I've always wondered...
Is it an itsy, bisty, teeny, weeny, bikini that's yellow and has polka-dots? Or are the polka-dots yellow?
If it is yellow WITH polka-dots, what color are the polka-dots?
If the polka-dots are yellow, what color is the bikini?
The description leaves much to be desired.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Whose Fault Sauce?
In this issue I would like to address the issue of things that people are being sued for where it is unclear on whether it is the defendants fault or just the foolishness of the people who are letting this happen to them. I'm sure we can all agree when it comes to things like someone suing McDonald's over there coffee being too hot, because it is clearly the fast food joints fault for telling you that it wouldn't be a good idea to spill it on your lap. Also (again for McDonald's, I guess they just attract some pretty dumb people . . . . .or people who are geniuses for figuring out a way to get one over on our justice system, which as you can see from my last post that I am not the biggest fan of.) the people who sue over the fattening food that for some reason makes them fat. The case that I want to bring up is a little more recent and serious then just making someone fat or scalded and that is the case of the Sweat Lodge deaths that happened out in the desert of Arizona. And before I began I want to be clear that I am not making light, in any way, the deaths of the three people involved in this case.
For those of you not familiar the case I will give a short description. Basically there are people who are paying James Ray to help them find spiritual enlightenment. They are paying him upwards of $10,000 for the ability to participate in the following retreat activities: 36 hours of meditation in the desert with no food or water, shaving their heads and spending enough time in a sweat lodge to "die and be reborn".
No I think this guy was taking things to an extreme, and maybe all the facts haven't been made known about the case, but as far as I can tell nobody was holding a gun to these peoples head and making them stay in this sweat lodge or participate in this enlightenment process at all. They were paying for what they should have known to be a dangerous project. Maybe the people assumed that they were being watched over and that the leader would not let their bodies go past their physical abilities. And maybe some of the negligence then does fall and Mr. Ray's shoulders.
I guess that this is similar in some ways to the end of the world cults that are popping up all the time. Like the one where the people believed that there was a UFO behind the tail of a comet and that they needed to kill themselves so that they can be taken up into space. Does the blame need to fall completely on the shoulders of the person who came up with the idea and should that person be punished in the same way that someone shouts fire into a crowded room is punished, or should it be spread around to those who decided to take up this belief?
I just dunno . . . .You guys have any ideas?
Confused about whose fault sauce.
For those of you not familiar the case I will give a short description. Basically there are people who are paying James Ray to help them find spiritual enlightenment. They are paying him upwards of $10,000 for the ability to participate in the following retreat activities: 36 hours of meditation in the desert with no food or water, shaving their heads and spending enough time in a sweat lodge to "die and be reborn".
No I think this guy was taking things to an extreme, and maybe all the facts haven't been made known about the case, but as far as I can tell nobody was holding a gun to these peoples head and making them stay in this sweat lodge or participate in this enlightenment process at all. They were paying for what they should have known to be a dangerous project. Maybe the people assumed that they were being watched over and that the leader would not let their bodies go past their physical abilities. And maybe some of the negligence then does fall and Mr. Ray's shoulders.
I guess that this is similar in some ways to the end of the world cults that are popping up all the time. Like the one where the people believed that there was a UFO behind the tail of a comet and that they needed to kill themselves so that they can be taken up into space. Does the blame need to fall completely on the shoulders of the person who came up with the idea and should that person be punished in the same way that someone shouts fire into a crowded room is punished, or should it be spread around to those who decided to take up this belief?
I just dunno . . . .You guys have any ideas?
Confused about whose fault sauce.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Cramily Values
We all know them; they are our neighbors and coworkers; they come from afar and nearby. And somehow they manage to fit their entire immediate and extended family into one house! Sometimes their businesses are also operated out of these homes. How 23 people live under one roof is beyond me.
We judge. We may not admit it (I do) but we judge. We wonder why they think cramming 4 generations into one house is a good idea.
Where do they sleep? Maybe they sleep in shifts!
Even now you are picturing that family you know down the street that seems to be a clown car of humanity. Maybe they even have a constant rotation of junky cars. So what do they look like? Hispanic? Korean? Middle Eastern? I will admit that I often picture these "Cramlies" (crammed in family) as an international friend. But just the other morning I realized something...this is all OUR FAULT!! I shall tell you why...
We originated the Cramily and even popularized it! Two words; Full House. Yes, little Michele and hug happy Danny Tanner are just the ones I mention. Think about it. There are at least 3 families in that small San Fransisco home. What's worse is that they're not even blood related!! How the HOA never put a stop to them is a wonder! At its peak Danny, DJ, Stephanie, Michele (which there were two of), Joey, Jessy, Becky, Nicky, Alex, and Comet the dog all resided in the three level home where an advertising production company, a comedy act, and a rock band all operated out of. Not to mention the revolving door of girlfriends, boyfriends, mothers, and musicians. The house has also seen its fair share of the animal kingdom; including but not limited to a turtle, a monkey, a donkey, a horse, a ferret, and even the Beach Boys!
Face it, we can no longer blame immigrants for the Cramily. The blame falls squarely on the shoulders of Jeff Franklin.
We judge. We may not admit it (I do) but we judge. We wonder why they think cramming 4 generations into one house is a good idea.
Where do they sleep? Maybe they sleep in shifts!
Even now you are picturing that family you know down the street that seems to be a clown car of humanity. Maybe they even have a constant rotation of junky cars. So what do they look like? Hispanic? Korean? Middle Eastern? I will admit that I often picture these "Cramlies" (crammed in family) as an international friend. But just the other morning I realized something...this is all OUR FAULT!! I shall tell you why...
We originated the Cramily and even popularized it! Two words; Full House. Yes, little Michele and hug happy Danny Tanner are just the ones I mention. Think about it. There are at least 3 families in that small San Fransisco home. What's worse is that they're not even blood related!! How the HOA never put a stop to them is a wonder! At its peak Danny, DJ, Stephanie, Michele (which there were two of), Joey, Jessy, Becky, Nicky, Alex, and Comet the dog all resided in the three level home where an advertising production company, a comedy act, and a rock band all operated out of. Not to mention the revolving door of girlfriends, boyfriends, mothers, and musicians. The house has also seen its fair share of the animal kingdom; including but not limited to a turtle, a monkey, a donkey, a horse, a ferret, and even the Beach Boys!
Face it, we can no longer blame immigrants for the Cramily. The blame falls squarely on the shoulders of Jeff Franklin.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sad To Watch Sauce
I just want to get opinions from people on the Casey Anthony case. It was a truly disturbing event from the start. To watch for weeks as police and volunteers search for a missing child hits your heart to begin with, but then to find out that the mom new about what had happened the whole time is enough to make me sick.
Now the trial for this horrible act has finally started. (don't even get me going on how three years can be in the realm of a speedy trial). Reading and watching the news on this case has made my jaw drop. I try not to jump to conclusions on people and I know that we are suppose to assume that someone is innocent until proven guilty but I can't help myself. Blaming her parents and her upbringing for the death and cover up of your child just seems like grasping at straws to me. Even if things did happen the way they are saying then she us still GUILTY! Maybe I'm just bitter against the justice system in the US. Maybe I'm blinded by the crime that has been committed. This is why I would like to know what you think about this. Am I to quick to jump to conclusions in this case or do you all agree with what I am saying here?
Looking forward to your comments!!
The Tank
Monday, May 23, 2011
Rawr
I see that I've recently come under fire for my decision to use my real name (or is it?) as my username (or, perhaps marginally more appropriate, the indecision/apathy that led to my current situation of not using an alias).Well let's work together to come up with some possible reasons that might adequately describe my boring-ness. My, as Dupree might say, Erik-ness.
Possibility 1: Erik is one or more of the following: unimaginative, sleepy, a chronic short-bus traveler, feels great insecurities about being judged on minutia, or just plain Sad News Bears.
Possibility 2: "Erik" is merely an alias itself, perhaps inspired by one Erik the Red, Erik Rasmussen, Erik per Sullivan, Pelle-Erik Lindbergh, or Erik Estrada.
Possibility 3: Perhaps, on a different level, "Erik" could be viewed as more creative, as it doesn't give the reader any pushes towards a light in which said author would like to be seen, but rather gives the reader the opportunity to form an entirely fresh and unbiased image/idea of the author, thus exponentially increasing the number of possibilities for this image.
"[...] but hey it makes you think of something."Is this necessarily ideal? I'd posit that it depends on your personal preference/intention.
Possibility 4: "Erik" is merely a phonetically pronounceable acronym. Perhaps it stands for "Enigmatic, Righteous, Intelligent Kin," or "Egg-Rave Inside Kilns," or perhaps even something so simple as "Elephant Rivet iPod Kitten."
WILDCARD : Perhaps Erik is afraid of balloons. This possibility is labeled "WILDCARD" because this possibility is not a mutually exclusive option. It may be paired with any of the above possibilities, or thrown out altogether.
In summation, Mr. Tank, despite my inability to defeat you regularly without camping in some type of 3-walled base with unlimited ammunition supply, I do think that you may have jumped the gun a little quickly, when such a wide array of possibilities exist.
Closing remark: Waterhat.
-Erik Rasmussen iPod Kainolophobic
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sad User Name Sauce
Hello opinion sauce! I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this blog to finally get started. . . . Well I probably could but I'm lazy.
I've thought long and hard about what to make as my all important opening post. Should it be political, scientific, theological or about how much I dislike the yankees and all teams from pennsylvania? Instead I decided, as you can tell from the title, to be informational. Kinda like a public service announcement for others considering joining this blog. I want to talk about the all important user name.
Lets just take a minute and look at the user names for our contributors and the emotions and images those names bring about.
Mamabear: To me this name talks about a strong, beautiful and intelligent woman with strong ambitions and an iron will. It doesn't at all make me think about a new mom at home whom I often catch taking cookies out of a jar that looks like Winnie the Pooh's honey pot.
The Tank: This name brings about visions of a strong man with arms heavily corded with muscles who could chew iron and spit out railroad spikes. Sure he would have no teeth left and would probably die a painful death from heavy metal poisoning but what a man!!!
Shhmikey: . . . . . . . . . . Honestly this just makes me hungry for any number of items you can get at a sheetz, but hey it makes you think of something.
Then finally we come to Erik. Sure it's spelled a different way then most with that name, but in the end it is simply that . . . . a name. One would think with all the endless possibilities out there, not to mention the creative mind of the person who's name this is, that they would have been able to come up with something. Something like FlyersSuck85 or VickLove69, but no . . . . . . .it's simply Erik.
So to all you out there who may one day be one of the privileged few to be allowed to post here please take a few minutes to come up with a name. Because here you can be whoever you want not just another Erik.
The Tank
Friday, May 20, 2011
Public Hateportation
Public transportation in the Washington, DC area is necessary, I'll be the first to admit it. Could you imagine everyone driving into work? Utter chaos. Do I think as many people should take public transportation as possible? Absolutely.
Everyone except for me, that is.
Nothing makes me question whether or not I really want to go into the city as whether or not I have to take public transportation in order to get there. I don't consider myself a snob, holier than thou, or too good to take public transportation. I just can't stand 99% of the people who ride it. And I severely question the safety and security of, well, metro.
I would give you stories of where I have been wronged or seen others wronged, but they mimic the stories of every decent person who rides metro: people not letting a pregnant woman sit, someone playing their iPod 75,000 decibels higher than it should be, someone encroaching entirely too much on your personal bubble (and let's be serious, on public transportation your bubble is pretty deflated), and someone telling some woman to lose weight so more people can fit on the train.
What would make me feel differently? More security. Air fresheners. The ripping out of the carpet. Enforcement of the rules (no food, no drink, no loud music, etc.). Perhaps having "quiet" cars where reading and listening to headphones are about all that occurs. Working air conditioners. Giving everyone who rides public transportation a lesson in manners. You see what I mean. I really could go on and on.
Do I need to loosen up? Probably. Okay, definitely. But does everyone else need a lesson in courteous-ness? I think so.
So, until all the above changes are made, I'll be the woman in the back of the train with an impatient look on her face, and scowling at every rude person who is breaking a rule or just plain annoying me. Along with the rest of the decent people who ride the train.
.... And every time I realize I have to ride metro, I get hives just thinking about it. And I pack the hand sanitizer.
Signed with Hatred Sauce. Spicy Hatred Sauce.
Everyone except for me, that is.
Nothing makes me question whether or not I really want to go into the city as whether or not I have to take public transportation in order to get there. I don't consider myself a snob, holier than thou, or too good to take public transportation. I just can't stand 99% of the people who ride it. And I severely question the safety and security of, well, metro.
I would give you stories of where I have been wronged or seen others wronged, but they mimic the stories of every decent person who rides metro: people not letting a pregnant woman sit, someone playing their iPod 75,000 decibels higher than it should be, someone encroaching entirely too much on your personal bubble (and let's be serious, on public transportation your bubble is pretty deflated), and someone telling some woman to lose weight so more people can fit on the train.
What would make me feel differently? More security. Air fresheners. The ripping out of the carpet. Enforcement of the rules (no food, no drink, no loud music, etc.). Perhaps having "quiet" cars where reading and listening to headphones are about all that occurs. Working air conditioners. Giving everyone who rides public transportation a lesson in manners. You see what I mean. I really could go on and on.
Do I need to loosen up? Probably. Okay, definitely. But does everyone else need a lesson in courteous-ness? I think so.
So, until all the above changes are made, I'll be the woman in the back of the train with an impatient look on her face, and scowling at every rude person who is breaking a rule or just plain annoying me. Along with the rest of the decent people who ride the train.
.... And every time I realize I have to ride metro, I get hives just thinking about it. And I pack the hand sanitizer.
Signed with Hatred Sauce. Spicy Hatred Sauce.
Welcome Sauce!
Everyone has an opinion or two - some like to express their thoughts. Opinions can be based on true facts or on observation. The greatest thing about an opinion is that it can never be wrong - you might just have another opinion (sauce)!
I had an interesting idea to get a few of my friends together to write a blog about anything. I value their opinions and believe they have a lot that can be shared with world. With multiple writers it is my hope that this blog will be filled with some interesting topics that continue to flow each week.
The blog name 'My Opinion Sauce' that I came up with was based on a saying one of the bloggers here on this blog had. All feelings he had were ended with 'sauce' for example he would be 'bitter sauce' or 'happy sauce'. I took that concept of having different feeling 'sauces' and applied it to opinions. Everyone in the world has their own opinion sauce!
So welcome to this blog and keep up with it as each of us grab our own sauces and start writing! I'm excited to see what will come flowing through this blog!
I had an interesting idea to get a few of my friends together to write a blog about anything. I value their opinions and believe they have a lot that can be shared with world. With multiple writers it is my hope that this blog will be filled with some interesting topics that continue to flow each week.
The blog name 'My Opinion Sauce' that I came up with was based on a saying one of the bloggers here on this blog had. All feelings he had were ended with 'sauce' for example he would be 'bitter sauce' or 'happy sauce'. I took that concept of having different feeling 'sauces' and applied it to opinions. Everyone in the world has their own opinion sauce!
So welcome to this blog and keep up with it as each of us grab our own sauces and start writing! I'm excited to see what will come flowing through this blog!
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