idol was Timothy Foil, the inventor of the microwave crisper. Genius. Yes, when other kids were playing with their Matchbox cars I was daydreaming about “easy-open” child proof pill bottles and microwave safe packaging for Chef Boyardee. Now I’m sitting in my cozy office with a…
What a perfectly awful day the hump day has become. Why do I tremble when other men rejoice? It’s all in the timing. The Wednesday schedule puts me in my home, ready to relax, at the one hour ’til bedtime mark. What, pray tell, can I do with a lousy hour? In the adult scheme of things, one hour is about as useful as one dollar, one square of toilet paper, or one shoe. I spent ten…