...but isn't it common knowledge and social etiquette that if someone is sitting in an area where there are several empty tables, and there's no one else around, that when you go choose your table, you choose pretty much any table besides the one directly in front of the one person sitting there??? And if you are going to sit at the table directly in front of that one person already there, wouldn't you sit in the same direction as them? Meaning that you either sit with your back to them, or else you're both back to back. You wouldn't actually sit at the table so that you're sitting directly face to face, would you?
Well this dumbass did that today, and I was like wtf? There are tons and tons of empty tables around. Why choose the one 3 feet in front of me, and facing me so that I have to look at you eat and vice versa? Uh yeah, awkward. But then I thought it'd be more awkward and rude if I were to pick up my stuff and move to another table. But that's what I wanted to do. sigh... Sometimes I wish I could do that stuff and not care what people think.
Judging by the last few issues of goop, I'd say that Gwyneth Paltrow is running out of things to talk about. She's really grasping for straws now. I love her, but seriously, a recipe on how to make a sandwich?
Spread each slice of bread with a tablespoon of Vegenaise or mayonnaise, sprinkle with coarse salt and pepper. Layer the bacon, tomato, avocado and lettuce on four slices of the bread and then sandwich with the remaining four. Cut each sandwich in half and serve.Um, thanks.
And today's goop tells us to go green and buy stuff like recyclable socks, or Stella McCartney's eco line that costs between $435 - 1535. Really? "Cause I don't think so.
I'm waiting for her to turn goop into a blog. It'd be way more interesting. I'd rather read about what a day for her is like, as opposed to reading about how she thinks we should live our lives. How about just sharing some stories about yourself so that you're more relateable to more people? All of the hotel, restaurant, shopping recommendations, etc... that can be included in a blog every once in a while. But on a weekly basis - I don't think she's got 52 weeks' worth of advice to dole out. I mean, she's not Martha Stewart.
Gwyneth, please start blogging or twittering. Let's give up this life guru gig.
To get passengers' attention during the safety procedure announcement, Air New Zealand created a video where all the flight attendants and pilots wear nothing but body paint and strategically placed items. It's pretty funny. It certainly beats the usual boring announcements! And I love the accents. Reminds me of a former coworker, Michelle, who I couldn't always understand, but she always sounded so cute! lol. Anyway, check out the video.
Revised: Fine, since BBC are being losers about allowing people to post videos on youtube, AND since it appears that anyone outside of the UK can't watch the videos on their own site, then all I'm left with are photos. So here you go. They haven't aged a day at all!
NME gives a great review here.
When I was in highschool, home ec consisted of learning how to cook for half the term, and learning how to sew during the other half. Both those things are important, though I admit that I haven't sewn one thing since then, and to this day, can't sew a button or hem pants to save my life. Embarassing, I know. But now that I'm an adult, there are things I've had to deal with that I really fucking can't stand, such as: putting together Ikea furniture with that stupid little piece of metal that is supposed to act like a screwdriver; how to install curtains; how to use a stinking power drill, stuff like that.
Nothing makes me feel more like a helpless woman than when I walk into Home Depot or an auto shop. I don't know what things are called and when you ask for help, I have no idea what they're talking about. All I know is that I need a thingy or a doohicky that'll help with the whachamacallit. I am not in my comfort zone and I hate that.
I had to install some curtains recently, and judging by what I see on all these home reno shows, it looks pretty easy. But then you get home, open the packages, try to follow the instructions, and realize that you don't actually know how to use a bloody screwdriver, and what the hell is a Phillips? Then after putting holes in the wall in the wrong spots, you start getting angry that you can't do it, and then you start crying because you realize that you will never be Debbie Travis or Martha Stewart, and are a failure as a woman.
Most of the time I feel like a capable, independent woman who can take care of herself. But then at times like those mentioned above, all I want to do is have a man come over and do this crap for me, along with killing spiders, and putting air in my tires. These are requirements for my future husband. If you can't do these things, then just go away, because there's no point in two people not knowing how to do it. It's not that I can't learn it - of course I could learn all of that. It's that I don't want to. I'm not interested, and have no inclination towards that kind of stuff. Feminists will hate me for saying this, but I am happy to have those things be a man's job!
However, if we want more girls growing up knowing how to do the things I can't, then they really need to start teaching this stuff in home ec. Spend a week teaching them how to put together a shelf from Ikea or how to check the oil in their cars. Or how to use tools and know what the hell a leveler is for. Otherwise, they'll wind up like me, trying their best to prove themselves, but failing miserably, and grabbing the closest guy to squash their bugs for them.
I was at my brother's place the other night, scouring through their dvd collection for something I could steal and watch. I saw they had a separate pile of blu ray discs, and I asked him this question: "So what's blu ray?" And my brother and his wife both stopped what they were doing, furrowed their brows, and said to me, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." But I was serious. I don't really know what it is. I keep hearing about blu ray this and blu ray that, but what's the big fucking deal about it? Why are people all excited about it? I still don't know!
Then my brother asked me when I was going to get an HD tv, and I replied, "Is that the same as a flat screen or plasma tv?" To which he replied, "Just get out of here. Go. Leave. I can't have you in this house if you're that stupid. You're an embarassment!" So I guess the answer to my question is no?
I honestly don't see the big deal. Why do we need blu ray, whatever it is? Is there something wrong with regular dvds that I'm not seeing? I'm not shelling out for some special blu ray player. I think it's all a scam. And I truly truly truly don't give a shit about HD. My brother, and my brothers-in-law have all tried to show me the difference between regular and HD tv. They switch between the channels to show me the diference in clarity.
Is it more clear in HD? *shrug* I guess so... but you know what? I STILL don't care! It doesn't enhance my enjoyment of a movie any more than on a regular screen. What do I need to see someone's face so close up that I can see their pores? That's distracting! Or else, I think that maybe HD has a quality to the eyes that only MALE eyes can see, because I don't know that many women that give a crap. I know I don't.
Spent the past hour reading all the unconfirmed and then confirmed reports of MJ's death. It's pretty shocking. I mean, the guy wasn't the healthiest person, but I never thought he'd have a heart attack. And it always happens in 3's for some reason. This time it's Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and now MJ. It's so sad. I mean, the guy was an odd duck and all, but he's still an American icon. I feel bad for the kids.
Normally I find the whole idea of using a public toilet pretty disgusting in most cases. The toilet seats are filthy, there's stuff all over the floor. It's nasty in general. Once in a while, a public toilet will have toilet seat covers, but if they don't, then I just use toilet paper to line the seats. And when it's really gross, I'll use a little bit of anti-bacterial hand sanitizer to clean the toilet seat first, and then I'll line it with toilet paper afterwards.
So it was a very pleasant surprise to go into the public toilets at Ikea and find the most brilliant thing ever - a cleaning liquid dispenser in each stall! It had pictures and instructions on what to do: grab a few squares of tp, pump the foam sanitizer onto the tp, clean toilet seat, flush. Ready for use. Awesome! It was the cleanest public toilet I've ever seen. Was so impressed! Why don't more places invest a little bit of money and install this in every stall, along with some air freshener? Would be fantastic. I was so impressed, I wanted to take a photo of it, if it weren't so creepy to be taking photos in a public toilet. So I didn't. But go check out an Ikea near you over the weekend and you'll see what I mean. Loves it!
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