Friday, May 23, 2014

May 23, 2014

I wonder if the baby mamas, celebrity exes, and real housewives of the last century feel left out because there wasn't reality television around when they were relevant adjacent.

Have you ever noticed how often the concept of instinct is mentioned in retrospect?

The Krispy Kreme triple cheeseburger, to be unveiled at the upcoming San Diego County Fair, is basically three patties topped with cheese and sandwiched between two Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The dish is being offered by Chicken Charlie's, a California state fair staple that also sells deep fried Oreos and Klondike bars. The suggested companion defibrillator, however, costs extra.

Many think that it's abhorrent to put personal comfort ahead of the welfare of a friend... then they do it anyway.

A new study reveals that red wine contains cavity-fighting anti-microbial elements. The same elements can apparently be found in non-alcoholic grape seed oil, but in the words of one commentator: "Who cares?"

The next time a salesman tries to sell me something I neither want nor need, I'm going to tell him/her that I'm holding out for the upcoming new and improved model.

Daytime TV, stripper pole exercise classes, lawyers... a lot of industries owe a big thank you to free enterprise and the new "morality."

One of the unintentional benefits of social media is that no one has to work up the courage to ask anyone for their opinion.

There are mixed reactions to a California high school history teacher who posed for a picture in the school yearbook wearing a hoodie and holding a bag of Skittles candy, in what he called a political statement about the late Trayvon Martin. Some say he was just expressing himself, while some say it was inappropriate for the school yearbook. I just wonder if anyone will even remember his reason years from now.

Note that may be meant for someone in particular: I'm sorry that your fancy spring brunch had to end early. Next time, either hold it outdoors, or, if you insist on getting assistance from your fratboy son, ask him to slice the cheese.

Agape' -- P

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