One day in the parallel universe of things I dream up but never do, I’ll start a podcast called Guildenstern and RosenRANTz where I just rave wildly about the things that get me worked up.
But seriously, can you imagine, if there was a Warren/Clinton 2016 ticket, how long it would take before someone in the media started up a discussion on campaign trail period synchronization? Slash possibly something about menopause?
I’d go with 48 hours, tops, but even that’s a conservative estimate.
Neither Rain nor Sleet nor Snow
Can’t tell if getting a burrito for 1L snow day pavlov’d me into craving one every time it snows or if I just always want a burrito because, DUH, it’s a burrito.
(I mean, we literally have burrito options for every single meal because in the history of mankind no one ever said, “Burritos for breakfast? Ludicrous!”)
I’ve only seen about two episodes, but I get the impression that Dr. Who is like the British sci-fi baby of Star Trek and Power Rangers.
As the release date gets closer, we’re being flooded with releases of trailers and promos and posters of Catching Fire! Yes. Very exciting. We get pictures of so many of the tributes! Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, Johanna, Beetee, Wiress, Mags! Oh wait, there’s more! Cashmere … and Gloss? Yeah. Those…
I get that the districts in Panem are very insular, but given that:
- Collins described many characters in ways that would indicate they are not pure, driven-snow white, and
- The Hunger Games is set in a somewhat-distant future—and it is a prevalent belief (if not evidenced truth) today that our genetic makeup is becoming increasingly diversified and less “white-looking” with each subsequent generation,
it is bizarre to me how stark the racial composition of the films is. Nearly every character of note is either unambiguously white or black. What’s up with the casting department?
"If we didn’t shed our skin cells, would we grow wider around like trees until at the ripe age of 40, we all looked like the Michelin man?"
I submitted that poser to facebook on July 15, 2009 and I’m still fucking curious.
I just forgot how old I am. Again.
Having surpassed the initial onslaught of noteworthy birthdays, growing older and remembering my own age has become something akin to reciting multiples of twelve—I really oughta have it down by now… but sometimes the only way to be sure is to just count it out.
Bradley Cooper and the Felix Felicis
- If JK Rowling had written Limitless.
P.S. In renaming my paper today, I briefly considered trying to make a play on words centering around the whole asteroid mining concept and for just a second, contemplated titling it “Mine Comp.”
…before deciding that was quite possibly the most devastatingly offensive thing I have ever thought up.
In semi-related news, did you know someone actually named an asteroid Anne Frank??
Asteroid Anne Frank: forever floating in the galactic attic above our heads.
Restaurant websites should end in “.nom”
Thank you! You’re welcome! Good night! I’ll be here all week!