Thursday, November 11, 2004

You'restillintherunningtobecomingAmerica'sNextTopModel.

As usual, midwestgrrl has done a brilliant job recapping the events of last night. However. I cannot believe she forgot one of the most hypocritical and annoying events of the evening. It involves the Century 21 fake red carpet thingamajig. OK. So Tocarra gets busted for sounding "silly" when she mispronounces Jean Paul Gaultier. Uhm. Let's go to the video tape. Both Yaya and Amanda were wearing garments by Moschino (correctly pronounced "mo-skee-no"). Interestingly enough, both Jean Paul Gaultier and Moschino share the same financial backing in AEFFE Fashion Group (as you can see on the Moschino website), but that is neither here nor there. So how did Yaya, the WINNER, of the "challenge" (whatever) pronounce it? "I'm wearing mostly muh-shee-no." Amanda also mispronounced that shit. Usually, this wouldn't bother me. But Tocarra blatantly got called out for that shit in front of the judging panel. What happened? Neither Tyra nor the evil Janice NOR the gaggle of gay fashionistas could spot the mispronunciation of this brand. For shame. Oh, the injustice. Sorry, Tocarra.

Second hypocrisy of the night came when stylist to the stars Rebecca Weinberg criticized someone for wearing what looked like a cheap outfit that should not leave the house (there was a black leather micro-miniskirt involved). Uhm. Excuse me. Rebecca. Beck. Can I call ya Beck? Wasn't it you that helped dress Christina Aguilerra during her Dirrty phase and Kim Catrall on Sex and the City?? Friggin' hypocrite.

Third ridiculousness of the night (again with the fake red carpet) arose during the whole 'never mention a name during an interview' thing. Whoops. Norelle must not have gotten the memo. But uhm. Oh wait. On the fugly carpet, most of the gals succeeded with flying colors by sugarcoating and/or masking their contempt for a certain individual in the house. However, fast forward two seconds to their ANTM side interviews where they proceed to verbally bash each other mercilessly on. NATIONAL. T.V. Oy. Stupid, stupid little pawns of reality television. Keep up the good work. Really.

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"Life Doesn't Come From Non-Life"

Infinite thanks to my fat asian baby for alerting me to this website. What could be more fun and educational than a Baptist-run science fair? A cold coversation with a homeless person, you say? Maybe, but this stuff is pure gold:

Patricia Lewis (grade 8) did an experiment to see if life can evolve from
non-life. Patricia placed all the non-living ingredients of life - carbon (a
charcoal briquet), purified water, and assorted minerals (a multi-vitamin) -
into a sealed glass jar. The jar was left undisturbed, being exposed only to
sunlight, for three weeks. (Patricia also prayed to God not to do anything
miraculous during the course of the experiment, so as not to disqualify the
findings.) No life evolved. This shows that life cannot come from non-life
through natural processes.

So THAT'S why I'm not rich. Duh. I've been praying to God not to do anything miraculous in this experiment known as Drone's life. I'll shall stop that straight away. God: You may now bring me wealth and let baby girls (life) spring from the loins of the charcoal briquets (non-life) plentifully stocked at New York City's newest and only Home Depot. Boy, won't the BBQ-ers be surprised.



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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Slap on a patch

I guess drinking is like so yesterday. So there's now a patch for birth control, cessation of urges to smoke, weight loss blah blah blah. Maybe soon they'll have a sex patch. They probably already do. I love how lazy human beings are. Never ceases to amaze me how far human beings will go and how diligently they will work to come up with longterm solutions for getting around laziness (rather than, you know, dealing with the actual source of the laziness head on). Kudos.

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Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Today has been a bad day

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That should pretty much sum it up. I can't tell if it's my best friend's new life plan that is making me direct so much hatred toward my employ or not, but today has definitely been bad. I just realized that everyone at work basically treats me like trash (e.g., anything that anyone does not want to do, they make Drone do... and that's in addition to what he was hired to do) and that my personal life is taking a turn for the worse because, well, it is slowly being sufficated by the 14+ hour weekdays and weekend time. I find it to be nausea inducing that I spend three times as much of my waking time with my co-workers than with my family or significant other. They're all nice and everything, but seriously. I don't feel like kissing any of them good night.

So, in short: I am basically fighting to stay afloat in the 'I have a life' pool. On a daily basis, I get yelled at, blamed for someone else's incompetence, and routinely am made to be the guiney pig in some sick game of do this/now make it like it was before/now do this/nope, want it like it was to begin with, and have to depend on people (without whom I cannot get certain tasks completed) who never communicate or confirm outstanding issues. And to boot, I just found out (officially) that my direct superior is leaving our department and that I get to assume all of her outstanding work and duties. But don't get all excited and think this is promotion time. Oh no. I only get to assume the duties until the new superior is hired. Afterthought and basic all-around douchebag, thy name is Drone.

I am insanely jealous of Gina for being able to break from work and travel the world. The thought of being treated with such little respect on a daily basis for quite a while to come makes me want to burst into tears. Oh, well. When life gives you lemons... laugh at Tara Reid.

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Thursday, November 04, 2004

Extra Extra: Not All Christians Crazy

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Lion lays smackdown on Jehova's Witness interrupting family dinner. Tonight at 11.

Drone received the following comment today from a reader. First of all, I want to point out that I appreciate all points of view and am more than willing to listen. As always, thanks to the loyal eight of you who read. Secondly, I want to make sure you know that I'm just a little Drone who says what's on his heavy little Drone heart. No intent to offend. Here goes, from Nicole (no changes input):



I think your putting a label on all Christians. . .on homosexuals,
brithcontrol and abortion. I am a Christian. . . I don't hate homosexuals,I have
good friends and a brother who are gay,I believe in birth control and if an
abortion is needed I am not againist it. Maybe you should get to know some
Christians before you put a label on all of us.Nicole "the crazy
christian"

Hm. Thanks for your comment, Nicole. I don't hate homosexuals either. I have good friends that are gay, too! (You got me on the brother; mine's all too straight...) I believe in birth control! AND. If an abortion "is needed" (whatever that might mean), I am also not against it. Whoa!! Like. Maybe (gulp) I'm a Christian!!! OK. All joking aside, my intent was not to offend, belittle, OR make sweeping generalizations about any group (because, after all, that would make me just like those that I criticize). But let's get real. The above-referenced homosexual loving Christians are not the ones making headlines. Like I said, I appreciate all points of view, and I am (usually) never opposed to getting to know anyone.

That said, if the 'Christians' to which you refer (and I don't think they are, correct me if I'm wrong here, Nicole) are those that support efforts to ban a segment of the population from legalizing their love, then I don't really care to get to know them. Having friends or siblings that are homosexuals would only seem to make such a Chrsitian who supports such discrimination even more emotionally and psychologically puzzling for me (please see the case of Dick Cheney). But I'm guessing you're not among those that would support such a ban? Again, please correct me if I'm wrong in this assumption.

If the above-referenced supporters of said legislation (who base their belief on 'moral grounds') in no way portrays the Christians to which you refer, then clearly I am not referring to you, your brother, or your friends. I think I'm being clear enough as to how I feel. I in no way intended to imply that ALL Christians are crazy. (But the guy above sure is. Heh. 'BITE ME!' Priceless.) I believe the "crazyreligious" title to be emphatic and self-evident enough when used in the context of my original post and as used by my friend Gina. I did not refer to them merely as 'Christians' but rather dubbed them as those who seem to arrogantly interpret the bible far too fundamentally and exclusively in my view. If it was the term "crazy" that led to offense, I apologize. But it is my view that for any religion to breed hate, contempt, animosity and exclusion, it is just that: crazy. Thanks again for your input. Hope this clears things up a little.

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Clap Clap...

Well, what can I say? I have this inexplicable sadness lately. Sure, it has to something to do with the election. Again, what can I say? I simply do not relate to more than half of the people who voted in this election. I guess that's just a fact with which I'll have to live. I keep wondering if maybe the born again Christians (i.e., 42% of this country; i.e., "crazyreligious people") know something I don't. But then I think logically. Uhm. They hate homosexuals. They do not allow birth conrol or abortion. A + B = Lots 'o babies (i.e., barrels o' crazyreligious people supporters). They know how to outnumber the competition. I'll give them that. So maybe all of us downwardly mobile quasi-singletons should be adopting throngs of children? Gooh. For something a little more inspiring and thought provoking on the election, please see good ol' midwestgrrl. I can't discuss it anymore. At least for a while. I'm all tuckered out on hating where this country will be for the next four years. It's just a ride I'll have to take, for better or for worse.

More to the point, however, I'm feeling really down lately. Would I say I'm depressed? Mm. Yes. Read Gina's post for clarification as to how I feel. I am one of those "friends." While I'm not on medication or quitting my job, I am constantly mulling over my current plot in life. I went to the "good" schools and worked my little ass off to get to where I am today. But where am I? From Gina's post:

Why do we have to be so sad? What the f--k is wrong? Do the early twenties just
suck? Do things just magically get better? Do things not get better but just not
matter so much? Do we have to get married and make babies? Do we have to find
Jesus? Can someone please please pleeeeease buy me a puppy?


I just don't understand how one can be expected to have a life whe he or she works all day long and then is so exhausted at the day's end that he or she can only muster up enough energy to crawl into bed at night. Or is that just me? Where's my puppy?

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Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Screw you, Dixville Notch

Dixville is one place I don't need to visit. From the larger article:

The mountain hamlet of Dixville Notch, New Hampshire, followed tradition as
one of the first municipalities to count and announce vote totals. The tiny
community with 26 voters gave Bush 19 votes to Kerry's 7. Independent
candidate Ralph Nader received no votes in Dixville Notch.


VOTE, people! VOTE!!! And if you're from Ohio, Florida, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, or Minnesota: VOTE. FOR. KERRY. NOW!!!

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