For some reason when I watched the following video I started uncontrollably laughing (the muahaha kind). I was just imagining the ways in which this is terrible idea.
First off, WHO brings their freakin’ iPhone to an underwater club? Second, the Dart Gun (that really seems like a spear fishing gun) seems a tad dangerous to give to drunk people in futuristic scuba suits. THIRD, there’s a button just to release bubbles.
FOURTH, FIFTH AND SIXTH: Vomit, Urine and Farts (oooooh maybe that’s what the bubble button is for – hiding flatulence).
Seventh – it just seems altogether awkward…
ANYWAY, I clap my hands to you TechnoMarine (a watch company) – genius advertisement. Even though my brain automatically thought about all the ways in which an underwater nightclub would be terrible, I still want to go there…
I’ve discussed my Scrabble addiction before, but I’ll say it again… I believe that scrabble is the most perfect game ever created. In fact, the creator of Scrabble, Alfred Mosher Butts, studied the front page of The New York Times for an entire year to calculate how frequently each letter of the alphabet was used. Words with Friends cannot even compare…
So, today when I went to play my daily game of Scrabble through the facebook application, I was surprised to find this:
I’m just gonna let this story speak for itself… -HAHA
Police in Ankeny, just outside Des Moines, received a call from a confused and concerned citizen that they had spotted a zebra and a macaw in a parked car outside of a bar. When the officers arrived on the scene, the car was being driven away by its owner, 55-year-old Jerald Reiter.
A Zebra and Macaw walk into a bar
When pulled over, Reiter described that the zebra and macaw were his pets, and that they frequently enjoyed outings. Reiter didn’t plan on leaving his pets inside the truck, but that previously, the owners allowed him to bring the zebra and the bird into the bar. Plans changed, however when the owner would not let the animals in because they were serving food that evening.
He was arrested for drunk driving with a blood alcohol level of 0.148, almost twice the legal limit.
Ever been to a bar and you’re pretty sure that your only chance at a free drink is that overweight guy with the cold sore and that weird hairy mole, and you realize that you’d rather shell out the cash for a peaceful night than risk him tell that story bout his hernias four times in a row as he spits cold sore drool on your face?
Sorry… got carried away. ANYWAY.. If you’ve ever wished for your friends to be able to share an experience of food and drinks with you even when they are halfway across the world, if you’ve ever wanted to send a special shot to a friend celebrating a birthday while you are stuck inside with the flu, if you’ve ever wanted to cash in all those internet stalkers you’ve been hoarding, well then… I’ve got an app for you… SLINGR.
Slingr – The self proclaimed social networking tool for drinkers, allows your facebook and twitter friends to remotely send you drinks when you are at bars and clubs hooked up with the service.
According to the service:
When you check in to a Slingr spot, a link is shared to your social feed (e.g. Facebook wall) which takes your friends to a menu system tied directly to your table. From there they can send you drinks, food, and other stuff which is delivered to you by the serving staff.
Would you guys buy me drinks??? I need to have this blog profit me in some way…. JUST KIDDING. I love you all, even if you don’t buy me drinks. But, I’ll try it out, see if actually works and report back soon.
Here’s the Facebook page and Website for those of you who would like to look into it more as it grows in popularity.
Predicted as one of the biggest traffic nightmares that Americans ever had to face, Carmageddon was the shutting down of the 405 freeway in a key area of Los Angeles, between the Valley and the West Side. It was suppose to cause ten hour commutes, insane amounts of road rage and, of course, anarchy.
WELL, I SURVIVED IT… and to be honest it was a little bit anti-climatic. Most people chose not to travel that day and to instead just stay home. I used my “off-time” to watch an entire season of Breaking Bad. It was glorious.
Well, two of my favorite news sources, the local news and The Daily Mail, are now reporting that Carmageddon had some unintended consequences… More Babies! 9 months later there has been a mini-baby boom in Los Angeles. This has been reported solely through anecdotal evidence.
A couple, Natasha and Brian Mills have even come forward saying that there baby was conceived during this time. Brian Mills said: ‘We just holed up in the house, kind of sat by the fire and hung out with each other. ‘Natasha Mills added: ‘And the rest, I don’t have to say.’
Whether true or not, there’s nothing more romantic than conceiving your baby during a state of extreme traffic backup where one becomes so frustrated they feel the world is collapsing around them.
My favorite Easter memory: When I was much younger, my family dabbled in a Unitarian Universalist Church. I had a lot of fun there, but was completely unaware of the politicking that was going on with the older people (side note: I swear I once saw a ghost there that looked like a Confederate Soldier on a horse).
ANYWAY, some grown-ups didn’t want to celebrate Easter and didn’t want an Easter egg hunt/Easter bunny because of the Christian roots. My dad called BULL SHIT – “kids deserve an Easter Bunny, they deserve an Egg Hunt… It’s frickin’ America, we’ve got rights” (side note: that may or may not be a quote from my father).
So during the sermon, my dad wore an Easter Bunny suit and pranced behind the Minister outside and was seen by the ENTIRE CONGREGATION through the large windows. Later, we had an Easter egg hunt and no one could stop it. My DAD saved Easter. The American Way.
As an ode to children and easter and bunny suits and my dad, here are images of children frightened by the Easter Bunny (also, when did it become a tradition to pose on the Easter Bunny like he’s Santa):
Sometimes I don’t post things because I think EVERYONE knows about it, so I share my links with a select few who I know haven’t seen it. WEEKS LATER, my mom/friend/grocery store clerk will come up to me and say… “I saw that video of that cat/drunk person/fat child you showed me, it was on the local news/huffington post/the internet.” Then I realize I missed a cultural opportunity to share it with my readers who may have have been very well in the dark.
So today, I share something that was shared to me on facebook. Texts from Hilary… Clinton that is. It’s basically Mrs. Secretary of State being a pimp badass. Can someone also make of meme of me being awesome? Because that’s basically my life goal.