Today is election day. Get your shiznit together and vote.
Also special internet prize for the person who can guess who the actor under the “I voted” sticker is.
If I could send an email to past me (perhaps at the tender age of 18), there would be a few things I would say: beer pong is NOT called vodka pong for a reason, facebook will waste all your time, and DO NOT eat those brownies at the Yellowstone camping trip.
Well, since time traveling mail is not an option I have at my discretion, I have found the next best thing: FutureMe , a website service that sends you an email to your inbox in the future. You provide the email address and the date you want it delivered.
Granted, it needs you to have the same email address (my 13 year old self would have had to send an email to email@example.com and I definitely would not have received it, since i deleted that account at 13 and a half), but most of us have settled into our boiler plate email addresses.
FutureMe.org is based on the principle that memories are less accurate than e-mails. The site adds:
Send your future self some words of inspiration. Or maybe give ‘em swift kick in the pants. Or just share some thoughts on where you’ll or what you’ll be up to in a year, three years…more? And then we’ll do some time travel magic and deliver the letter to you.
You can also send future emails to others, but it is much more restrictive: As the site states, ‘You can send letters to others, but only if you are a registered user. When they get the e-mail, it will specify that it was sent from your e-mail address. This policy is a bit strict perhaps, but unfortunately there are Internet hooligans out there that would abuse FutureMe otherwise.”
Here’s the link! What are you going to tell your future self? I just hope it isn’t like that one time I filled out a “predict your future” book as child, which surprisingly did not predict that at 25, I would be living at home, with a part-time job and weirdly small hands. Go figure!
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Last week I posted about my entry in the Don’t Trust the B Funniest Roommates Contest. AKA THIS VIDEO:
Well I WON the 5 Grand! Thank you for all those who support me in this (especially my lovely crew)! I’ve decided that filmmaking is something I want to pursue more (especially script writing).
I found out about a week and half ago about my win (sorry for the lag in sharing), well a week later, I found out something equally exciting. My good friend won the $5,000 text contest with this lovely/smelly gem:
You know your living situation is a hot mess when your roommate leaves, but his B.O. lingers. For most people, I assume personal hygiene is a basic, day-to-day necessity. For my ex-roommate, it was a tedious chore that happened, at best, once a week. We developed a passive-aggressive relationship where I opened windows for freshness, and he closed windows, marinating the room in a stench that would make garbage men shudder. I’m almost positive the wallpaper started to peel away from the walls. We signed a one-year lease, but he bounced after 2 months when he found my friends Febrezing him in his sleep.
So we either are extremely lucky or we have a penchant for terrible roommates, either way… we’re ballers, we rock, we thank you, and we are applying for the Amazing Race… That is all
Sometimes I don’t post things because I think EVERYONE knows about it, so I share my links with a select few who I know haven’t seen it. WEEKS LATER, my mom/friend/grocery store clerk will come up to me and say… “I saw that video of that cat/drunk person/fat child you showed me, it was on the local news/huffington post/the internet.” Then I realize I missed a cultural opportunity to share it with my readers who may have have been very well in the dark.
So today, I share something that was shared to me on facebook. Texts from Hilary… Clinton that is. It’s basically Mrs. Secretary of State being a pimp badass. Can someone also make of meme of me being awesome? Because that’s basically my life goal.
And the winner for the best Valentine’s Day ad goes to the 99 cents store for this gem (also when was the last time you heard the word valentine’s day and colon cleanse used in the same sentence?)
Good Gift: Chocolate Rose
Bad Gift: Colon Cleanse
Good Gift: Love Cuffs (haha’s side note: THEY SELL THESE THERE?)
Bad Gift: Bath Tissue
Good Gift: Whipped Cream
Bad Gift: Prune Juice
Good Gift: Condoms
Bad Gift: Condoms
Good Gift: European Chocolates
Bad Gift: Pounds Lost
Good Gift: Valentine Plush
Bad Gift: Certs
Good Gift: Photo Frame
Bad Gift: Douche Continue reading
About six months ago, I created a blog, defective phobias, for the sole purpose of me facing my irrational fears like chickens, mayo and camping. Well it turns out I have an irrational phobia of facing irrational phobias. So this project kind of fell to the wayside (I do plan on bringing it back though).
One of my first posts, was on my INTENSE fear of chickens. You can read my explanation of my alektorophobia that HERE. That’s why I was absolutely disgusted when my friend Topheycakes (may or may not be his actual name) sent me this video:
A chicken band! Chickens dancing! Close-ups on chicken feet! This is my nightmare… but it’s a nightmare I can’t turn away from.
Leningrad (band) music video Gelendzhik (2004).
Created by Andrey Zakirzyanov
P.S. turn on closed captioning to see the lyrics in English
In protest of the Stop Online Piracy Act, WordPress had decided to black out it’s front page. Clicking on one of the censored links, leads you HERE, where you can sign an online petition against SOPA.
WordPress is only one of a long list of sites that will be doing this. Hopefully, these tactics will work. I’m not gonna start ranting about politicians here because I may never ever stop.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with SOPA, read THIS LINK from Gizmodo. It explains a lot.
I’ve been semi-employed the last few months. And even semi-employed is an overstatement. Really I mean I’ve dedicated my time to re-watching cancelled sitcoms (woot Party Down woot), playing scrabble, and on a good day, going to the gym. WAIT. I didn’t even mention my job: I sometimes work in a law office where my boss sends me illegible post-its about the German Embassy which has NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING.
So, as an added source of income (and yes, that is how I rationalize it), I’ve decided to enter as many sweepstakes/contests as I can. And in reality, it’s kind of like a job,but instead of getting paid in cash, I get paid in chocolate, eye cream and the Gwyneth Paltrow cookbook.
I did a less intense version of this before a couple of years ago, focusing on contests held in my city of residence, and I did pretty well: a few show tickets, a pair of tickets to Beefest, and a pair of tickets to a Twilight event (the experience of trying to scalp these $4 dollar tickets to preteen girls marks one of the low points of my life).
BUT NOW, I am full-fledged sweepstakes fanatic! In fact, I’ve actually won some stuff! (NB: You can follow my my contest twitter account @lizzycontests to see everything I enter)
To show that people actually win stuff and to give props to the websites that provided me with happiness, here are some items I’ve won in the last month:
I wasn’t joking when I said I won the Gwyneth Paltrow cookbook because I did. I originally thought it was a joke, but it’s actually a real thing that is unintentionally a joke. I have yet to receive it, so in the meantime, I just post Gwyneth Paltrow quotes on Tumblr (yes, hahabuda has a tumblr)
So, I know that my following statement may make some film buffs a little angry, but I stand by it. I think that Toy Story 1 was plot-wise a perfect movie. No questions are left unanswered! All characters respond to situations based on their own personalities and flaws in a way that is logical, driven and interesting. It has a pair of protagonists (Woody and Buzz) that serve as antagonists for one another and their interactions motivate their actions that build up to a climax!!!!!! Film Major ramblings aside, the movie is so gosh darn cute and I went to the 3D double feature by myself at like 11 am on a Tuesday (granted I fell asleep, but watching movies before noon is really hard for me).
So I have a minor obsession with Toy Story, and for someone who generally hates on Disney movies, It’s kind of a big deal (I never hate on Disney music though because that stuff is awesome).
So back to the original point of my story! The Japanese have done it again and released a very cute Toy Story collection. Hong-Kong based Bossini has collaborated with Pixar to create a range inspired by the feature film.
Would you wear it?