Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Give us news, not bullshit



Well, now you've done it, Today Show.


If you aren't spending the morning telling me what I shouldn't eat, you're telling me what I should be eating only to turn around a year later and tell me that very "healthy" thing I'd been working into my diet is now giving me every type of cancer known to man. In fact, it may have even invented two new forms of cancer in order to attack my body. Great. Your health segments! How they never cease to annoy me.

This lovely and frigid morning, I awoke to the dulcet tones of the "Eat This, Not That" guy. You know him. He wrote a set of books filled with sage advice such as: eat apples instead of ten packs of Oreos or some shit. He was chatting all about restaurant freebies and how that "little bread basket" on the table might be killing your diet. Since we are all so stupid that the Today Show took it upon themselves to give us this tidbit of info, let me dumb down my response to this: Uh...duh squared, buddy.

So what were these little restaurant freebies being ripped apart for their fat and sodium content? Really, [insert sarcasm here] shocking and surprising items like Red Lobster's delicious cheese biscuits, some Ruby Tuesday's-esque establishment's fantastical Bottomless French Fries, and Endless Pancakes from Denny's. Wow. Really? The only selections that could have possibly, maybe shocked viewers were the chips and salsa and soup and bread sticks from Olive Garden, but even that's a stretch. Why? Because this is America and, as a general rule, dining out in our country is just not healthy.

Today Show, I mean this with all due respect, please shut up. These segments are bogus and as filling as a basket full of free bread. No one watching this is learning a damn thing, because your audience is not comprised of five-year-old children. Adults are watching, and any grown ass person who thinks they'll be going to Denny's for a healthy meal needs to be slapped. They also need their citizenship and right to vote taken away, because their idiocy makes their ability to function in modern society a bit questionable. It isn't the knowledge of caloric content that we need as a country. We have the understanding. What we need is to care. And we don't. We don't care about fighting with one another, we don't care about killing one another, we don't care that we regularly discriminate against our own citizens because of their love interests, their color, or their religion. And we certainly don't care that we have made ourselves physically unhealthy by eating copious amounts of delicious, buttery, fluffy pancakes.

Find a missing child, please.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Yeah, it's been a while...

It's a jolly holiday, isn't it?

Caller: I was listening to the message about tonight's shows and I want you to know I'd like to see that Spoiler Alert show.

Me: Unfortunately, though, as the message said, we are sold out this evening.

Caller: Oh. Well, I was looking at the online thing and thought about buying tickets but I only need one ticket.

Me: Okay, but sadly we are sold out for the shows tonight.

Caller: But do you do any last minute rush tickets?

Me: No, we don't. There are no tickets available for tonight's shows.

Caller: Oh, so it really means sold out.

Me: Yes. As sold out show means the show is sold out.

Caller: So, like, but could I just get one ticket online or how can I do that?

Me: You can purchase up to ten tickets online.

Caller: So I could get one?

Me: You could just get one, yes. Or you could get more than one. But you can't get more than ten.

Caller: So I can do that for tonight?

Me: Not tonight, no, because we're sold out.

Caller: Oh! Well what about any other show?

Me: There are no shows tonight with ticket availability as per the message at the beginning of the call.

Caller: What about on other stages?

Me: All shows, all times, all stages are completely sold out tonight at the Second City.

Caller: Oh, so there are no tickets for tonight. How much are tickets?


And then I shot myself.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

See? That's not my problem.


Me: And could I get your credit card number, please?
Douche: Mmkay. You're gonna have to bear with me, alright? I'm driving 60 miles and hour down the road with my knee!

Sir, you've made me an accessory to something in which I never wanted to be involved in the first place. And your tone of voice makes me think that, somehow, I'm inconveniencing you. It isn't as if I called you up on your cell and interrupted your drive to see if you might be interested in "lemme get 11...NAH! Better make it 15. That doesn't make that much of a difference!" tickets for your employees on Thursday night. I was sitting here minding my own business, probably knitting, and you chose to call my place of work to make an over-the-phone order while operating a motor vehicle. The fact that you are endangering lives is not my problem, but yours. Quite frankly--you wreck your expensive car, I'll still be alive, and that's a fact. Suck on it a little.

Me: And could I just get the 4-digit code above your credit card number on the front of the card?
Douche: Jesus Christ!

Okay, no. That's a big no, sir. Again, let me remind you who began this transaction. If you are stressed it is your own damn fault. Also, why are you stressed? You just gave me your credit card number. I've asked four additional numbers that are right the fuck there on the front of your card! Please. Remain. Calm.

I'm calling Oprah about this.

Friday, October 29, 2010

It had to happen sooner or later...

To the woman who saw "WILL CALL" on her invoice and thought she had to call the box office to reserve tickets she'd already paid for...congratulations. You, madam, have destroyed what little faith I had left in humanity. It's been a long time coming, and many have gotten close, but you take home the coveted prize. Best of luck de-evolving back into an ape.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I am currently disgusted by "formerly"s

The Today Show... Why do I bother?

This morning, Meredith interviewed Stephanie Dolgoff, author of the book "My Formerly Hot Life." One day, Dolgoff awoke to find she was no longer a spring chicken but she also wasn't an old bat, so she was confused, poor thing. She could have left her husband and family and gone on some pretentious, soul-searching adventure through a foreign land, but someone already wrote that book, and now Julia Roberts is portraying the author in the film. Old. Hat.

What could she do but start another movement of epically, nonsensical proportions? She decided she was no longer a "young, hot girl" she was... "a formerly." Apparently, this is something women who are hitting their 40's are realizing, and they're all pouncing on Dolgoff's book like those shiny, green flies you see swarming around dead things or a pile of shit. Which is appropriate, because that's what all of this is... a pile of festering bullshit.

I am sick of women bitching about being women. Yes, sometimes we are discriminated against because of our tits, and that is upsetting. We can also rule the world with those things because, as a general rule, straight men are kind of dumb and entranced by them, and we should use that shit to our advantage. (And I'm not talking about whoring it up. Though, if that's your thing, go right ahead.)

Stephanie Dolgoff irritated me several times throughout the interview. "...when I became a formerly..." That is not a thing, Dolgoff!! You can't invent a term and then become that thing. What gives you the authority? You're just a chick whose boobs rest a bit lower! You're still a pretty lady. Get over yourself. She pissed me off the most when the following happened:

Meredith: You became, what you called "an adult tween" and it happened while you were riding on the subway. What happened?

Adult tween? You've already lost me, but I'm too busy getting dressed for work to change the station

Stephanie: Well I met my husband on the subway and back then I was considered, you know, pretty hot and flirting on the subway was a standard...

Are you kidding me with this? But wait... there's more

Stephanie:...And um, a guy said, "Excuse me, what time is it?" And I was like [insert eye roll here], "Ugh... here we go again..." And he just really wanted to know what time it was.

Meredith: He wasn't trying to pick you up.

I'm vocal now

Me: Seriously?

Stephanie: Not in any way, shape, or form. There was a series of signs, but that was one of them.

Me: Oh, please. Shut. The fuck. Up.

Yeah, there's a stigma attached to women aging and their sexuality but, according to Dolgoff, it's something that "no one was talking about." Really? Because I think it was called Sex and the City, and I'm pretty sure it also sucked. As a woman myself, I don't think I want to take advice from a former conceited bitch who woke up one day and realized gravity happens. I am somewhat confident, somewhat quirky and weird. I was that way before I started menstruation and I will be that way when I am perimenopausal. I do not need pretentious housewives with too much time on their hands telling me how to live my life as a woman by writing books. Unless I undergo surgery, I have no choice but to live my life as a woman, because I was born with these parts.

Stephanie Dolgoff and women like her act as if there's a day you wake and realize you have T&A, soft skin, better fashion choices and, therefore, this makes you different and you should automatically fight for equality for your own kind. I'm all for fighting for that, but if you aren't being directly oppressed at the time, then what the hell are you bitching about? Rights to equal pay = an important issue. Not getting hit on by strangers on the train once you've hit 40= not an issue. You have a husband. Go drink some fucking wine and stop being such a baby. Or, if standing up for human rights is your thing, why not speak on someone's behalf? Perhaps it could be for a person (or group of persons)currently dealing with a legitimate issue.

P.S. I act every now and then and would love to be in the film version of your book, Stephanie. But, I don't have excessive amounts of underarm flap yet, so we may need to put that off for another decade or two. Think about it. Get back to me. I love a good parody.

Monday, July 5, 2010

You probably shouldn't...

..do drugs because, if you become an addict, you are easy prey and fall victim to being tricked into being on a "show about addiction," which is really a HIT TELEVISION SHOW where you will, no doubt, be invited to an intervention. If you weren't so drugged out of your mind, you'd realize that shit's a lie. Especially by now. This show about interventions is a smash hit!

The show is called "Intervention" oddly enough.

Great Moments in Human Stupidity, vol. a gazillion

"Yeah, I heard your message saying you're sold out for tonight. Do you have any tickets for groups of 16 or more?"

Wow...

Wow. Amazing. (This title is sarcastic.)

The Today Show will never cease pushing my buttons. I guess that's why I love to hate it so.

This morning they featured a woman who has lost 100 pounds. No easy feat! I don't recall the woman's name or how long it took her to lose the weight, and I'm too lazy to go to Today's website to check it out myself. But they asked all the important questions when interviewing a weight loss...victim? Recipient? I don't know...insert proper word and continue...

"How on earth did you do it?"

This nameless woman started by cutting out the SIX SODAS she was drinking per day. She then moved on to eliminate the TWO JELLY DOUGHNUTS she ate for breakfast each morning. Oh, and then she exercised. Really? Jelly Doughnuts? Out of the vast array of fried, sugary goodness, jelly doughnuts don't even come close to the top of the list! That's not an opinion, that's just a fact. Look it up! If you're going to screw up, do it right!

Ah. Another success story from a follower of the No Shit Diet.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Wait. I don't get it.

"Do you have anything available for the Flu show on Saturday?"
"No, I'm sorry it is sold out."
"The 8 o'clock?"
"Yes, sir."
"How about the 11 o'clock?"
"That is sold out as well. The show is completely sold out for tomorrow."
"No. Not tomorrow. Saturday!"
"Sir, tomorrow is Saturday."
"Oh, yes. So are there tickets for tomorrow?"
"No, sir. Everything is sold out tomorrow."
"What about for anything else?"
"No, sir. The shows are sold out. "
"What about Studs?"
"That show is sold out tomorrow."
"Completely?"
"Yes."
"When did it sell out?"
"9:05am this morning."
"Really? That is interesting because I tried to get them online last night and the computer system would not process. . . "

[Silence. Because, what else could I do at this juncture?]

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Oh, yay!

Oh, hehehehehehe! Like, OMG! There's a baby growing in my tummy! I'm so stoked! And Thora Birch, too? Gah!