Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Roy G. Biv

All things are just better when they are colourful (some are not), but probably not accepted as a norm if coloured.

As you can see from the picture right there, bacon can be coloured.  I also assume that the colour effects the taste - for the better that is.  Bacon is amazing as it is, why not have it in pink?

Now I have no idea why people are against dyeing kittens.  In non toxic dye of course, maybe even dye them with kool-aid.  They are fuzzy, and whats funner than a fuzzy lime green meow box?

Yes, lets all get grossed out now.  But apparently poo comes in many different colours, except this time, you actually don't want any colour other than brown.  I came across some site that explained poo colours, and lets just say you should probably call the doctor if you manage to pass some white poo.

Am I treading on the edge of conversational norms yet?  I came across some coloured ones the other day, and thought to myself "whats the point?", still no answer to that, but why not, right?

They are named brownies.  They have to be brown...or do they?  Why not make some pinkies?  orangies?  purpleies.... I think coloured brownies would be amazing.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Not Quite An Average Post

No sarcasm, no rude remarks, no innuendos. Just poetry. Literally.
This blog is about all things sweet and list worthy, and poetry is both. Here are some of the best poems out there:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why - Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

A Dream Within A Dream - Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven - William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Rollin Rollin Rollin

Does your desk chair (or sitting chair, or bean bag chair) have wheels, but no lock on the wheels? Mine does, and with sub par laminate flooring, it can get really annoying sometimes:

Wind is my enemy.
My desk is beside a window, I feel like if I open my window, and a gust of wind comes into my room, I'd just start rolling away because the chair wheels have a mind of their own.

When I sit down, I want to sit down, not roll away.
Unless I sit down on my chair in a gingerly manner (and not just plop on like I usually do), the chair rolls backwards at the moment of sitting. I'd normally be fine with this, but when I'm all in essay mode, I don't want to roll away from my desk, it just gives me an excuse to not do homework.

A rolly chair however, also has its pros:

I never have to walk.
I have legs, but why use them when I have wheels? I just give myself a nice push away from the desk, and I'm at my bookshelf.

I have the option of rolling down a hill.
I can't wait for summer. Me, my chair, and a nice steep (but soft) hill.

My bed also has wheels that don't lock, but thats a whole another story in itself.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

And Again.

So, as I'm currently watching Iron Man 2 (yes I'm slow on the uptake), I realized a few things about movies. As you rediscover the blog from dusting off the cobwebs (like I did), share with the world what you have noticed about movies and tv shows.

Villians are easier to beat when there is more than one of them.
Seriously, I remember this one episode of Teen Titans, where there were like a billion of some bad guy, and little robin took them out no problem. Then they came across another bad guy, but this time, only one bad guy, yet the it took the entire team like half the episode to figure out how to beat him.

Food = Super powers.
Spinach and Popeye.
Scooby Snacks and Scooby + Shaggy.
Carrots + dude from Kill Em All.
Need I say more?

Cartoons always wear the same clothes.
Little Lulu always has her little red dress on. Sometimes the cartoon makers even show the closet of the character in question, and we can literally see like 50 of the same thing hanging in their closet.

Every science lab has a fake skeleton.
In all the science classes I've ever been to, I've never seen one. Not even outside of a science class. (The dollar store during Halloween doesn't count)