Ummm isn’t it a little odd that the Americans are outperforming China on many of the Gymnastics events and yet they somehow get scored lower? Hmmm. It is so amusing to hear the NBC commentator explain that he has no idea what is going on. He had better be the best gymnastics commentator in the world if he is covering the Olympics on NBC. Someone somewhere is fucking with the US. Please give our girls the medals they deserve.
I have been flying back and forth between LA and San Jose a lot lately. I am very particular about airports. When judging the quality of an airport, I take three major factors into account:
1. Services Offered
2. Cleanliness
3. Personnel Quality
In the last five years, I have found that San Jose has really upped the ante in all three categories. The airport is clean and high tech. Free WiFi. Yes, you heard me. For some reason they still have active T-Mobile networks floating around but who the hell cares. I will say it again: “free wifi.” If that wasn’t good enough, they recently installed a number of computer stations throughout the main terminal which provide both USB and standard Eddison outlets for gear charging. In addition, they offer the Clear Card system, allowing registered members to skip the long security lines. They could do a little better in the food department but I will let that slide as I am sure it will improve with the opening of the new terminal. If ALL of that wasn’t enough they then go above and beyond in category three: personnel quality. Not only are all of the attendants friendly and helpful but they actually have HOT female TSA workers. I never thought I would see the day where I would actually look forward to going through security (I am a Clear member so it really isn’t that big of a deal).
I should also take a minute to discuss how much I hate LAX. I fucking despise everything about that airport. Not only is it filthy and outdated but the people who work there are not friendly (or attractive). Now there may be some hidden exceptions to this judgement but I certainly haven’t seen them. LAX employs the state of the art traveler categorization system to help keep security lines moving. For those unaware, the system allows flyers to classify themselves in one of three categories: Expert Traveler, Casual Traveler, Extra Assistance. Now this would all be fun and great if the system actually worked. I mean doesn’t everyone think they are an expert traveler? Who wants to stand around in some security line waiting for the geriatrics to take off their shoes. The idea that people will properly self categorize themselves is completely bogus. It’s not like you get an electric shock or something if you don’t move fast enough in the expert line. Two words: CLUSTER FUCK. In addition: I got some lip from a TSA guy when I placed my expended bin on top of the x-ray tunnel. I guess one of the fifty employees that works in that 50′ x 50′ room couldn’t handle actually collecting the bins after people were done with them. They were happy to take my bin from me at SJC. Let’s just leave it at that.
I don’t get it. 140 characters. That’s it. We already have a FB status, why do we need Twitter too? I think the answer lies in the isolation of technologies. If you examine Twitter as an isolated version of the FB status feature, it forces people to communicate in a simple and effective manner. Unlike the FB status, which has positioned itself as a one way communication stream, Twitter has encouraged interaction amongst it’s users and thus distinguishes itself as a communication utility rather than just a feed. Twitter also takes away the confrontation element often found in FB and MS. You don’t have to request to be someone’s friend etc. You can join their stream and start receiving their broadcasts immediately. The potential is huge. Enjoy these articles:
In the words of the Beastie Boys:
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what’s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let’s turn this mothafuckin’ party out
I don’t think it gets much cooler than this. Get your blaster…
Check it out at http://www.refinding.com
So Naked Juice claims to have a pound of fruit in every bottle. Is it just me or does that sound like a waste of fruit?
11:40:40 AM Jamman85: hey
11:40:42 AM Jamman85: its Jordan
11:40:48 AM Jamman85: i saw you called saturday night
11:40:55 AM Jamman85: I was asleep…sorry…
11:40:56 AM SXXX: I didnt Heather did
11:41:02 AM Jamman85: ok
11:44:32 AM SXXX: we were in trouble and OF COURSE the two people I dont talk to are the ONLY people saved in my berry
11:44:38 AM SXXX: was a very sad moment
11:46:24 AM Jamman85: yeah
11:46:28 AM Jamman85: well just so you know
11:46:31 AM Jamman85: had i been awaek
11:46:34 AM Jamman85: i would have come
11:49:59 AM SXXX: I know we waved our options and we both agreed you were the less selfish one of the two selfishest flaky crappy friends in the world
11:50:43 AM Jamman85: thanks
11:50:55 AM SXXX: any time
WHAT A BITCH!
A thoughtconversation is something that happens when you aren’t paying attention. It comes only when you shift your focus…don’t be blinded by all of the crazy things that are going on in the outside. Refocus on the inside. Hear yourself think.
So we went to Pasadena the other night. Had a nice meal. Enjoyed each other’s company. Yes I was in a third wheel situation. But it was OK, I am used to it. Whatever. We decide to go for ice cream (or in this case yogurt) afterwards. Good idea. So we head over to 21 choices (one of my favorite caloric suicide operations) and begin the arduous task of waiting in line. After about three minutes I begin to sense that something is wrong. It seems that everyone around me, which in this case were either couples or groups of couples, were having a hard time containing their affection for each other. Now this is normal to a certain extent. Especially in such hip places as: ooh PaSaDeNa. But this was getting a little out of hand. The guy in front of me was having a hard time keeping his hand out of his girlfriend’s pants and she couldn’t help but just stare up at him with submissive glee. The people in front of them were practically making out. The young lovers behind us were in some strange type of Saturday night drunken state of lust. I was beginning to lose my cool.
THEN if that wasn’t enough, I look over to my friend and he is dry humping his girlfriend against the counter. AND remember this is all set to the sonorous charm of sugar addicted 21 Choices servers slapping and smacking away on the cool marble. I had to leave (or just eat something much higher in calories than originally planned to make up for all of the inconveniences which I had suffered thus far). Well I couldn’t leave as I was part of a group, and well frankly we had made it this far. So I ended up getting a medium mint chip with cookie dough and Recies Pieces. Great. Good Work World! Next time I go to a dining establishment I don’t want to feel as though I am in a whore house!
Get it? Good!