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I'm a man. I'm a product of the 70s and I love what most men in this great country love; red meat, fast cars, action film and women.... not necessarily in that order of course.

This bring me to my point. Don't burn my steak, KIA's are not real cars, Rocky should have stopped while he was ahead and for the love of all that is holy, don't dress my booth babes... er uh... Booth Professionals, like Thing 1 and Thing 2.  Source Jalopnik

Flippy

Once upon a time there was an old man. He lived a long and fulfilling life, twenty years ago he settled down in a modest little apartment in the city where he went about his daily activities of crossword puzzles in the morning, chess in the afternoon, a game of backgammon over dinner and bingo every tuesday and thursday nights. One spring afternoon, the local news team was scouring the area for a new story when the network weatherman noticed this particular old man at the park's picnic table , minding his old business. The weatherman felt that he had to be old -- he happened to looking for real old people to feature on his weather forecast like every weatherman does in this country now -- so he asked a passerby if he knew the old man. The passerby actually did know him, played chess with him sometimes, and said, "Yeah, that's Flippy, Flippy gots to be close to hundred I'd say, yess, I'd say." The weatherman said a quick "thanks" but was already booking it toward the table to approach him. When he got there, the weatherman acted like he was a cop and asked to see his driver's license. Flippy said he never drove a car in his life, which was the truth. The weatherman said, well any I.D. would do. So he gave him his VFW card, which did have his date of birth on it, actually.

Flippy Continued...

Youth Athletics. Is it really for the kids?

You know you are living your life through your kids if…  Yea, I know that line already has made it’s rounds in a string of redneck jokes, but my guess is every adult who attends a youth sporting event or volunteers for a youth sports organization can finish that line with a million punch lines.  The parent who insists that their child who has already played T-ball as a 4 year old and is so accomplished that they should probably skip 2 age divisions and play with 8 year olds.  The parent who sits in the stands and constantly yells instructions at the top of their lungs, and it is clear that they really don’t know what they are talking about.  And who are they doing this for, their kids – really?  My guess is ask the 4 year old if he would like to play with his friends or a bunch of 3^rd graders and my guess is they would have more fun with their friends.  By the way if there are any talent evaluators out there who can tell if a 4 year old kid is going to make the majors or not, I know of a few families who would love to pay you a bunch of money for your services.

Young Athletics Continued...

Best Blow-Up Mattress I Ever Bought...

Life brings such great things. It's funny to totally expose yourself and get your hands dirty on everything and anything. People, books, music, old movies, new movies, politics. Its such a cliche, ya know, to say that life is so flavorful, but it really is. Sometimes I wish that I could trade in those 8 hour work days and just educate myself on anything and everything the world has to offer. If I was to come across a great fortune that's what I would do. I would focus every minute, every second on new things, new experiences. I get so frustrated sometimes thinking about the wasted energy I use in order to fulfill those empty necessities in life.

A friend and I lived in Manhattan for a year. It was one of those classic NY experiences. We sold our cars, packed our 2 suitcases of clothes, pics and thank god our blow-up mattresses'. These 2 $20 plastic pieces of goodness saved our backs from serious detriment in our old age...they were our haven for almost 3 months. Yikes! Shocking to think about now.

But anyways, my point is not the state of our backs....but what I discovered during this time. For quite a while we had no steady job, no money, no television, no furniture....and to be honest I wouldn't change this time or lifestyle for anything. Living in the most vast and exciting city in the world and being in a state of such minimalist mentality expanded my mind to the most unfamiliar territory. Being totally co-dependent on the city, the people and such rich experiences in general totally opened up my mind. No barren television, no bullshit busy work at a 9 to 5 job...it was up to us to keep our minds stimulated from sunrise to sunset.

There are some people in my life I just want to shake and say, "look what you're missing"! Living through the confines of their inner...I don't know...fears, laziness, lack of interest? I don't know what it is but I honestly sometimes want to throw them in a mud puddle and yell at them to get dirty. Speak your mind, your opinions...ask those stupid questions...talk to a stranger (with caution of course)...pick up a book. Do what you can to expand your mind....its what its there for right?

My Inner Child is Dieing.

First things first, I’m a nerd. I’m well aware of it. I revel in it. I’m content with it. That being said, I don’t like Star Trek and Magic the Gathering freaks me out. However, I have been known to read my share of Manga and to my wife’s dismay, I’ve even replied to emails in a Yoda-esque manner. This brings me to my point.

Please stop rewriting my childhood memories. I love the fact that I know WAY too much about M.A.S.K., Officer Poncherello, Airwolf and Thundercats.

It was bad enough when you remade Gone in 60 Seconds, but to continue with Transformers and now Knight Rider is truly heartless. Growing up loving all things with engines the original Gone in 60 Seconds was a cinematic adventure in every scene. To this day how that movie was ever finished is amazing to me. It didn’t have the million-dollar budget to back it up but it did have a determined director that would stop at nothing to see his project finished.

My Inner Child Continued...

Should Be Called Troop Polyester

Cashmere Mafia premiered on ABC last Sunday, January 6^th.

Intrigued, but not ready to commit, I tivoed the episode instead and watched it last night. While there were a few funny innuendos, overall, the show lacks depth and chemistry. Admittedly, I am a HUGE Sex & the City fan. When the show was airing, I often told people, “I’m a Carrie” and may have squealed or exclaimed I “love, love, LOVE” something. With that being said, I couldn’t help but compare this watered-down version to the hit HBO show.

PROBLEM NUMERO UNO: In one hour (technically 48 minutes without commercials), Lucy Lui was proposed to and dumped, the blonde girl turned into a lesbian, Miranda-look-a-like found out her husband was cheating with an acquaintance, and the brunette lost a nanny, hired and lost another nanny. Before the characters were fully developed, the pilot diluted 2 full seasons of Sex and the City.   

PROBLEM NUMERO DOS: Despite the show titled, Cashmere Mafia, I didn’t see one article of clothing remotely resembling cashmere. Boo ABC. Boo.

PROBLEM NUMERO TRES: The characters in Cashmere Mafia didn’t illustrate genuine friendship. During the final moments of the pilot, Lucy Lui tells the 3 other girls at the table (yes, they are constantly in a restaurant like SATC) that she doesn’t know what she would do without them. Instead of creating a heartfelt moment, Lucy Lui delivers the line forceful and without a twinkle in her eyes. After the show ended, I felt as empty as the acting. 

In February another “girls in the city” show will premiere based on Candace Bushnell’s (author of Sex and the City) newest book, Lipstick Jungle. Hopefully this show will begin with a taste of genuine friendship and character foundation. I plan on tivoing this as well and will report back in a month.

XOXO, Neurotic Nancy

Oprah and Obama

Barack Obama is the first candidate Oprah Winfrey has endorsed since being on-air 21 years ago. Maybe it is all about the “O” as Overstock claims. Or maybe Oprah is curious about the scope of her influence on the public. But can her endorsement elect someone into presidency?

Oprah is one of the most-powerful women, if not person, in the entire world. Any merchant, vendor, author, or entrepreneur can tell you their product sales skyrocketed after appearing on the show. But Oprah has made some mistakes. Remember “A Million Little Pieces”? Oprah supported the author’s self-proclaimed autobiographical novel and the book sales escalated to Best Seller’s lists across the country. After the public learned the novel was fiction, Oprah was criticized immensely. Still there is no question about Oprah’s clout and effect she has on the masses, especially women.

Many women love and trust her voice. Oprah’s book club alone has millions of readers who religiously buy and read every book she introduces. Oprah’s charity, Angels Network, has raised more than 50 million since established in 1997. Oprah’s national magazine “O” started in 2000 with 500,000 copies. Currently, there are now over 2.6 million subscribers. Nevertheless, Oprah does not have the same power on men. Several men have come out and said unkind words about the media mogul. Most have a problem with her tact as being brainwashing and “cult-like”.

Fan or not, one has to believe Oprah’s endorsement of Obama will have an impact on voters. Time will tell if Oprah’s endorsement will help Obama get elected into the White House.

-By   NeuroticNancy

Oh, The Places You'll Go!

As I begin to hit my stride into my mid-twenties (I almost deleted that because I don’t like the way “mid-twenties” looks while referencing myself, GROSS!) I am recognizing that I am getting progressively wiser about certain things in my life. Some things are trial and error and some things, I suppose, just become more refined with age.  For example, I now know not to use Dawn in the dishwasher, that taking an ungodly amount of shots of low grade vodka (Monarch, 3 Star, Idaho Silver Brand…. take your pick – I sure did) is probably not a good idea, and that eggs will ALWAYS burn to the bottom of the pan if your method of cooking them is on the highest temp possible for about 42 seconds. Other things, however, will probably take years, decades even, to develop into “proper” adulthood skills, and I can’t wait! The first thing that comes to mind is MOVING! Moving is terrible, awful, no good, very bad and I am confident that this is universally acknowledged.