aMusing

Anyone that has lived with me knows that when I like a song, I will wear the shit out of it. I'm talking same song on repeat for hours/days/weeks.

Well, I love every single song by the band Muse. All 100+ of them. I love them so much, that I have literally listened to nothing else since March of 2010.**

100+ songs on shuffle: it's going to take a long time before that gets old. For me, anyway. Probably not so much for everyone around me.

**I don't actually get to listen to music every single day. But a few times a week for a year and a half is still a shit ton. And I still love it.

Finally!

I have been waiting for months for Blogger to release an app for the iPhone. And now it's here! Does this mean I'll be posting more? Probably not. But at least now it's even more convenient... to not blog.

-from my uber fabulous iPhone

Royally Nailed

I was a child living in London during the time of Prince Charles and Lady Di's engagement and wedding and still have my souvenir Prince Charles and Lady Di paper dolls. Now that Wills is getting married next month, I've been wracking my brain trying to find the perfect way to celebrate and commemorate the occasion and incorporate it into my look on the big day. Then I saw these. Problem solved!

Source: Kaboodle: Hair & Beauty Blogazine Post - OMG! Royal Wedding Nail Stickers

Do not want!

Seriously! Whose pictures did they combine to get this image?? Who said, "Yeah, that's the image we want to use to promote our website"? Unless, of course, their goal is to scare people out of procreating. In which case, mission accomplished for that potential baby's parents.

Uh, what?

I realize sexing up childhood costume favorites is popular, but this seems a little extreme. Who the hell wants to be a sexy Elmo??

Or Big Bird

Or how about a sexy ninja turtle!



All 3 of these costumes are $50 and sold out. Darn. I guess I'll have to make my own sexy Grover costume.

Pictured is a young physician by the name of Dr. Roger Starner Jones. His short two-paragraph letter to the White House accurately puts the blame on a "Culture Crisis" instead of a "Health Care Crisis"... It's worth a quick read:

Dear Mr. President:
During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone.

While glancing over her patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"! During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one pack of cigarettes every day, eats only at fast-food take-outs, and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer. And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture" a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.

Respectfully,
ROGER STARNER JONES, MD

"This cannot be natural!"

Hey lady, as the great Antoine Dodson (see below) would say, "You are so dumb. You are really dumb. Fo real."