Thursday, January 29, 2009

Junk in the Tunk: Splenda with Fiber

We are a nation of people who can't poop. How do I know this? Because I'm inundated with commercials for things like Benefiber and yogurt commercials staring Jamie Lee Curtis proclaiming the benefits of active cultures for your colon. I'm also pretty sure that at least 25% of the people I know complain about one of the following symptoms of IBS: cramping, not pooping for days, etc. Ew.

Now, I was okay when the LiveActive Danon yogurts came out, because that shit was naturally occuring. They weren't necessarily pumping the bacterial cultures in there. However, I did start to scratch my head whenever they came out with FiberOne Yogurt, which claimed to have 5 grams of fiber per serving. Call me a purist, but cows milk doesn't have fucking fiber in it! It's not naturally occuring. Do Americans have such a shitty diet that they have to start pumping extra fiber into stuff that it doesn't even occur in??

Other stuff was soon to follow. Bread with extra added fiber. Whatever. Special K water with both protein and fiber. Crystal Ligh even jumped on the LiveActive bandwagon. Holy crap! No pun intended.

Now the latest in a laundry list of shit mixed with other shit - behold, Splenda with Fiber!!!



First of all, splenda (or sucralose) isn’t even a naturally occurring substance. It’s synthetic. Now, the geniuses over in Splendaland decided that it wasn’t artificial enough, so they pumped fiber into it. There is no way in hell that fiber naturally occurs in Splenda. Oh well. Hopefully splenda with fiber in your morning coffee (a laxative) will finally get things moving along. Good morning America!!!

Now go eat a vegetable or a piece of fruit for crying out loud!

Road Ragin': A List

I’ve lived in 5 different states and god knows how many cities, and I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing the cluster-fuck that is driving in each one of these places. Everywhere that I have lived and driven, I’ve sworn up and down to anyone who would listen that the drivers commuting to work/the gym/the mall/the NASCAR track were the worst drivers I had ever encountered.

Having recently moved to Fort Worth, I’ve gotten to encounter a whole to new breed of driver. As I was complaining to my mom about the incompetent inbred hicks infesting Hwy 121, she happened to mention that I had said the exact same thing about the drivers when I lived in Charlotte. She also mentioned that if I continued to get angry about every little thing I was going to stroke out by the time I was 35. I digress. While she has a good point about my wee-little anger problem, she had an even better point about drivers. And then I had a revelation -- bad drivers are everywhere!!! There are different types, almost like breeds, that populate certain areas of the country. Some areas may have more of one breed than another, but there are approximately 7 that I have encountered since taking the wheel (and my life) into my hands at the tender age of 16:

1. The Tailgater. For this individual, no matter how fast you are going, you are going to slow for them. And they let you know it by riding your ass. I’ve been on back country roads, in the pouring rain, doing 60 mph in a 35, and still these people are in a hurry. Where in god’s name are these people going? I’ve had most of my encounters with these wonderful gems in the NASCAR states, most recently Charlotte, NC.

2. The Slow Mo-Fo. These are the people who drive at least 5 miles below the speed limit at all times. Now, admittedly, I am usually one to drive 5-10 miles over the speed limit, and I hate to have to slow down (I am NOT a tailgater, however). But, I can’t get frustrated if the person is at least driving the speed limit. They are obeying the rules of the road. However, WTF is up with the people who drive below the speed limit??? You see me in your rearview mirror! Have you not checked your speedometer? I think these drivers are even worse than tailgaters. You find these drivers everywhere, but most notably in southern states.

3. The Left Hand Lane Squatter. I fucking hate these drivers, and they are the most passive aggressive of the lot. I can’t even write about it without getting a little hot in the collar. These drivers like to camp out in the left had (i.e. PASSING) lane. They refuse to get over. Oh, they see you, coming up behind them, going at least 5 miles faster than they are. But they won’t move. I’ve actually seen them look in their rearview and not get over. It’s like they get some sort of sick pleasure from not budging. But, when you finally give up all hope of them ever getting over, and you get in the right hand lane to pass them, they SPEED UP! Ugh.

4. The “My Turn Signal Was a Luxury Purchase.” I love these guys, because apparently they couldn’t afford a turn signal when they bought their car. That’s why they never use it when merging/turning, etc. These guys thinks it’s okay to just cut you off without ever indicating what the hell they are going to do. You know, I’d have gladly let you into my lane, if you had just given me a little bit of a sign. Just 5 seconds worth.

5. The “I Go Everywhere at Mach Speed” Driver. These guys are usually teenage guys with some sort of supped up douche mobile (i.e., Honda Civic, Eclipse, etc). Music blasting, bass all the way up, two little douche friends as their wing men, and a hat strategically cocked to the side. If they pass you, they have to floor it. When they pull into/out of a parking space, they floor it. Coming up to a stop sign/red light—they floor it. Driving through the grocery store parking lot, practically killing a mother and her two kids—you guessed it—they’re flooring it, son! What do they have to worry about? Mom and dad will pay for the damages and the insurance.

6. The Stop-and-Go Merger. Ugh, just merge already!!! These drivers can’t decide when they are going to get onto the highway. Their indecision is compounded by the fact that they don’t follow the cardinal rule of getting onto the highway—accelerate!! So, it’s pretty much an infuriating series of stop and go, stop and go.

7. The Anti-Handwaver. Probably the worst of the lot. These drivers don’t believe in driving karma. They refuse to acknowledge any courteous driving with a hand wave. We all know the hand wave. The little pageantry wave made famous by Miss America contestants. We all know it’s half-assed, but it must be done. Just give me a little flick of the wrist, some sign that you know I just did you a favor.

I know there’s got to be more types of drivers than this, but it’s all I could come up with and I have got to pee. It’s ruining my concentration. If you have any other suggestions, please leave them in the comment section. For those of you who can't take it anymore, click here. Whoop!

P.S. It should be interesting to note the road rage is not an accepted mental disorder in the DSM IV. Humanity has jumped the shark.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Reason No. 1,875 to Not Get Off the Couch

Get your DVRs ready bitches.



Drug sniffing dogs! High speed chases on horseback! Handle-bar mustaches! High fives!!!!

You can stop wetting your pants with excitement now.

Oh Sweet God No

So, I'm watching the rerun of last week's CSI when I happen to see one of the most horrifying images this series has ever produced. Let me set the scene.Gil Grissom has just left CSI to join the love of his life Sara. Apparently, she’s in the jungle or something and he has to tromp through damp, humid grossness to get to this freckled biyotch. Cut to Sara…and witness the most god awful haircut I have seen since that weird VJ Jesse Camp. Behold…the hotness:

Jorja Fox Emmys

Now, I’m well aware that Jorja Fox is the queen of bad haircuts. She’s had some form of mullet for the better part of a decade. See exhibt A:




However, I fully believe that somewhere there is a very sadistic hairstlist who is giggling with Mr. Burns-like malice. I mean, who would seriously tell this chick that this is flattering??? For shame…for shame.

Just for shits and giggles, here’s the link to the Grissom-Sara reunion, complete with the horrific hairdo (or should I say, hair-don't?). Anyone else get a Jane Goodall-“Gorillas in the Mist” vibe from this shiz?

I'm too old for the videos on VH1...god help me

So, I'm drinking my morning coffee, slowly coming to terms with the fact that I actually have to go to work today, when all of a sudden the new Hinder video comes on VH1's Jump Start. First of all, let me say that Hinder is like the poor man's Aerosmith. And when I say poor, I'm talking third-world country poor, because I would only buy this band's CD in order to slit my wrists. They are that terrible. I put them up there with Nickelback for Radio's Most Wanted. They are killing good music. But, I digress. I know I should have changed the channel as soon as this trash came onto my television, but I was too weak to go and find the remote (which was conveniently located next to me, shoved down in between two couch cushions. Go figure). Anyway, the music video was for "Without You." First of all, this song title is so cliche. I know it really "speaks" to the 14 year old girls of America, but please. Secondly, this video comes off their new album "Takes it to the Limit." That album title is LOLZ. I'm sure the lead singer practically stroked out trying to come up with that name. Anyway, follow the link to watch this monstrosity: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV-MdkrGfZc. I'm pretty sure that everyone in this video graduated from the Paris Hilton school of acting. She promised them all she would be their BFFs. And they also got a cool decoder ring just for applying. Ugh.

About Me

I ate a whole loaf of bread tonight. At least it was whole wheat.

Allow myself to introduce...myself

Introductions are always awkward. Especially in writing. No matter what, you always sound like an ego-maniacal schmuck. But whatever. Here goes.

I owe my new-found interweb-journalling interest to my best friend B. He's got his own blog on hedontthinkstraight.blogspot.com, which is pretty awesome, and it got me to thinking - could I be just as cool? First response, in true inner monologue style, was to pistol-whip myself and shout obscenities regarding my complete lack of a life. However, after I kept myself up last night worrying about dying alone/being that 35 year old chick who finally settles and gets married to some balding dude from eHarmony with a penchant for Asian transvestite porn, I decided that maybe a blog could be something good, something to hold onto, something to keep me company at night while I'm suffering from the indigestion caused by the entire loaf of bread I ate for dinner. Stop judging me. It was whole wheat. Ass.

So, who am I? Well, I recently moved to Fort Worth, Texas to pursue my career. And by career I mean finding something with benefits and enough monthly net pay to get me the hell out of my parents house. So I have the career...however, I don't have my freedom in the domicile category. I moved to Fort Worth, and that meant moving in with grandma for the time being. It's not that bad...aside from the 24/7 look of disappointment that I'm not a god-fearing Christian...and her lisp. For the time being I'm making due with the homemade peanut butter cookies (I'm not completely heartless) and hiding my half-empty bottles of booze in the closet under my dry cleaning. Whoop!