tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41260142012-01-30T14:06:33.734-08:00Going Against the Grain Since 1967. Email me <a href="mailto:fiez100@yahoo.com">Suburby</a><br><br> Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.comBlogger1971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-11467832668265471642012-01-30T13:43:00.000-08:002012-01-30T14:04:19.196-08:00

This is actually a serious post today, about parenting. As a mom, I am annoyed at other parents. I find so many of them simply abandon their responsibilities because their kids give them some grief. But, really, that's when you have to step it up, when you're actually getting the grief.When your kid mouths off, storms off, disobeys and you respond by rolling your eyes, or throwing your hands up

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We went to Mexico over the holidays. I had never been to Mexico before and I loved it, but I was a little disappointed to learn that pronouncing things with a Spanish accent is not exactly the same as speaking fluent Spanish.Me to son: No, don't worry, I speak Spanish fluently. Cinco de Mayo, por favor.Well, it turns out I don't because pronouncing English words with a Spanish accent, is also

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Problem: I would like to know what are the cool clothes for the kids today, but I have no idea what they are and no way of finding out. I keep running it over in my mind.Solution: And then hits me! Go into the coolest store in the entire mall (suburban! lame! whatever!) and just walk right up to the coolest looking (scratch that - could end up being lamest person based on my inability to

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You know those people who really believe their own press.The kind of people who cannot tell when other people are blowing smoke up their ass. Someone is all OMIGOD you were so great!And they are all fake modest about it because in reality they actually believe every word the smoke blower is saying.They believe it in the Thank God someone finally GETS ME kind of way.I wonder about those people.

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Americans, Gather Around...It's time to talk about the messed up way you pronounce words. Version 2.0 ("Cause I know I have had to talk to y'all about this before. And by the way, I have no problem with "y'all" because it's just so awesome. )Word number one: COUPON. Where do you get the "queue" (kyew) sound from? You're all over our Canadian asses about the "OOt 'n' aboot", which I don't think

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-54962212444698137622011-09-12T16:16:00.000-07:002011-09-12T16:24:34.384-07:00

So, prepare to be bored.I just took another look at mine and it turns out there are a lot of people who need to know how to pronounce the word "mayonnaise". I get at least three people a week coming to my site to learn the secret to correct pronunciation of that word. (In fairness, I do have a small treatise on it about three feet down.)Man, just try to envision the situation in which one would

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-74227010716632925572011-06-16T15:48:00.000-07:002011-06-16T15:50:30.563-07:00

if they will be selling some "Baby's First Hockey Riot 2011" souvenirs in Vancouver. A onesie, or maybe a Christmas ornament?

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I was watching those plucky ladies of The View today, and they were discussing, among other things, the idea that everyone has a calling.When you hear something like that I think it's natural to ask, "What's mine?" I don't know what mine is. Is it a calling to be a little bit irreverent and always either offering (extremely excellent and very helpful) advice or doing everything in your power to

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Have you ever visited someone's blog, say someone with whom you have some level of aquaintance, however trivial, and looked at their blogroll? Sometimes it's a real short list; othertimes the list is long. Like really long. Super long. And their title is alyways something like: Check out àll my friends and their super awesome reads! It`s those ones to which I am referring, btw (In case I am being

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Don't mistake kindness and good manners for weakness. Just FYI.

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What happened to shame? Nobody does it anymore. I don't know if this is just a Canadian thing, but it seems no one ever says anything about anything anymore, other that to say something is "Amaaaaazing!" (Nothing is that amazing, btw)But some things are shameful. Treating people like crap, beating your kids, gambling away the family house. I do not suggest we go back to using shame as a way to

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I'm having a better today than I was last post, and frankly feel a little embarassed at my petulance and ingratitude (someone got a thesaurus...). After all, asthma is far from the worse lung disease there is, am I right, motherfuckers!?Valentine's Day: My husband bought me a grocery store bouquet (feh) and my son told me I'd have to share my card with his Dad. That seemed a little gay to me.

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-69724460218784719982011-01-27T14:28:00.000-08:002011-01-27T14:34:05.713-08:00

I just found out I have asthma. Such a loser disease!It was already hard to look cool in my Costco track suit. It's infinitely more difficult trying to rock the budget brand Lulu Lemon with an inhaler in your hand.Really not having a very good day.

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and I discovered that someone is looking at this log from an iPhone. An iPhone! Get your ass into the future, fast, mofos. It is on its way.An iPhone!Giving my head a shake right now.

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-57093066385323838372010-11-29T16:51:00.000-08:002010-11-29T17:00:22.565-08:00

are there so many assholes in the world? Seriously. If you doubt I am right, then come to my son's school's drive through sometime. You'll see. You'll see all too clearly, my friend.Also, why isn't there more candy in my life? Did I ban it or something? No! Somebody get right on that.Thirdly, what's with these assholes who start sentences with words like "thirdly". What are you, a former

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When I was a girl, I had a dream for myself at 16. I wanted to change my name to Linda, buy a silver Mustang convertible, and get myself two silver poodles to ride in the backseat.In reality, at 16 I had a mangy cat and a bus pass.Still, that bus pass was some freedom, huh! In 15-27 minutes I am going to be outta here!

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The other day I was watching the fourth hour of the Today Show, with lovable dinosaurs Kathy Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotbe. As they were making their comments about Lady Gaga at the VMAs it hit me -- these nice old ladies should not be talking about the VMAs.Time was not too long ago, when young and old were separated by different tastes and interests. All manner of tastes were different -- clothes,

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Who here is fooled by the "interactivity" schtick that tv producers insist on putting on their stupid tv shows?Anyone?I mean the Good Morning America style "Tell us what YOU think about this story on our Facebook page!"And they read maybe 2 comments, which is supposed to demonstrate how interactive they are. And every show is doing this now. Are there people at home who actually think they are

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Well, Dear Reader, I am here to tell you that my family just returned from a cruise to Alaska. You heard me, Alaska. How dare you judge me!Interesting facts about cruising to Alaska:1. No way you're the fattest person on the cruise. Not even close. Go ahead and eat some more cheesecake because most of the people here are fatter than you.2. No way you're old. See number one above, and while

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Does anyone read the really great McSweeney's Internet Tendency? If you don't, you should. It's really funny.Anyhoo, they do these Lists over there, and I was just reading them and I made my own:Canadian Superheroes Who Are Well Known in Canada but Not in the US Because, Typical!, You Don't Even Bother to get to Know Anything About Canada, Unless It's Bad News, Then You're All "Woo hoo double

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New postBlank PageStop taunting me!Actually, it's okay.People, have I told you how lucky I am to be the kind of person who needs you?Is there anything in the world sadder than the trying-to-be-hip housewife? And she's all "That's not how I roll" . We just got you to stop saying "In da house", please do not start up with this "How you roll" business now. I ask you, sincerely, is there anything

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You know that famous TV commercial -- the Apple Computers one -- that's supposedly the greatest commercial ever made -- the Citizen Kane of TV commercials. There's a room full of people dressed the same way, looking grey and extremely dour all bring dictated to, Big Brother (a la the novel 1984, not Julie Chen) style. And then suddenly there's a jogger and she for some reason has a sledgehammer

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With massive overpopulation threatening the globe, Canadians maintain a population of less than 35 million. How do they do it? Zero sex appeal!Chickka boom

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That is, if anyone of us can understand what the hell it is you are trying to say!Yesterday I was enjoying a leisurely scroll (my God, where else are you going to get a quality pun like that one. Not since The Family Circle!) through the Blogosphere (normally wouldn't use that word but need it to keep the dazzling metaphor going) when I happened across a weblog called Whateva Sista that

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I love your president! He's so awesome.Your iced tea sucks. It's tea with ice. (I am making a big fat face of incredulity right now) Where the hell is the sugar and the fake lemon flavour?Big Brother is starting again! I love that show!Is our currency really that funny? "Monopoly money"? Come on, is that the best you've got? I am finding it harder and harder to politely fake laugh about it.Man,

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Happy Birthday to the best country, evah!

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1. Kelly Ripa has a tranny body. Think about it: No boobs, no hips, super lean, very muscly arms. Like it or don't, that is a man's body.2. Bryant Gumble is the best moderator The View has ever had.3. The older I get the harder it is to lose weight. I am talking freakishly, super goddam weird hard.4. I am turning into one of those "the more I get to know people, the more i like my dog!"

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-53115873297153399942010-05-25T09:49:00.000-07:002010-05-25T09:51:40.056-07:00

Ghosts talk, people live for hundreds of years, there's a magic well spring of light, a monster made out of smoke and the sideways world is purgatory.Shyeeeeah.If you don't watch the show, move on. There's nothing to see here.

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I cannot tell you how goddam sick I am of hearing girls argue about who's the cuter Jonas brother.For the love of Mike girls, grow up! There's really nothing to fight about! It's Nick.

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LOST, I am going to be lost without you. OMIGOD I loved Dr. Jack Sheppard, and seeing him, in the last episode, limping away, holding his injured side, walking slowly and carefully on to what he for sure knew was his own death. It made me cry, and was truly was one of the saddest things I have ever seen on tv. I think Matthew Fox is way underrated as an actor. Plus the handsome. Which,

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-2050305899907875232010-04-26T14:26:00.000-07:002010-04-26T14:29:12.365-07:00

Here is my recipe for a lasting marriage:Lower your expectations.I say it glibly, but that doesn't make it any less true.

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-2044390377193396812010-03-26T10:31:00.001-07:002010-03-26T10:34:55.083-07:00

Yesterday I told the old b 'n' c that I had developed an irrational fear that there was a family of mice living in my laundry basket.Crazy?Just crazy enough that I don't have to do laundry anymore.

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Oh Other Mom with grey roots who I saw at the mailbox and who lives in my subdivision,We should be friends.How awesome you are with your grey roots showing about two months worth of growth -- high five.Why don't we know each otherAnd provide each other with a safe haven from all the other moms in the subdivision with "trendy" tattoos and boob jobsWe could hang outAnd wear our Costco pantsWhile we

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Have you noticed that some people add a tag line to their blogs explaining that the blog is funny. Like:Blog TitleThen tag it! (And capitalize every word, because what the fuck):Subtle, Witty Humour About A Day In The Life Of A Single Working PersonMy thoughts on this are as follows:1. It is borderline sad when you have to tell people that your blog is funny. 1a. Props to you for adding in the

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-27983902220884643282010-03-04T08:36:00.000-08:002010-03-04T08:47:39.937-08:00

I'd have to say that it is really difficult to be a boy these days.I could say an awful lot about this, but I am not in the mood this morning. Suffice it to say that these days schools are set up to accomodate girls and girls' learning styles.Boys routinely get into trouble for learning in the boy style, which is unacceptable to most elementary and middle grade teachers who are themelseves former

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-90761372485386730182010-03-01T09:46:00.000-08:002010-03-01T12:31:38.664-08:00

For those of you who missed it, here's my mini-review of the 2010 Closing Ceremonies:(prepare to be mini-enlightened!)These are my thoughts as they occurred:1. Wow, I didn't know Lindsay Lohan was Canadian.2. Oh, she's not. That's someone else.3. How long does this song go on for?4. It's amazing how much longer it feels sung in French.5. This whole thing is like a really fancy, really eleaborate

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Stephen Colbert is kind of a dink.Goddam Brits! I just saw a journalist or Radiotimesist, or whatever the hell they call themselves on tv talking about some act of buffoonery being "unCanadian".Number one, what they hell do you know about what it is to be Canadian? How typoical British, to think you know. Honestly. And number two, don't ever tell me that something dorky is unCanadian. We in

Suburbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794584139800117478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126014.post-848790333203965062010-02-26T10:41:00.000-08:002010-02-26T10:42:08.658-08:00

I love the show Hoarders. It makes me feel like such an awesome housekeeper.

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I am watching Olympic hockey right now, (I'm Canadian! We have to). It's Canada vs. Switzerland, in case you are actually reading.Canadians in the crowd, please lose the stupid "This is OUR game" signs. They are nerdy!

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Yes! The answer is yes!Take me for instance. I have difficulty operating an answering machine.I just left a message for a friend (a friend mind you, not a super cute boy when I was 14) and here's how it sounded: (with an analysis in red)Me: Oh hi. Wow, my timing sucks! Kay, first, who is this?Me: Haha! Nice laugh!Me: Where are you? Has someone invented the answering machine that answers personal

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Shout out to my peeps! Do people sign up for blogs and then never visit them again? I am guessing yes.But, if you have read ahead (or back) you'll know that I do not cotton to site meter, so I can't be a hypocrite and have it on my own site! Plus, I don't really know how to add it. But yeah! It's for my principles, word y'all.(Do people still say word?") How lame am I!?Have a good day, y'all.

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I am not on Facebook and never will be.Facebook--gah! what a perfect example of nerd's idea of what a cool name is.Arrrrrrrrrggh!

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Sometimes I fantasize about telling my mother-in-law about what her kids really think about her. How they had unhappy childhoods because of her domineering control and selfishness. How they lived in fear of her rages and how her constant disapproval made them live fearfully and still does.But I worry that would be a bummer at Easter dinner

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I have one child who I like to say does the work of three. He doesn't really, 2.5 tops. I love that kid so much; parents know there are not words to adequately express how much you love your child. The paralyzing fear you feel at the thought that something has gone wrong. It just takes your breath away.You are so happy to do without so they don't have to -- this is not martyrdom, this is natural.

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I think it's time to end the phenom of injured talk show hosts coming out to do their tv shows anyway. I'm looking at you, Ellen DeGeneres, even though I really like you.I first saw The Amazing Randi wheeled out on a gurney on some Skeptic Special -- he was all bed bound incapacitated, wearing a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV. Frankly it kinda put me off skeptics.Then, I saw Ellen do it

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Just saw a couple of minutes of Star Trek:The Undiscovered Country on tv. By the looks of what the space dudes were wearing I'd say we can look forward to a lot of chenille style robes and tunics! I am super excited! Happy New Year y'all!

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Who can I tell this to, except my Dear Diary (aka 'Blog - stupid word) and my awesome peep who is following me. High five, peep, right up top! I know this is rather down talk for this time of yera, but frankly Christmas is bumming me out. We're having the relatives over on Christmas day for dinner for the third year in a row and no matter how much effort I put in it will be wrong. I seem to

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I just finished watching the dvd version of "Julie and Julia". And I am a little sad to say that I expected to like it more than I did. I think it was because I found the Julie Powell character rather unlikeable. I didn't like her for a bunch of reasons, but here's a good example: When Julie made her "pilgrimage" to Julia's kitchen in the Smithsonian, and she pulled out the pound of butter and

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I just got a group email forward wishing me a Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Not to be a nit picker here, but I think New Year's Day has acquired enough cultural significance as a holiday that it now deserves to be capitalized, but whatever, it's Christmas!My point here is this is from a friend who was once a really close friend -- like best friend close. We've grown apart to be sure -- we

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Went to a Christmas party last night where there was "entertainment" put on by some kids. Who doesn't want to watch a bunch of kids they don't know butcher "Frosty the Snowman" in song and then proceed to act out a three act play about said snowman that they have written themselves. Written themselves! No editing! Really needed editing! Tell me who because I'd like to know where they got the

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I just found out I have a follower. I cannot tell you how awesome that is, _______ (don't want to use your name in case that's not cool, but you know who you are!). High five! Let's come up with a handshake! Shriner style!You, dear ________ have totally made my day! Thank you.But seriously, get working on the handshake.

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Well Sir, I have tried Starbucks new instant coffee. In fact, I have had it twice now, and I will say this: If you can't tell the difference between a cup of Starbucks regular brew and a cup of this Via instant coffee, you may be spending too much money on coffee.Sure it's good for instant coffee, but that bar is not very high.

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I bought a book for my husband called Don't Be That Guy: A Collection of 60 Annoying Guys We All Know and Wish We Didn't by Colin Nissan and Sean Farrell.It is honestly the funniest thing I have read in a long time.

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OMIGOD the Ladies of the View and the "Is it 'Twitter' or 'Tweet?!'". They are all exasperated and beside themselves trying to figure it out! Former school teacher Joy Behar takes the opportunity to give the ladies a grammar lesson, which seems lost on Sherri and Elizabeth. (Never try to explain anything to a Sherri with an i. They just don't get it). Funny part about that is the teacher was

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It's been over three months since I praised you for being awesome again and I still haven't heard back from you.That's going to lose you some awesome points. Natural consequences. (It's a responsible parenting thing--don't blame me. Blame those fuckers at the Lifetime Channel)

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It is just so great that the USA is awesome again.Welcome back. We missed you and your awesomeness.

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......Is there a grade higher than A+? Like maybe an A+, on merit, because you earned it, PLUS you screwed your prof.Because that's what I'd give it. A++If I were on Ebay, rating myself as a seller, I'd be all A++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++!!!!!!!!Just writing this blog is like screwing myself.

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joins the quark as further proof for the existence of God.I'll tell you why.First the quark. Remember when science taught that there was nothing smaller than the atom? Then the scientists found the quark, which was quite a bit smaller. It is like once we have something figured out, God pulls the old switcheroo and changes everything.Okay, now take EVERYTHING modern science (including the fields

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I don't really have anything to say, I just really wanted to find a way to work that title in.I feel I am so hardcore, for a Mom. Who lives in the suburbs. And buys her track suits at Costco. Then wears them to drive her son to school. And then thinks to herself "Hmm what should I do today?" The decides to rock a Costco trip. It's fucking META hardcore.That's how I roll.

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I don't really like it when I see someone has site meter because it acts a bit like a telephone answering machine. (You don't need to know why I don't like answering machines either, because this is about site meters, but let's just say, Mr. Boolean, it involves "me" and "acting super dorky" and "People who once admired me maybe losing a little respect because of the loser messages I leave

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Rosie has left The View. Thanks alot Elizabeth Hasselbeck! May your googily eyes continue to google, but somewhere else because I can't stand looking at you. If they don't replace Rosie O'Donnell with either Kathy Griffin or Roseanne Barr, then screw that goddam show and the horse it rode in on.Also in addition to making Kelly Ripa go away is there some way someone could make Sam Champion get

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I happened to catch a couple of minutes of Regis and Kelly this morning. It was one of those "phenomenal" road shows, this time from New Orleans. And Kelly was helping to build a playground for the children of New Orleans thus demonstrating her intense chutzpa and pluckiness by heaving a shovel load of bark mulch. (Have you ever felt bark mulch? It's like the world's lightest substance--it's

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A while ago I wrote something about being hyper sensitive and honestly, from the comments and emails I got, I think I hit a nerve. Well of course I did we're sensitive. I just wrote a little thing about how there's hope for hyper sensitives because things get better with age, and I realized that there are a lot of hyper sensitives, like me, who need some hope. So I am going share everything I

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How long was it? 4 hours? About 3.75 of them centring on people you have never heard of? Is that how it was? Little bit of mildly funny interspersed. The kind that produces in you one of those "oh, tee hee that's amusing" kind of laughs? Like the cute commercials do?Was Jack Nicholson there in the front row, looking all bad, because he's such a bad boy? What exactly makes Jack Nicholson so bad

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Best Picture: Don't careBest Actor: Not relevant to my lifeBest Actress: Care even less than I do about the Best Actor CategoryBest Director: Yaw, like this is the one I am suddenly caring aboutBest producer: Motherfucker, I don't even know what a producer doesBest Supporting Actor: PleaseBest Supporting Acress: ShyeahhLet's sum up--not interested in "The Oscars" ; don't give a flying fuck who

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That's over. You can't have equality in pay and work and education and domestic responsibilities and then expect to be treated unequally when it comes to spaces on a lifeboat.

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Here's me: driving along in traffic, listening to maybe one of the greatest songs ever (Do I Do by the great Stevie Wonder), but not enjoying it it as much as I could have been because Senior Stan is driving about 35 kph (umm that's like uhhh, oh it's ummm , say roughly 22 mph) in front of me.Since I am tailgating him so severly I cannot help notice his curly white haired lady friend in the

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Before I begin, I'll ask you to make sure you are seated comfortably because this match is simply going to blow your mind.This is too good to fuck around with a lot of ellipses, so let's just get right to it...I match John Mayer with Norah Jones.IS YOUR MIND BLOWN RIGHT NOW!?ARE YOU ALL, OMIGOD WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT!?*I know, it's fucking awesome.UPDATE:My Entertainment news and gossip meter

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You know, I pretty much had it all figured out. I had decided that Johnny Depp was my imaginary husband. And then didn't Matt Dillon have to show up again in my life today. Now I have had to reopen the debate, because Matt Dillon has a certain je ne sais quoi, that with Johnny Depp is not so much of a mystery since you pretty much know up front what the quoi is. Matt Dillon can look, dare I say

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that I must give up the dream of the gay son. My son likes girls; and that is just the way it is. So for me, there will be no Sunday morning phone calls inviting me to brunch and an afternoon spent antiquing. Nor will there be any helpful shopping trips, or trips to the tony beuaty salon of a friend. No, not for me. Because my son likes the ladies.But that's okay because he's my son and I love

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I side with Rosie O'. First, Rosie, whether you want to admit it or not, has done a lot to change television for the better. In her way, she has made celebrity and celebrities more human and more accessible. She's demystified something that probably never should have been mystified to begin with. And she's broken down some kind of invisible wall that existed between "stars" and their "fans".

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WOW! I'm Time's Person of the Year. WOW! I'm flabbergasted! Well, truthfully I should say I am not really all that surprised. Like it's not right outta the blue because let's face it I do do a lot. Really, when you consider all my accomplishments, who else could they pick. But still, I do want to thank some people. First and foremost I want to thank our heavenly father, God. I don't have an

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I saw your President on tv this morning and he said "nucular" about 15 times. But this morning, instead of marvelling at how far the Yale education has fallen like I usually do, this morning I thought it actually said something about the man.He has been corrected countless times in the press, even ridiculed about his mispronounciation of that word. Mocked, I'd say in some circles, not mentioning

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30 Rock, baby!Thir-tay rock. Mr. Alec Bladwin makes me weep with artistic and comedic appreciation. If you missed it, you're a fuckup! Naw, not really, but kinda.Kay, so watch it next time. It is fantastic, and trust me I have good taste. (I'm the one who suggested installing an Easy Bake oven in your computer)

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1. (I am getting tired of saying this so now I have to shout it. That's right, compunerds, your complete and total lack of progress in this area has forced me to put my finger on the caps lock button. I am not joking around.) FIND A WAY TO GET MY COMPUTER TO DISPENSE SOFT DRINKS.2. On the topic of food, please, please, please work with the people at Mattel to install some sort of Easy Bake oven

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Isn't String Theory such a tantalizing idea. Imagine the possibilities of many different dimensions existing simultaeously, with many different yous in each one.For sure in String A it turns out I did make it past the security guard at the studio where they filmed 21 Jump Street, and Johnny Depp did not in fact look super freaked out when I pulled out my 240 page Ode to his beauty (inside and out

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Well, it's down to the final two. I have to say, given the choice between Erica and the alternative, I am voting for the senior citizen lady. Erica seems like a very nice fellow, but I have always had a spot in my heart for Maude. Go Bea Arthur! Grey Panthers all the way!Of course I was sad to see Janelle go; and like all the others I spent so much time ridiculing, I, in the end, wanted to see

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My eight year old son had a single objective: to buy every gun at Disneyland. It may surprise you to know that there are a total of seven guns for sale at Disneyland, and may not surprise you to learn that having nine guns in your suitcases makes for some good times at security screening.You will encounter punk rockers at Disneyland, and, while not an expert in these matters, it does seem that

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I, too, abhor a vacuum.So, I bought a Roomba! It's a li'l robot that vacuums my carpet and sweeps my floors. And no, I do not have shares in the company, but I might get some one day.And yes, you can put that in your pipe and smoke it, hippie.

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And I mean that sarcastically.Turns out that he has even more competition to be George Bush's best friend. George Bush has pretty much said that The Prime Minister of Japan is his second best friend, what with his recording an album of his favourite Elvis songs and everything. So, now Stephen has to battle it out with Vincente Fox for third best friend, when everyone knows he was really trying

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In our twenties, my friends and I were kinda hip, and so, for some reason, presumably as some sort of by-product of Canadian hipness, we could necer use the actual name for anything and so instead, someone, usually me, (because I was one of the worst offenders) had to come up with some sort of name that was usually meant to be used in a funny way (like saying "groovy" in 1985 for example, which I

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No woman really considers it sexual harassment if she thinks the guy is hot. Best case: she finds it flattering; worst case it's a cute annoyance.Slap an extra 20 years and sixty pounds on the feller; add one comb-over and whammo, you've got yourself a lawsuit.I'm just saying.

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Remember seeing things like this, on the internet, a few years ago:I AM A WEB TV USER AND CANNOT MAKE PARAGRAPHS.Then the person would go on and on in their free form, no-paragraph prose. Apparently, there must have been criticism about Josephine Web TVUser's big ol' page of all caps text because she always felt the need to preface everything with that caveat. There she was, sitting on her

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I do not know when I am "about to rock". And, like "partying", I am not even sure I am doing it when I am doing it. If in fact I am doing it.I think there may be alcohol involved. Sure I can drink, but not like these 72 hour weekend partier boozers. That I cannot do. I don't like other people's company that much.Way, way down this list I wrote a thing about how you know when you are "kicking

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Your President is spying on your phone calls.LAME!

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I'd say it was a day that marks 10 soul crushing, hope and dream dashing, tediously boring anguish-filled years, but I worry that that might sound negative.Aww, I'm a kidder. They weren't all bad.Most isn't all!wink

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I will not be giving any more money for cancer research until they find a cure.That ought to light a fire under someone's ass.

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can you imagine the number of goofy voices that child is going to be subjected to? I bet he's doing one right now.

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A goddam fishbowl? I wish he had asked me because I could have told him my son has a fish in a bowl and he lost interest in it after about two days. Things in bowls are maybe better ideas on paper.His hands are are pruny! Who here is surprised by that? How is he going tinky? I understand he is sucking Ensure out of a balloon, which is already revolting enough, but please tell me he is not peeing

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For me, that 911 movie is too soon. I find myself sobbing at the commercials. And I am not even an American.I will say this that as much as your country pisses off my country sometimes, and it does, September 11th taught me that despite all the grumbling and complaining and the pettiness, that Canadians genuinely *love* Americans. Even if you act like jerks sometimes, which you do.We love America

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I just felt really bad for him, you know, at that summit with Mr. Hip Vincente Fox and Mr. Cool George W. And there he was, the nerdy cousin, with the inappropriate cargo vest.The film footage is sad, too, because you can see he is right in W's face the whole time. He TOTALLY wants to be best friends with him, but George is all, I am sorry brother, but I already have a best friend and his name is

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Doesn't it seem like everyone on the internet knows each other? Case in point:You read someone's Blog post, and the comments always seem so familiar. Despite the seeming familiarity and out of a desperate need to "fit in", I chime in with my "witty" comment and then hit post and read it and surrounded by everyone else's funny and appropriate comments, mine, which seemed really funny at the time I

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Please allow me to set the scene.Me, your heroine, on death's doorstep as a result of what the doctor called a "fairly nasty looking sore throat". FAIRLY nasty. The prescription I had for an antibiotic did not stop me from fulfilling my obligations as Book Club hostess. Nor did it stop me from loading my fat ass into my small SUV (4 cylinder--not a gas pig!) to drive to M&M to buy food for the

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As a Canadian you really have to keep your eye on me. I could start clubbing baby seals at any time.I hate the seal hunt, but did you see Larry King last night? I didn't. The whole topic upsets me so much. But I did flip past a couple of times, forgetting it was on, and at one point I flipped past just as Larry was asking "Why do they have to club them?" Fucked if I know!Besides the absolute

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First question you may be asking yourself is what kind of loser has Yahoo for her home page. I do! How do you do. I am not saying it's perfect though. Take today's:Item 1: There's a picture of a dog with his beagle ears kind trick photography'd up, so he looks a bit like the Flying Nun. That's good.Item 2: A Clickable link to something about killer abs. When will this expression go away?Item 3:De

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If I were a pee-my-pants/roll around in my own vomit barfing up chunks of my own stomach/street fighter like James Frey is, I'd get a cooler shirt to wear on Larry King. Plus don't know if I'd bring my mom along. Kinda cuts into the street cred. "Yu-huh I am a bad ass...just ask my mom!"

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I have a fairly rare blood type -- O negative. We are the universal donors--we can give blood to anyone. But, we can only take our own. (Unlike the other rare blood type, AB, who can't give to anyone else but their own selfish, selfish kind, but who can take anyone's blood I might add, and I am sure do, at every opportunity. The takers!)When I used to watch ER, I would always feel a small surge

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Well Sir, here's how it went...We reviewed The Life of Pi, a book I was absolutely enchanted by. Here were some of the comments from other club members, which ties in nicely to my "Why do I join book clubs!?" theme.Of course I gave my opinion and then nodded politely while everyone else gave their totally wrong opinions on the book. But here's what I was thinking...1. "I hated it -- it was too

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Who else is sick of the goddammed internet? I am so tired of reading crap like this " "Martha Stewart, ex-con and domestic diva..."Is there a more hackneyed expression nowadays than "domestic diva"? Does every journalist have to write in that wretched combo style of half cutsey/half sarcastic? And why do things have to be done to death, and then pursued into the depths of hell?Who else is sick

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I have joined yet another book club. I belonged to one a while ago and quit, for some very good reason that I forgot and now suddenly someone asks me to join one and I am all "Oh book club! Great idea! Yes! I am in!" like a dork.The book choices are lame (like Danielle Steele novel-lame) unless they are my books which I know are not lame because I have already read them. So the only non-lame

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