Ya gotta love this line. It’s use is fairly common in both movies, and on television. It’s usually is yelled out by a son, when a stepdad is imposing his will on him.
“You’re not my father!!! You can’t tell me what to do.”
It’s the ultimate biting line, because the stepdad can never really come up with a good response. The stepdad could be the greatest human being in the world, but once that rebellious teen points out that there are no biological ties existent, he wins.
Perhaps I should try to apply this line to other areas of my life. Next time my boss goes to me, “Would you mind sending out an email to the staff telling them that I’m postponing the meeting?”
“No! Don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my real father!!!”
Today I was on line at Rite Aid, and as I typically do, I glance at the covers of the rags like Star Magazine or the National Enquirer. Mostly it’s just nonsense, and stupid shit about Jennifer Aniston’s dating life. However, the cover I saw earlier today I found insanely offensive. Now, if you read this blog semi-regularly, you might not be suprised to find out that it’s somewhat difficult to offend me.
The cover of the National Examiner read — “Obama’s Top Secret Meetings With Muslims: Shocking Pact with the Enemy”
ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL? Seriously, is a fucking redneck with an IQ of 12 running this publication? The thing is, if you lie and gossip about a celebrity’s sex life, as disgusting as that is, it doesn’t propagate hate. I’d like to think that most Americans are smart enough to not equate all Muslims to terrorists, but sadly I fear this is far from true. Why does the piece of shit National Examiner feel the need to encourage more hatred and even violence in this world?
If that is their goal, they achieved it. BECAUSE I FUCKING OFFICIALLY HATE THEM AND HOPE THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR PRINTING THIS GARBAGE FUCKING DIE A VIOLENT AND PAINFUL DEATH. 
I did some Googling later in the day and found this — See the cover for yourself.
It was somewhat comforting to find at least some people calling out such bullshit.
There’s no shortage of things that piss me off, and seeing commercials for prescription medication is something that definitely is somewhere near the top of that list. Perhaps this is primitive thinking, but if I am sick or have some kind of medical problem, I should see a doctor.
The doctor diagnoses, then prescribes. Admittedly, I’m not so worldly, but I bet that the United States has by far the most money thrown into the marketing and advertising of prescription medication.
Especially in terms of the elderly, you’ll often see that their medicine cabinets resemble that of a pharmacy. So many of these people take meds for everything.
With so many old people combo-izing, why not approach advertising in the same matter…
For example, combine Advair, a drug that helps with breathing, with Viagra, the impotency drug.
Combining these drugs in commercials is not only more cost effective in terms of buying ad space, but it’s logical too. What old man wouldn’t want to breathe more freely and have nice erections?
Obviously, if combining two drugs produces a side-effect that is fatal, I probably would have some moral issues with advertising those together, but other than that…..
Especially these days, affordable medical insurance can be tough to come by. For me, I try to avoid doctor visits unless I absolutely have to go. If a problem can be diagnosed and solved without getting a doctor involved, I’m all for it.
Usually this means asking my mom, the Internet, or complete strangers on the street for their input on personal ailments. I’ve found that the CVS pharmacist is also another good source of free medical information and advice. I’ve asked this woman for her two cents on several occasions now.
However, it’s a little unnerving to talk to her, and reveal very personal things about my body to her. In addition, any CVS customers within an earshot also can become privy to things about me that should be confidential (FYI, I’m perfectly healthy so don’t worry).
Nevertheless, I’d still prefer to talk a pharmacist, than drive to the doctor, wait for 3 hours amongst gross people, and pay money — only to find out I have a minor case of raging diarrhea that I can really only basically cure by drinking lots of water, taking Imodium, and by “waiting it out.”
For last 6 months or so, every weekday morning when I’d prefer to be still sleeping, construction noise from outside my window has disrupted my life, and made attempts to ruin it. To be honest, now that the framework of this new apartment complex is in place, it seems most of the work the construction men are doing now is on the interior of the building. Therefore, a lot of the loud noises are under control now.
In addition to the major inconvenience of construction, the bigger issue is that this new apartment complex is severely compromising my view of the Hollywood Hills. Shouldn’t this mean I get a discount on my rent? If I sign a lease with a certain expectation of having a view, once that view is compromised, doesn’t that make the property not as valuable? Though if I asked my landlord for a rent discount, she’d probably laugh at me.
I’m looking to stay positive, and not be a spoiled brat (”Ooh my view isn’t as good”). On the bright side, this new building seems to be coming together nicely. They’re working on the windows, which make me wonder who soon might take residence in these units.
If you’re gonna take away my scenic view of mountains, you better replace it with a scenic view of attractive female neighbors. Thanks.
I’m not saying that we should have already, or should now definitely invade Iran. My previous post is more of a broad perspective on events, and how I see them as somewhat ironic.
According to co-worker Justin Holzedl, violence is never the answer (which we can debate until the end of time), unless one is on Wheel of Fortune and the puzzle is V_OLENCE. I asked him if he came up with that, and he admitted it was this t-shirt that inspired him.
That is all.
Believe me, I’m no political expert. I’m one of those people who isn’t a polarized zealot. I just try to “be aware” of what’s going on in the world. That all being said, the following may come across as a gross oversimplification of complex matters.
Our country, the United States, for some reason (oil, Dick Cheney, Saddam wanting to kill George Bush I, lies about WMD’s, etc.) decided to invade Iraq. Turns out, after our forced entry we weren’t exactly greeted warmly as liberators.
Flash forward to today, Iran is in turmoil. Images of Iranian protesters being abused by authorities fills the TV airwaves, as well as “the tubes,” aka the Internet.
Yet, in Iran’s case, the United States and the rest of the world seem somewhat hesitant to speak out against these atrocities, let alone to take action against them.
One country asks for nothing, our military invades. The other holds up signs (IN ENGLISH) basically pleading for help, but we’re too busy watching Jon and Kate.
If anything our country appears to be very consistent with human nature. We’re more intrigued by the girl who’s ignoring us, yet the one who wants us we know we could have, so we choose to ignore her.
I’m not certain that I’ve ever been on a motorcycle before. In actuality, I have little interest in hopping onto to a Harley anytime soon. Maybe if I lived in Montana, and not in Los Angeles, I’d be more interested in owning a bike. There’s little that’s appealing to me about having to dangerously weave in and out of traffic on the crowded freeways.
I think it makes much more sense for me to simply purchase a motorcycle helmet. It’s cheaper than purchasing the bike too. All I really want to do is walk around with the helmet anyway. You’ve seen these guys. When someone walks into a room, or a public place carrying a helmet, this instantly demands a certain level of respect.
But what happens when someone discovers I don’t actually own a motorcycle? Well, all I can hope is that they’d appreciate the hilarity of my brilliant charade….
The first one has to do with the number 0 (zero). It’s super common that people when speaking will use the letter O in place of the number 0. “What’s your phone number?” It’s five-five-five oh-oh-two-three. “Oh” is a letter, NOT a number. Saying the word zero requires 1 more syllable. Don’t be afraid to say it.
Another often misused word is ton. A ton is a unit of weight equal to 2,000 pounds, NOT a word intended to indicate you have “a lot” of something.
“I have a ton of friends.” Really? What’s that like?
Because I have 1,374 pounds of friends.
…an elderly person is actually able to hear it.
