How to Spend Your Lottery Winnings
I bet this will be on Sarcasmo's Wish List this Christmas. And check out the carats on these spuds!
This past Monday at an area High School, a food fight escalated into an all-out melee, spilling from the cafeteria into the street. Police were called , tear gas was used and the media was in attendance. As you can imagine, reaction was swift and full of blame. Parents of the student decried overcrowded conditions at the school. School officials countered that the entire incident was provoked by area gang rivalries. Apparently, no one is accountable.
Definitely not the parents. It's not their fault that their high school aged children don't know what is and what is not appropriate social behavior. How can we possibly consider them at all responsible for the fact that their children have no respect for themselves, their peers, their school, their teachers, or public property?
Definitely not the school. After all, who could predict that a couple hundred kids, left unsupervised in an area beset by gang related issues would become disorderly?
All is not lost here however. There is a lesson to be learned here, and these young people, sharp as they are have probably been paying close attention. Here it is in a nutshell.
It's Not MY Fault.
Whatever it is, the other guy is clearly responsible . I need not accept any consequences for my actions as long as I have a finger to point at someone else.
I am watching Oprah and I am shocked at the people who are admitting to never having voted. I am not surprised by the young people. Disappointed but not surprised. However, there are women my age and older who look to be pretty together people, who have never even registered to vote! Never! There was a woman with her 28 year old daughter and neither of them had ever voted! I know they watch television- they were on Oprah. I am assuming they can read. They appeared to be two women capable of leading productive lives. But they don't vote. They didn't say if it was a conscious choice or if they were just too lazy
But there's no Amorosso roll
If you know the name Stephen Starr than you know then you will not be surprised to learn that restaurant # 13 is all set to open. On the menu, a $100 cheesesteak.
Note to self
Referring to a white-haired old woman , in a car bigger than a boat, wearing those black wrap around sunglasses, going less than 2 miles an hour in a parking lot, taking up all the lanes a the same time with a left hand turn signal blinking while she will only be able to turn right as GRANDMA --- is no longer an option for me.
I hope you carbphobic people are happy
The maker of Twinkies has filed for bankruptcy. Pretty soon we will only have the memories.
This morning I heard an interview with Dean Hamer, author of the book "The God Gene". It is Mr. Hamer's theory that you are either hardwired to be spiritual, or you are not. He makes a clear distinction between religion and spirituality. Spirituality is a state of being, and religion is a set of rules you follow. Made sense to me, so when he offered 4 simple questions to determine if you are a spiritual person, I decided to play along. It was sort of like a Cosmo quiz.
the first question was "Do you feel connected to the world around you?" Well. yeah. One for spirituality. I can't remember the second question. But it was a lot like the first and I was 2 for 2. The third question was a bit dicier. "Would you give your life if it meant making the world a better place?" I thought this was lacking a few details. Would the world be better BECAUSE I was leaving it? How much better, and for how long, and for who? And was I the only one sacrificing? Anyway, as I was trying to work this one out, along came the deal breaker."Do you feel that things can happen for which there is no explanation?" What? Of course not. There is always a reason. I may not know what it is but there would have to be one. Cause and effect. Action and reaction. How can anything happen for no reason?
Apparently my wiring has not predisposed me to spirituality.
Today is the day
As so well stated by Sarcasmo in her Monday Morning post--
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARCAS-DAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!
And on a personal note to the birthday boy--It is me !
The real reality of life
Two teenagers were arrested in Northeast Philadelphia yesterday for throwing fruit from an I-95 overpass into traffic below. They were taping themselves in the act , hoping to get on the MTV show Jackass. They must be die-hard fans of the show, not to know that it's no longer on the air. Maybe they could star in Dumb & Dumber III.
Look for the Union Label on the Hockey Jersey
Somewhere in the peripheral of my life I have heard that the Hockey players may be locked out because the players' union and the owners don't agree about money. I don't care if they play or not. But what mystifies me is the concept of being part of a union and being represented by an agent who negotiates your best deal with any organization. I'm a Union Member, because it is required where I work. I am not a big proponent of Unions but I admit that they are an unfortunate necessity for wage earners. Wonder if getting an agent would work for me.
I can understand their frustration though. Working part of the year for impressive salaries that you supplement in the off season with public relations work. No wonder they need a union. Oppressed as they are .
The saga continues....
Here he is, the new James Bond. It's a good excuse to re-watch "Ever After"
Defenders of the Universe
So by now you have seen the story of the Brit who dressed up in a Batman costume and stormed Buckingham palace, single handedly embarrassing the British Police Force. Actually he had help. A few well placed protesters for a diversion and his faithful but not as nimble side -kick Robin. Or, as this is Britain is it Batman and Robyn?
I don't know about you but my first thought was "hello!" "Gotham is New York, not London" Or so I have always assumed. It made me think about our Super Heroes. How do they play in foreign press? Does Batman drive the batcar on the left side of the road. Does The Boy Wonder say "Blimey Beefburgers" instead of "Holy Hamburgers Batman"?
Don't they have their own Super Heroes. Turns out they do, but apparently the Captain Britain ( how original) costumes were all rented that day.
I did come across this awesome bunch of caped crusaders.
Move over Powder Puff girls
and make way for the Superbunnies. I guess Stan Lee has had enough of those Super Heroes who love only from afar.
Out with the Old
Sarcas-dad and I had the pleasure of dining with Uncle Captain Kirk. Yep, that's right -Captain!. He got his Eagles last Friday. Tomorrow he leaves for his new assignment in Italy. At dinner we got to talking about spending the holidays in Italy. Kirk, who had spent some time in that country before said that Christmas there is lovely, but what you really want to see is New Years Eve in Italy. It is a custom he said for the Italians to throw old dishes and furniture out of the window into the street. Sort of out with the old. I looked it up on the internet, just to be sure it wasn't the Chianti talking. Sure enough, it is part of the celebration. Apparently not one encouraged by the government due to the possibility of injuries to unfortunate pedestrians. It started us wondering what else could go out the window at the end of the year. What would you toss from your old life to make room in your new one?