When I was a kid my father took special glee in mocking me for watching professional wrestling -- "It's fake! It's not real! How dumb can you be?"
To further this exploration of human emotion, I am going to follow up with Hashtag Angry Elephants, the story of a girl and her discussion of anger. It will have nothing to do with Twitter and even less to do with angry elephants.
Deep space. The Nostromo. Ripley encounters the Alien in her private quarters:
So little credence is given to terminally inane events, those phenomena that evince a tawdry indifference to meaningfulness, the ones that cause you to yawn right in the face of a speaker.
Since the Internet provides very few ways to trick you into thinking that your shoelace is untied, I thought it far more convenient to trick you into thinking the following ten headlines somehow represented reality.
Breaking News: Congress' revolutionary decision to return to Washington after its seven-and-a-half month vacation. My guest tonight is Speaker of the House Congressman John Boner. He sits on my right.
Yahoo recently issued a warning for all us users to change our passwords due to compromised email accounts by Hackers. There's just one problem. I forgot my password three months ago and the answer to my security question as well.
While my husband and I have a million things in common, how we deal with customer service is not one of them. Like most people, I don't enjoy interacting with them (thanks, Comcast), but he does!
Floridians, I've had just about enough of the "sucks to be you" jokes and memes plastered all over Facebook. I get that it's warm where you are and that there are luscious beaches in all directions.
Well, I have officially become that guy. I'm not that old, just 50, but I have been dieting for about a year now and all I do is fantasize about food. I watch TV shows about food, like Man Vs. Food and The Layover With Anthony Bourdain and several that involve cooking meat on a grill. I
For me, it was hard to tell when I was dating a product manager. Just kidding, I'm not that desperate. But you might be. And if you are, here are the signs to look for.
We all have our weaknesses when it comes to conservation, right? Mine just happen to occur in hotels. Sure, I'll deposit my empty mini-bar bottles into the in-room recycling container but I'm not averse to taking long, hot showers.
He represents the new GOP cynicism, elevating anti-Obama pandering to his unglued base above actual governing. But don't worry. Cruz probably won't win a damn thing other than a bump in his speaking fees due to his newly ordained status as a "presidential candidate" -- which is why he's running in the first place.
The only thing better than a cute baby is their own reaction to their irresistible cuteness!
Recently, I was cleaning my eight-year-old's room and came across troves of material from his policeman phase: heavy-duty handcuffs; badges; the hat; and photos taken with various law enforcement officers.
I know I've got it good. And while I hate to always be wanting more, more, more, I have these thoughts and dreams in the back of my head that are telling me that I can always be happier. I think everyone has those. So I thought I'd share mine with you all.