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Monday, October 3, 2011
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
People are 'Pretty' Pissed
A website that is getting flack for booting members off their site. BeautifulPeople.com is a dating website designed exclusively for the best looking people, voted in by existing members. The less than pretty have been upset by this site's existence because it excluded them. Well now the shoe is on the other foot as thousands of Zoolander wannabees are getting the same treatment. Existing pretty people getting the boot after gaining holiday weight and projecting a "less than gorgeous" exterior.
My response?
Who the hell cares?! Are we remotely surprised that a site such as this one would kick people out for letting themselves slide? It is a site for pretty people! If someone ceases to maintain that 'beautiful' standard then BP.com should have the right to kick them out. Honestly, there are worst tragedies than losing your membership from such a vain website.
For those whom have been rejected by the site or find the site offensive, well, start your own site!
www.ugly.com
www.buttaface.org
www.onlyifiweredrunk.net
www.medicoreappearance.gov
Any of those sound good to me.
But seriously, there are a plethora of dating websites that cater to the masses, no matter what you look like. If sites like eHarmony, Spark, & Match.com can be based on inclusion, then why can't the opposite be allowed?
Let me take this moment to play the "USA" card. It's a free country, these people can create a private group for attractive people if they want to.
People in this damn country are so freaking sensitive. Really? Does THIS keep you up at night? If so, you need to get a support group cause your problems are bigger than this website.
Also, I am not familiar with the rules and regulations. Maybe you are required to submit new pictures every so often. But if not, then why would you upload a new less flattering picture? It is called BEAUTIFULPEOPLE.COM! You should have gotten kicked out for stupidity if nothing else.
Sure, they could have gone about it in a more socially pleasing way. Maybe give the 5,000 holiday fatties a deadline to lose the fat before ousted. Perhaps they could have given this warning upfront when members joined. But the thing is BP did send out an email telling them they could register again for the site when the extra pudge was gone.
Look, if it means that much to you, just look through a stack of old pictures and submit one of a thinner you instead of an actual up-to-date photo. Obviously your first pics got you past the velvet rope. It's the internet people, get sneaky if it means that much!
Inconvenient?
Yes, but at least they are still giving you a way back in. If you were a true conceited beauty (most people would have to be to join this site) you would welcome this wake up call and get your fat ass to the gym to work off the extra pounds. Those 5,000 should be sending thank you notes to BP for the motivation to get back in shape so they can continue to practice their narcissistic way of life.
For those of you who have not yet attempted to join BeautifulPeople.com - if rejection bothers you that much, ignorance is bliss, I say.
My response?
Who the hell cares?! Are we remotely surprised that a site such as this one would kick people out for letting themselves slide? It is a site for pretty people! If someone ceases to maintain that 'beautiful' standard then BP.com should have the right to kick them out. Honestly, there are worst tragedies than losing your membership from such a vain website.
For those whom have been rejected by the site or find the site offensive, well, start your own site!
www.ugly.com
www.buttaface.org
www.onlyifiweredrunk.net
www.medicoreappearance.gov
Any of those sound good to me.
But seriously, there are a plethora of dating websites that cater to the masses, no matter what you look like. If sites like eHarmony, Spark, & Match.com can be based on inclusion, then why can't the opposite be allowed?
Let me take this moment to play the "USA" card. It's a free country, these people can create a private group for attractive people if they want to.
People in this damn country are so freaking sensitive. Really? Does THIS keep you up at night? If so, you need to get a support group cause your problems are bigger than this website.
Also, I am not familiar with the rules and regulations. Maybe you are required to submit new pictures every so often. But if not, then why would you upload a new less flattering picture? It is called BEAUTIFULPEOPLE.COM! You should have gotten kicked out for stupidity if nothing else.
Sure, they could have gone about it in a more socially pleasing way. Maybe give the 5,000 holiday fatties a deadline to lose the fat before ousted. Perhaps they could have given this warning upfront when members joined. But the thing is BP did send out an email telling them they could register again for the site when the extra pudge was gone.
Look, if it means that much to you, just look through a stack of old pictures and submit one of a thinner you instead of an actual up-to-date photo. Obviously your first pics got you past the velvet rope. It's the internet people, get sneaky if it means that much!
Inconvenient?
Yes, but at least they are still giving you a way back in. If you were a true conceited beauty (most people would have to be to join this site) you would welcome this wake up call and get your fat ass to the gym to work off the extra pounds. Those 5,000 should be sending thank you notes to BP for the motivation to get back in shape so they can continue to practice their narcissistic way of life.
For those of you who have not yet attempted to join BeautifulPeople.com - if rejection bothers you that much, ignorance is bliss, I say.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Chili Is Confusing
I don't know the reasoning, but people confuse local television stations channel 2 (NBC) and channel 4 (ABC) all the time. Yes, the two are in close proximity of each other, both being on the Mount P side of the Ravenel Bridge. Channel 4 even used to be the NBC affiliate, which may be a big cause of this confusion. But almost 14 years of ABC News 4 is not enough to end the mix-up between these two rival stations.
I will revisit this enigma again later.
I will revisit this enigma again later.
Live 5 News showed their love for animals with a Mardi Gras theme, which earned them a predictable "Best Presentation" from the judges.
The people's choice award goes to the celebrities with the most money donated to their table, which of course goes to the Charleston Animal Society. I do not give this award too much credit since the celebs themselves or their close friends & family could easily drop their own cash in to sway the results. This year, Charleston County Councilman J. Elliott Summey dug deep into his pockets to take home the prize.
The final two trophies were for the "Most Unique" and "Best In Show." Although there were several unusual chili recipes, the Good Morning Charleston chili was honored with "Most Unique" while Channel 2's anomalous chili was awarded the grand prize of "Best In Show."
Not to say that NBC had a bad chili, in fact it was pretty decent, but ABC's recipe was, in my opinion, a little better. But whether or not you agree which chili tasted better, it is hard to argue with the fact that channel 2's chili was more unique than channel 4's.
Which brings me back to my original point - people are always confusing ABC 4 & NBC 2. Whether it be their location in Mount Pleasant, the talent that works at either station, or the chili they make, even the judges themselves get confused.
(1) Channel 4's chili was made up of nothing out of the norm. It had beans, tomatoes, beef, some chopped veggies, a little spice, a great mix of flavor but nothing anyone would classify as "unique." I do not know everything that channel 2 had in their chili, but the chunks of steak definitely made it stand out, some might even say in a "unique" way.
(2) One judge told a member of channel 4 that he "really liked the big chunks of steak in their chili." Wrong station guys, turn the channel.
Hell, if nothing else, 4 should have received Scarlett's "Most Traditional" award, which is like the total opposite of unique!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
"I can screw you over"
I am very vocal about my distaste for law enforcement officers. While many do a lot of good it is completely eclipsed by the rotten, heartless, uncaring and unsympathetic ones.
Simply put, a lot of police officers are pricks.
Recently, Texans running back Ryan Moats was pulled over for running a red light while on his way to see his dying mother-in-law. Even in the rush to see his wife's mother in her final moments, Moats took the time to slow to a near stop to make sure there was no oncoming traffic before pursuing through the red traffic light.
Was it technically illegal? Of course. But we are humans and when something as serious as a dying family member is at the focus the time comes to put down your badge and practice a little empathy. The laws were not created so they could be abused by young, apathetic cops.
A 25 year old power tripping cop with a mere 3 years of experience on the force pointed a gun at his wife when they got out of their vehicle. This "officer" held Moats for more than 20 minutes.
When he finally was able to go inside the hospital to see his mother-in-law, she had passed away just moments before he arrived.
On the upside, the department dropped the charges and issued a public apology, however to me, it is too little too late.
The spokesman for the police department said, "At no time did Mr. Moats identify himself as an NFL football player or expect any kind of special consideration,"... "He handled himself very, very well."
I have mad respect for Ryan Moats after this confrontation. He was definitely the better man.
Yet another reason for me to dislike cops.
Protect and serve? My ass.
Simply put, a lot of police officers are pricks.
Recently, Texans running back Ryan Moats was pulled over for running a red light while on his way to see his dying mother-in-law. Even in the rush to see his wife's mother in her final moments, Moats took the time to slow to a near stop to make sure there was no oncoming traffic before pursuing through the red traffic light.
Was it technically illegal? Of course. But we are humans and when something as serious as a dying family member is at the focus the time comes to put down your badge and practice a little empathy. The laws were not created so they could be abused by young, apathetic cops.
A 25 year old power tripping cop with a mere 3 years of experience on the force pointed a gun at his wife when they got out of their vehicle. This "officer" held Moats for more than 20 minutes.
When he finally was able to go inside the hospital to see his mother-in-law, she had passed away just moments before he arrived.
On the upside, the department dropped the charges and issued a public apology, however to me, it is too little too late.
The spokesman for the police department said, "At no time did Mr. Moats identify himself as an NFL football player or expect any kind of special consideration,"... "He handled himself very, very well."
I have mad respect for Ryan Moats after this confrontation. He was definitely the better man.
Yet another reason for me to dislike cops.
Protect and serve? My ass.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Most Uncomfortable Time Of My Life
January, 2004. I am sitting in coach by the aisle. Some girl took my preferred window seat.
Call of nature.
I get up from my cramped space on the plane and make my way to an even more cramped bathroom. Upon exiting the bathroom I am greeted by a flight attendant.
This employee of the sky seems nice. I am asked about my trip to L.A. As I am about to walk back to my seat however, I realize that this conversation has not ended as I continue to receive a plethora of questions and comments.
The way the flight attendant was looking at me and talking to me seemed to be in a way that went beyond the typical airline duties.
Did I mention that this flight attendant was a man?
As the conversation continues it becomes more and more clear this dude does not play for my team. Not that there's anything wrong with that. There are some fine people playing for the other team, however they know to stay in their dugout.
He continues to ask about my trip and talk about various things that I have for the most part forgotten and much I never really heard to begin with. It was not that I was ignoring him, rather I was preoccupied attempting to mentally communicate with anyone and everyone on the plane even remotely looking in my direction to come save me from this awkwardness.
"Jon, come here, I need to show you this!"
"Well, looks like I need to go. See ya."
Much to my chagrin, no one seemed to have ESP. There was no saving Jon.
As the conversation continues the flight attendant talks to me about his home town in Miami, Florida. He tells me I should go for a visit and even offers to "show me around" the city.
What a nice guy!
The steward decides that he wants to exchange contact info and hands me his card, which I quickly slip into my pocket without even taking a glance at it.
He asked me for my contact information, but I was not about to offer that up. Then I would never be rid of him!
"Oh don't worry, I'll contact YOU", I told him. Thankfully he accepted this although I could see the disappointment in his face.
After several attempts to find an exit, I finally made my move away from this strange conversation and went back to my seat.
After several minutes of explaining my uncomfortable bathroom break to the girl sitting in my window seat, I remembered the card he gave me. I removed it from my pocket, and as I read it to myself.
The front of the card said the steward's name (which I no longer remember) as well as a little picture of a person rubbing down another person in the upper corner. Below it indicated that he was in fact some sort of masseuse.
When I turned the card over my eyes grew when I saw "FIRST MASSAGE FREE" written on the back.
Woah. Is this how he picks up guys?
The rest of the plane ride I avoided eye contact with my admirer and he did not bother me again.
Although awkward as hell at the time, it was pretty funny to think back on, especially since he did not kidnap me or anything.
Nice to know I am loved by both sexes.
Call of nature.
I get up from my cramped space on the plane and make my way to an even more cramped bathroom. Upon exiting the bathroom I am greeted by a flight attendant.
This employee of the sky seems nice. I am asked about my trip to L.A. As I am about to walk back to my seat however, I realize that this conversation has not ended as I continue to receive a plethora of questions and comments.
The way the flight attendant was looking at me and talking to me seemed to be in a way that went beyond the typical airline duties.
Did I mention that this flight attendant was a man?
As the conversation continues it becomes more and more clear this dude does not play for my team. Not that there's anything wrong with that. There are some fine people playing for the other team, however they know to stay in their dugout.
He continues to ask about my trip and talk about various things that I have for the most part forgotten and much I never really heard to begin with. It was not that I was ignoring him, rather I was preoccupied attempting to mentally communicate with anyone and everyone on the plane even remotely looking in my direction to come save me from this awkwardness.
"Jon, come here, I need to show you this!"
"Well, looks like I need to go. See ya."
Much to my chagrin, no one seemed to have ESP. There was no saving Jon.
As the conversation continues the flight attendant talks to me about his home town in Miami, Florida. He tells me I should go for a visit and even offers to "show me around" the city.
What a nice guy!
The steward decides that he wants to exchange contact info and hands me his card, which I quickly slip into my pocket without even taking a glance at it.
He asked me for my contact information, but I was not about to offer that up. Then I would never be rid of him!
"Oh don't worry, I'll contact YOU", I told him. Thankfully he accepted this although I could see the disappointment in his face.
After several attempts to find an exit, I finally made my move away from this strange conversation and went back to my seat.
After several minutes of explaining my uncomfortable bathroom break to the girl sitting in my window seat, I remembered the card he gave me. I removed it from my pocket, and as I read it to myself.
The front of the card said the steward's name (which I no longer remember) as well as a little picture of a person rubbing down another person in the upper corner. Below it indicated that he was in fact some sort of masseuse.
When I turned the card over my eyes grew when I saw "FIRST MASSAGE FREE" written on the back.
Woah. Is this how he picks up guys?
The rest of the plane ride I avoided eye contact with my admirer and he did not bother me again.
Although awkward as hell at the time, it was pretty funny to think back on, especially since he did not kidnap me or anything.
Nice to know I am loved by both sexes.
Life is one strange, dubious trip.
Do you ever sit back and reflect on the past...however many years, and just stare blankly at this memory of your life. I feel like I just got started, but at the same time...where did the years go? Life is a series of changing friends and relationships. In the past 28 years, I have had 16 BEST friends....at least. Growing up I always thought you had one best friend your whole life and that was it, they were married to you in a platonic best friend kinda way forever. No matter what happened or where the two of you ever went, best buds for life. Wow....could it be any further from the truth?
Life is one strange trip. At times it is frustrating, exhausting, and never certain, while at other times has this exciting, copacetic existance that exudes a sublime ambience.
Either way, people will always disagree on which world we live on at any given moment.
No matter how good or bad things are today, do you ever find yourself reflecting on the "good ole days", which of course always look so much better in hindsight?
I sometimes find myself overcome with acute nostalgia for my days on the Shore. Which is part of the reason I do not want to go back [to live]. I have such great memories growing up there, I feel like if I went back now, everything now would feel shitty in comparision.
No matter how planned you think you have things, no matter how certain you believe you are of what is going to happen next, life is unscripted and bewildering. That is certain.
Life is one strange trip. At times it is frustrating, exhausting, and never certain, while at other times has this exciting, copacetic existance that exudes a sublime ambience.
Either way, people will always disagree on which world we live on at any given moment.
No matter how good or bad things are today, do you ever find yourself reflecting on the "good ole days", which of course always look so much better in hindsight?
I sometimes find myself overcome with acute nostalgia for my days on the Shore. Which is part of the reason I do not want to go back [to live]. I have such great memories growing up there, I feel like if I went back now, everything now would feel shitty in comparision.
No matter how planned you think you have things, no matter how certain you believe you are of what is going to happen next, life is unscripted and bewildering. That is certain.
Credit Card Phone Flirting?
Per request, here is a blog I wrote in January of '07 after a very odd experience.
Please to enjoy...
So maybe I should just chalk this up to cultural differences or something, but I wonder if perhaps my sexual aura is just so strong it captures everyone in its path like a tractor beam. Tell me what YOU think.
The other day I got a message on my answering machine from Capital One saying that I should call them to get my interest rate lowered. Well, my interest rate is pretty damn high, so this sounded like a good idea. And they called me, right? I am sure they will lower it at least a percent or two. Today during my trip home from 'the office' aka my dark room with lots of tv's & buttons, I decided to make that call to the credit card company. On the other line was a fairly well spoken Middle Eastern male, who sounded more robotic than human at times.
The conversation went down something like this.....
Me: I got this call from you, yada yada yada, I would like to see if my interest rate could be lowered.
Credit Man: Yes sir, let me pull up your information in the computer.
Me: Okay(While we wait for it to come up on his screen)
Credit Man: How has your morning been today?
Me: Fine, thanks.
Credit Man: Good....Did you have a good New Year holiday?
Me: Ummm......yeah, it was good.......uhh, how was your holiday?(I'm thinking, he is a nice guy, trying to make conversation while we wait)
Credit Man: Yes, I have holiday.
Me: ??? Okay.
Credit Man: Sorry, we cannot lower your interest rate at this time, yada yada yada.
Let's pause the conversation for a moment.
Why the hell did these people leave a message on my phone to call and lower this if they were not going to do it in the first place?
I have a theory......lets continue.
Me: Okay, well thanks.
Credit Man: Anything else I can help you with?
Me: No, that is it today Thanks for your help.
Credit Man: May I say something else to you?
Me: Alright
Credit Man: You sound very wonderful on the phone
Me: ??????????
Credit Man: ......................
Me: Alright, thanks. Bye
I cannot be 100 percent sure, but I think he was still talking when I hung up.
Now, am I imagining things, or was this guy hitting on me? It could definitely just be a lack in communication and the differences in the cultures, but it was pretty awkward at the time. So, my theory....they never wanted to lower my interest rate. This was a plan by credit man to get me to call him so he could talk to me and work on his game. Too bad for him I am taken.....and heterosexual.
Weird.
I just must be so damn sexy, I attract both women & men across the globe!
DAMN MY RUGGED GOOD LOOKS!!!!
Any opinions?
Please to enjoy...
So maybe I should just chalk this up to cultural differences or something, but I wonder if perhaps my sexual aura is just so strong it captures everyone in its path like a tractor beam. Tell me what YOU think.
The other day I got a message on my answering machine from Capital One saying that I should call them to get my interest rate lowered. Well, my interest rate is pretty damn high, so this sounded like a good idea. And they called me, right? I am sure they will lower it at least a percent or two. Today during my trip home from 'the office' aka my dark room with lots of tv's & buttons, I decided to make that call to the credit card company. On the other line was a fairly well spoken Middle Eastern male, who sounded more robotic than human at times.
The conversation went down something like this.....
Me: I got this call from you, yada yada yada, I would like to see if my interest rate could be lowered.
Credit Man: Yes sir, let me pull up your information in the computer.
Me: Okay(While we wait for it to come up on his screen)
Credit Man: How has your morning been today?
Me: Fine, thanks.
Credit Man: Good....Did you have a good New Year holiday?
Me: Ummm......yeah, it was good.......uhh, how was your holiday?(I'm thinking, he is a nice guy, trying to make conversation while we wait)
Credit Man: Yes, I have holiday.
Me: ??? Okay.
Credit Man: Sorry, we cannot lower your interest rate at this time, yada yada yada.
Let's pause the conversation for a moment.
Why the hell did these people leave a message on my phone to call and lower this if they were not going to do it in the first place?
I have a theory......lets continue.
Me: Okay, well thanks.
Credit Man: Anything else I can help you with?
Me: No, that is it today Thanks for your help.
Credit Man: May I say something else to you?
Me: Alright
Credit Man: You sound very wonderful on the phone
Me: ??????????
Credit Man: ......................
Me: Alright, thanks. Bye
I cannot be 100 percent sure, but I think he was still talking when I hung up.
Now, am I imagining things, or was this guy hitting on me? It could definitely just be a lack in communication and the differences in the cultures, but it was pretty awkward at the time. So, my theory....they never wanted to lower my interest rate. This was a plan by credit man to get me to call him so he could talk to me and work on his game. Too bad for him I am taken.....and heterosexual.
Weird.
I just must be so damn sexy, I attract both women & men across the globe!
DAMN MY RUGGED GOOD LOOKS!!!!
Any opinions?
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