Monthly Archives: October 2010

Drunk Decisions

Some people make poor choices when drunk. I on the other hand, do not. In fact, I do the opposite. I make tasteful, some might even say elegant, choices. Like a set of 4 Bormioli Rocco Premium Martini glasses.

The internet makes life so awesome.


Sad Sack

It’s raining outside, the liquor section of my bookcase is becoming dangerously thin, and I have no new Mad Men episodes to look forward to for the next nine months. Time to turn on some Jeff Buckley and make some impulse purchases.

Mad Men

To think that I almost ┬ádidn’t watch the show because I thought it was a 1960s version of American Psycho.

Not that it would have been a bad thing.

A Joke about Partisanship

I found this joke in one of the CNN comment threads (which I read for the articles), and I thought it was pretty funny.

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him,

“Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be an Obama Democrat.”

“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”

“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”

The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Republican.”

“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?”

“Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are – or where you are going. You’ve risen to where you are , due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You’re in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it’s my fault.”

Hahahahahahaha politics are petty.

Well, knows who I am

So there’s a site called that analyzes your blog’s writing style and figures out who the writer is and the general tone of the blog. I thought it would be interesting to see how this blog is seen so I decided to try it out. Here are the results.

Text analysis is probably written by a female somewhere between 18-25 years old. The writing style is personal and happy most of the time.



So yeah… Since I am apparently a girl and I obsess over Zooey Deschanel, I must be a lesbian. Yes, I’ll admit it. I am in lesbian with Zooey Deschanel.

Because who wouldn't be in lesbian with her?




Love is a painkiller (apparently)

So a study done at Stanford University showed that people who are in the “admittedly have strong feelings for” stage of their emotional connection with some other person sense less pain than the average person, because apparently the emotion of love does things to the brain that are similar to the effects of dopamines and cocaine. So when you are in love, everything hurts a little less. This was all proven with real sciency things like MRIs and electrodes and stuff, so it must definitely be true.

…is that why the world hurts so much when you’ve fallen out of love?

[The Guardian]