Se jatkuu ja sitten se loppuu (Be warned!)

This is the Worst Music Video Ever (I wanna love you tender) by Finnish artists Armi and Dani. I like the Grease-like ending.

This is Finnish YMCA. It is disturbing. I warn you! (but it's not that disturbing!)

And I tell you, I have no more bizarre Finnish videos up my sleeve. For now.

Minä rakastan sinua. Rakastatko minua?

Finns make disco a fine art. That's all I gotta say.

Ist das nicht ein Blogentry?

Ja, das ist ein Blogentry!

So I found this website. It's in German, and, well, mildly disturbing because it deals with Lederhosen. And I'm not entirely proud of it. But you can get this result:

http://www.huettengaudi.de/?dance=zbd4pz71je5f813h

All I need to do is see a dog and a cat hug and I'll have seen it all.

Auf Wiedersehen!

Old and Lovin' It

With two months before my 25th birthday, I am now officially old.
But it really has nothing to do with my age.
I was sitting on my bed the other night at 10:00 pm thinking about what to do. "Geez," I said to myself, "I can read, watch tv, chat with the roommates, have other types of fun, or go to bed." "Tough choice," I replied. After careful consideration, I spoke up. "Sleep" I said. "Good idea," I reaffirmed.
So I chose sleep over fun and am officially old.
Not as if anyone should blame me. On my way to work taking the NPR express, I discovered something called second sleep. Apparently, no one had really known what sleep was like before electric lights provided the option of shucking more corn or tatting a doilie at 11:00 pm. So researchers took normal, modern people and put them in an "ancient" environment of 14 hours of dark. Guess what happened? People started sleeping in shifts. After seven hours of sleep, people would wake up for "a few hours of quiet, attentive tranquility." That would be followed by four more hours of something Homer called "second sleep." I don't know about you, but having a second sleep is much cooler than having only a first sleep. So my decision of sleeping over fun is quite understandable.
I just hope I turn out to be a cute old person.

"What's your favorite pageant slogan?"

Gladys Leeman: "Amer-I-Can" (from Drop Dead Gorgeous, my favorite movie)

So I thought that Amer-I-Can would look good on a t-shirt. So I found these copyright free pictures that would look really good with that slogan. Tell me which ones you think would be funniest.

Gee, I Must Have Made that Left Turn At Albuquerque

Bugs Bunny would sometimes begin his cartoons by his burrowing into a new, crazy location. He would explain this to the audience by saying that he made a left turn at Albuquerque. After that, everything would go wrong.

And that's how I feel about Michael Crichton's 2004 book State of Fear, which I title: State of Fear: A very convenient book. The fictional work focuses much of its attention on the global warming conspiracy and how eco-freaks are using it to their political advantage. Fine. I can dig any number of premises, such as: Jimmy Stewart was the Anti-Christ bent on world domination (for guys) AND that girl that wore the same coctail dress as you last Saturday (for girls). And only an unholy alliance of Celine Dion, Wayne Newton, The Carebears and Chuck Norris can stop him. But please keep up the pace. And give the book an ending. And don't be preachy. I'm talking to you, Mike.

The book begins with the death of George Morton, a gazillionaire supporter of environmentalists, in a fatal car crash. His most trusted lawyer Peter Evans and his trusted, sexy assistant Sarah embark on a voyage of adventure and danger, led by the mysterious yet wise John Kenner and his foreign sidekick Thapa.

But after an incident in New Mexico where EVERYONE overcomes nearly IMPOSSIBLE odds the novel makes a left turn turn at Albuquerque. Quite literally. The battle-scarred heroes go back to Los Angeles, and the novel's pace slows. And the author gets preachy about the global warming conspiracy. Indeed, Crichton seems to focus more attention on making environmentalists look ridiculous than tying all the loose ends up. (****SPOILER ALERT****) You never find out what happens to Nick Drake, the book's main villain, and the book closes with the scientist John Kenner's viewpoint about scientific independence. Despite these major flaws, Crichton did round up an impressive amount of research (all of which is meticulously documented, with annotated bibliographies) and makes some very interesting and valid points about global warming, science, politics, and the media.

But next time, Mike, make the right turn at Albuquerque.

2008, Why Can't You be More Like 2005?

So 2007 has come and gone. This leaves us with a bittersweet feeling.

And a feeling of ANGER at what we haven't accomplished.

In 2001: A Space Odyssey, I was promised space flights, aliens, and computers that sang songs about daisies to me.

But where's my diasy song? It's 2008 for goodness sake.

Here's a list of what SHOULD be here but isn't:

Flying Cars

Aliens (the Friendly Kind)

Cure for Cancer

Human Clones

Cities on the Moon

Good-tasting Olives

Ray Guns

Robots (both deadly and friendly- take your pick)

Teleportation

There are numerous things we do have but were never predicted, like the internet.

But where's my song about daisies?

I Accuse Goody Smith of Being a Witch

And other logical arguments I'll hear after this blog entry

Well, after about nine months of constant political assault and harrassment, I thought I would share a few things that I have noticed.

I support Bill Richardson, but realize that he won't make it far at all. After him I like Hillary.

Oh come on. Stop it.

You say she's evil. You say she's the bride of Satan.

My question for you is: Has Hillary Clinton appeared to you at night asking you to sign your name in her book?

Probably not.