Oh gee, here's another reality show that feeds on people's low self-esteems.
Man, I am so sick of how plastic surgery is overly promoted. Shows like Extreme Makeover and this new The Swan are pretty much telling the public that if you don't have a Barbie doll body, you can never be truly happy and you ought to constantly feel ashamed of yourself until you dish out the thousands of dollars to have something done.
I mean, in the cases where a person has a severe abnormality (be it since birth or from a car accident, for example), I can understand why they'd want to get plastic surgery. But what I can't stand is when people who look FINE complain that their nose is all wrong, their breasts are too small, their chin is different, blah blah blah. There is no such thing as an "ideal" or "perfect" body; what may be suitable for one person may not be healthy for another. Just because one doesn't look like some pop star *coughSPEARScough* doesn't mean that she/he doesn't have anything to be proud about.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Monday, March 29, 2004
My sister came back from her trip to New York City this evening, and there was a rather amusing/ridiculous incident that she said happened at an information centre in the States. What happened is that the coach bus broke down shortly after they crossed the Canadian-US border, so all the students had to wait (for 5 hours, lol) at a nearby info centre. The staff at the centre seemed to be extremely annoyed at their presence, because when one of the students accidentally dislodged a doorknob, they called the police. For real.
When the cops arrived, they said, "These damn Canadians are vandalizing our property!" One of the teachers went to pick up the fallen doorknob to see if she could fix it, and one of the staff members snapped, "Don't touch that, and get the hell out of here."
Damn. So maybe this is why tourists are afraid to ask for directions in New York. :|
When the cops arrived, they said, "These damn Canadians are vandalizing our property!" One of the teachers went to pick up the fallen doorknob to see if she could fix it, and one of the staff members snapped, "Don't touch that, and get the hell out of here."
Damn. So maybe this is why tourists are afraid to ask for directions in New York. :|
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Ehehehee I just love today's Foxtrot comic. When I read it this morning at 6:30 AM, I was totally cracking up, even though I'm normally half-conscious at that hour. Heh heh, stupid dwarves; a good Balrog attack should set their minds straight.
That really IS a good idea, putting a Balrog in Snow White and the Seven Dwarves! That would compensate for Snow White's annoying sweetie-pie voice and the story's dumb-ass ending.
That really IS a good idea, putting a Balrog in Snow White and the Seven Dwarves! That would compensate for Snow White's annoying sweetie-pie voice and the story's dumb-ass ending.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
*GASP* I just discovered that Return of the King is coming out on video on May 25! That's so soon compared to the previous two movies! Unless I read the announcement wrong...*checks LOTR website again*...it IS coming out in May!!! WOO-HOO!!! ^_^
In my social geography class, we watched a documentary by Michael Moore called "Roger and Me". It focuses on the continually deteriorating condition of Flint, Michigan after General Motors shut down several of its plants, putting tens of thousands of workers out of work. While filming the documentary, Moore tried to track down the owner (or whatever the official business designation is) of GM, Roger Smith (hence the title "Roger and Me"), to ask him to visit Flint and see what happened to the city after the massive lay-offs.
A few points that really stood out to me are: 1) How run-down the city became; 2) Before GM left, it was normal for generation after generation to wind up working in the auto assembly line; 3) The number of people who got evicted from their homes (one family even got evicted on Christmas Eve. What a way to celebrate Christmas); and 4) One scene showed a rabit being whacked to death, skinned and gutted.
Let's start with Number 1: There was street after street of deteriorating infrastructure and abandoned houses and the like. A lot of the people who stayed in Flint had run-down homes, with cracked and leaky ceilings and whatnot. I'd really hate to end up in a place like that; it's such a depressing sight. It sure makes me appreciate the clean roads and beautiful greenery of the West Island.
Number 2: Moore mentions at the beginning how, with many Flint residents, their fathers, grandfathers, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc. all work or have worked at one of the GM plants. I find that a little scary; imagine knowing that someday you'd be doomed to the repetitiveness and unrewarding experience of working in an assembly line day after day, month after month, year after year? Oh god, that's like having to work at that printing company (where I worked for two summers) for the rest of my life! Coiling books day in and day out! AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!! I'd rather pack up my stuff and flee to another city!
Number 3: There were quite a number of people who couldn't pay the rent after being laid off by GM, and were evicted. Man, where does one go after losing their home? Especially if an evictee doesn't have other relatives in the city...
Number 4: There was this lady who would sell rabbits (as either pets or food) to make money. She talked about how she would have to butcher them when they reached a certain age, because they get bigger and the cage gets cramped, and the males would fight and even castrate each other (apparently they would bite each other's balls off). One scene showed her whacking a rabbit to death (if I'm not mistaken, that was the same rabbit she was holding and petting in the scene right before that), and then she hung it upside down to skin and gut it. When this icky scene started, there was a collective gasp in the auditorium.
Oh yeah, and there was this other part where Moore talked about how the city opened another jail (because of overcrowding in the original jail), and the night before the official opening, a bunch of couples paid $100 each to spend the night in jail. Um, okay, whatever floats your boat. So anyway, it was organized like a big party, where people got to have their fingerprints taken, wear the stupid black and white striped jail outfit and have a mug shot taken. And then they got to sleep in a jail cell. They seemed to be having such a blast, too, for some weird reason.
A few points that really stood out to me are: 1) How run-down the city became; 2) Before GM left, it was normal for generation after generation to wind up working in the auto assembly line; 3) The number of people who got evicted from their homes (one family even got evicted on Christmas Eve. What a way to celebrate Christmas); and 4) One scene showed a rabit being whacked to death, skinned and gutted.
Let's start with Number 1: There was street after street of deteriorating infrastructure and abandoned houses and the like. A lot of the people who stayed in Flint had run-down homes, with cracked and leaky ceilings and whatnot. I'd really hate to end up in a place like that; it's such a depressing sight. It sure makes me appreciate the clean roads and beautiful greenery of the West Island.
Number 2: Moore mentions at the beginning how, with many Flint residents, their fathers, grandfathers, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc. all work or have worked at one of the GM plants. I find that a little scary; imagine knowing that someday you'd be doomed to the repetitiveness and unrewarding experience of working in an assembly line day after day, month after month, year after year? Oh god, that's like having to work at that printing company (where I worked for two summers) for the rest of my life! Coiling books day in and day out! AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!! I'd rather pack up my stuff and flee to another city!
Number 3: There were quite a number of people who couldn't pay the rent after being laid off by GM, and were evicted. Man, where does one go after losing their home? Especially if an evictee doesn't have other relatives in the city...
Number 4: There was this lady who would sell rabbits (as either pets or food) to make money. She talked about how she would have to butcher them when they reached a certain age, because they get bigger and the cage gets cramped, and the males would fight and even castrate each other (apparently they would bite each other's balls off). One scene showed her whacking a rabbit to death (if I'm not mistaken, that was the same rabbit she was holding and petting in the scene right before that), and then she hung it upside down to skin and gut it. When this icky scene started, there was a collective gasp in the auditorium.
Oh yeah, and there was this other part where Moore talked about how the city opened another jail (because of overcrowding in the original jail), and the night before the official opening, a bunch of couples paid $100 each to spend the night in jail. Um, okay, whatever floats your boat. So anyway, it was organized like a big party, where people got to have their fingerprints taken, wear the stupid black and white striped jail outfit and have a mug shot taken. And then they got to sleep in a jail cell. They seemed to be having such a blast, too, for some weird reason.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
I don't know if all city bus drivers are like this, but a significant proportion of Montreal bus drivers tend to be somewhat tempermental and grouchy. So I was a bit surprised when I stepped onto the 221 this afternoon, and the bus driver was grinning from ear to ear. I thought, "Whoa, a cheery bus driver? That's new." Almost a paradox or something. It was actually a little creepy, too, how big his smile was; almost as if he was gonna say, "Heh heh heh, hello passengers, enjoy the ride...bwah-hah-haaaa!"
Okay, so admittedly I have a crazy imagination. Maybe that'll explain why I have the most distorted dreams at night, lol.
Okay, so admittedly I have a crazy imagination. Maybe that'll explain why I have the most distorted dreams at night, lol.
Monday, March 08, 2004
Hmm, looks like there's another virus going around. Since I last checked my e-mail a couple of hours ago, four people sent me attachments infected with the "W32.Netsky.K@mm" virus (which I obviously didn't open; I never open attachments without scanning them first), sent as a PIF file.
Friday, March 05, 2004
Ah, another hilarious quote from Internet Bumper Stickers:
"I favor gay marriage. Why shouldn't they be as miserable as the rest of us?"
"I favor gay marriage. Why shouldn't they be as miserable as the rest of us?"
