Tuesday, September 21, 2010

More Yahoo Silliness

I saw a title on Yahoo that I was pretty sure had a typo. Sure enough it was; I only had to read the article to realize at least one spelling was wrong. Yakuza is the name of the Japanese mafia. Here was Yahoo's article title, "Christopher Kane: From British Royalty to Yukuza Ganster, a Masterful Mix". Yakuza is the correct spelling, which was used in the body of the article.

I think my eyes are drawn to Yahoo typos; I'm better at picking out theirs than my own anyway.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

I didn't know Adam Lambert was a Young Black Woman...

Here's an article I copied from Yahoo earlier today, because I figured it would get fixed pretty quickly:

MIAMI BEACH, Fla. - Former American Idol contestant Adam Lambert is accused of simple battery on a photographer on Miami Beach.

A police report says 38-year-old Victor Eras was taking pictures of the singer Thursday when Lambert started running toward him "in an aggressive manner."

Eras claims Lambert grabbed his back pack and wrestled him to the ground. The photographer did not suffer any injuries. He declined to comment to The Associated Press on Friday.

No arrests were made. A police spokesman says there will not be an investigation. The state attorney's office will review the report and decide if any charges will be filed. TMZ first reported the alleged attack.

Lambert's publicist did not immediately return a call seeking comment.
Like me, you may have noticed that somehow a photo of Fantasia Barrino was substituted for Adam Lambert. Never mind that they are different genders, races, and from different seasons of American Idol. I guess one former contestant is as good as another. : )
Here is a pic of the incident the article is about:

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Flo, Revisited

I was looking at my stats and I found out that my post on Flo and the bump-it is by far the most popular post. I started looking for a definitive answer to the question of whether or not she uses one, and I couldn't seem to find it. She certainly does something to get that height. Maybe not a bump-it brand but something similar?

I think Flo is cute. : ) While looking for info on her hair I found that she is a devisive character; people seem to love her or hate her. One guy wants to kill her and dump her body somewhere remote. Hmm, not sure that she's that annoying yet.

There is a bump-it sightings website with a couple of good pics of Flo that really highlight the abnormal height of her hair. Either there's some sort of bump-it like product, or she's a human-pterodactyl hybrid.

Pic from BumpitSightings.com
Pic from http://news.utternewsense.com/

Monday, September 6, 2010

Formative Childhood Experiences

I think that people are formed by both their genetics and environment, but I also think that experiences we have as children might have a bigger influence than those later in life. As children, we have less knowledge of life to draw on when we evaluate events. Maybe I'm wrong, but it just seems that way to me.

I don't, however, really have any clue as to how all of these events ultimately affect and form us. There is one memory from my childhood that really sticks out in my mind. I don't know how it affected me in the long run, but I do know that it provided me with a stark realization that some people can be heartless and cruel. Especially when they do things to spite other people.

My sister and I lured every stray cat and dog that passed by to make our house their home. We would sneak and feed them lunch meat and other snacks, so getting them to stay was never really a problem.

Anyway, there was a kitten, whose name I can't remember, on the other side of the road from our house. I believe it belonged to one of the strays we had at the time. I was in our front yard when I saw a car stop in the road, a few feet from where the kitten was. The kitten was still on the grassy bank of the creek, next to the road.

I was afraid the car would hit the cat, but since the car had stopped I thought they were waiting for the kitten to cross. I started calling, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" The kitten didn't budge. I ran to the house and told my mom, who was sitting in the living room, that the cat wouldn't come and that there was a car in the road. She told me to call it by its name.

So I ran back to the yard and called the kitten's name. Immediately, the little kitty got up and started to cross the street. At this point the driver of the car revved his engine, did a small burnout, and then plowed right over my kitten.

I began sobbing frantically, just standing dumbstruck where I was. The kitten was now just a splattered mess on the road.

I don't remember if I went in the house or if my mom came out when she heard the car rev or me sobbing. I just remember feeling crushed and confused.

It turns out that the driver of the car was a relative (a cousin of mine, I believe) who was mad at my dad. So to "show" my dad, he decided to kill a kitten in front of his youngest child. That ought to learn 'im!

As an adult, I try to picture what sort of person would see a young girl, maybe six or seven years old, standing in her yard calling for her kitten, then think something like, "I'm going to run over that kitten while the little girl watches. That'll show her f**king dad to make me mad!"

And what sort of person could actually carry through with such an act? I wonder if he would have ran over me if I had crossed the street to get the kitten. He may have been on drugs, so I honestly wouldn't put it past him.

Looking back, I really feel sorry for the little girl and the kitten. I don't think of her as me. I see her as someone else's little girl. Maybe my little girl. Then I am filled with fury at the spiteful, callous, selfishness of the asshole that ran over the kitten. If he weren't a thoughtless coward he could've just had a conversation with my dad. Or simply resolve to get over whatever problem there was.

Instead he chose to hurt two innocent creatures to get at the person he was actually upset with. That speaks volumes about the person he is. I don't know what childhood experiences taught him that sort of behavior was okay, but somewhere along the line we have to be held accountable for our actions. No matter what bad things happened to form the person he became, he chose to perform that disgusting act.

Incidentally, a few of my other prominent childhood memories involve cats and unfortunate events. But for today, I think I've shared enough sad cat stories.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Freddie Mercury's 64th Birthday

Today would've been Freddie Mercury's 64th birthday. I wonder what sort of awesome songs he would've written given more time. I wish HIV drugs would've been more advanced when he was sick. I can only imagine what suffering through HIV and AIDS would be like. Somehow he kept making music and videos almost until he died despite how ill he was.

I remember I was super obsessed with Freddie Mercury from the time I was 12 until around the time I was 18. My obsession had to be put on a back burner when I had my daughters, but it was always lurking in my mind.

I had an AIDS awareness ribbon and the name Freddie put on my high school class ring. Unfortunately I don't know where that ring is now, since Celest sneaked into my closet, took my ring (among other things), and lost it.

One particular memory about my ring still sticks out in my mind. A girl from my grade in high school (that I'd known since first grade) decided to go around telling people that I shoved my ring in her face, showing it off I suppose. She went on to say something like, "Why would someone want a dead fag's name on their class ring?"

For starters, I'm not really one to brag about belongings. And I don't shove things in people's faces. As I recall she asked to see the ring and I showed it to her. Whatever comment she made at that time wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but I'm certain she didn't say anything to my face about fags.

It really pissed me off for several reasons. First, she lied about how she saw my ring and the fact that I was "shoving" it in people's faces. Second, that she called Freddie Mercury was a "dead fag". Third, that she later acted like she didn't say or do anything to me that would call for me being upset with her.

I know I grew up in a pretty close-minded and bigoted area, but thinking back on all of the stupid crap people did and said makes me both sad and sick. I'm not trying to pretend that I didn't say and do my fair share of ignorant, bigoted things. I did. But I've since changed, and I try to be a decent, open-minded person. I see that many people I went to school with haven't changed that much, by the stupid comments they've made and ignorant conversations I've had with them.

Anyway, back to Freddie Mercury. He was an awesome singer and human being. Happy birthday to him, wherever he is.