First there was the stripper pole workout craze, now there's the Shake Weight. Sometimes you come across something so completely bizarre that you have to stop what you're doing and tell someone about it. This is one of those moments.
I've been too busy to watch Ellen for a while now, but it looks like I'm missing out on some good entertainment, and GREAT blog material. If you haven't heard of the Shake Weight, you have to watch the clip below and see where your mind goes. Seriously could anyone over the age of 12 watch this and not think there's something... um, hilarious... about it?
The Shake Weight - Get the Arms of a Porn Star
DWTS - Yes, It is a Popularity Contest
Yes, DWTS fans, Joanna and Derek did go home last night. And yes, it was because of their lack of popularity among voting viewers. But that doesn't mean the show is rigged or that Americans are stupid. (Not saying Americans aren't stupid, just that there are better examples of said stupidity than DWTS voting patterns.)
As on every DWTS in-season Wednesday, the infowebs are abuzz with contradictory shouts of glee and foul play. The familiar cries of past seasons repeat ad nauseam, "_____ has too much dancing experience to be on DWTS" and "This proves DWTS is a popularity contest, not a dancing contest!" Of course, nearly every complaint is followed by some form of, "I will never watch DWTS again!" (Funny how that refrain is heard year after year, yet the ratings don't quite reflect those threats.)
Crock Pot Convert

TiVo may still be my favorite non-human boyfriend, but I'm in love with a new appliance. (And it doesn't take batteries so get your minds out of the gutter!) My new-found love is my Crock Pot. Or actually my Crock Pots. (so much for cookware monogamy!)
I have a nice big, programmable Crock Pot that I got as a wedding gift years and years ago. (Doesn't everyone get a Crock Pot at their wedding whether they register for one or not?) The family who gave it to us raved about it, but I never really gave it a fair shake.
Sure, I trotted it out once or twice at parties and the dishes it made went over well. But somehow the Crock Pot never made it into my regular routine. Until this week.
People I Could Happily Live Without
Let's face it, Sartre was on to something when he wrote No Exit and showed us that Hell is other people. Now, that's not to say that humans aren't social people or that we would be better off living as hermits who only venture from our little worlds to mate and reproduce. (Though the Internet may arguably be pushing us in that direction.)
People are social creatures and do like to clan up, so to speak, but spend any time listening to other people and they'll eventually spout plenty of complaints about their fellow humans. Particularly if you talk to them after driving home in rush hour traffic or pulling a double shift.
What's funny is that different things set off different people. I might listen to a guy spouting out ideas at a local bar and think he's a pompous ass, while someone else might think he's a visionary who's unafraid to tell it like it is.




