Is the world becoming a scarier place to live in, or are we just more aware of scary things because of social media?
Many people don’t watch or listen to the news because it’s too depressing or upsetting, and we have the feeling of “well, there’s nothing I can do about it.” Normally, I’m one of those people.
How many times have you gone to a doctor’s appointment or dentist appointment and were brought in within five minutes of your scheduled time? When I say “brought in” I mean: taken from the waiting room, entered the exam room and had the doctor come in right away. *crickets chirp* Thaaaat’s what I thought.
I have been yelled at dozens of times by my family to get contacts, or to “go put on your glasses!” “stop squinting!” ” you’re going to kill a pedestrian!” etc. etc. Have I hit a person before? Yes. But in my defense he and his bike came out of nowhere, and once he put his hand on the hood I knew he was there!
“I don’t feel like drawing, this is too much work.” This is basically my entire though process over the last month regarding the latest app craze, Draw Something. Like most relationships built on lust and infatuation, it only took about a month to go from complete obsession to complete disinterest as the weeks “drew” on.
Am I the only one who thinks this Mega Millions lottery thing is getting out of hand? Last I checked the lottery amount was up to 640 Million dollars. I am sure by later this afternoon it will reach over 700. People are going insane!
I feel like a horrible human being.
When people finish reading this article they will think, “Wow, Jackie is a huge bitch,” and they are probably right. I won’t lie, sometimes I can be kind of, well, bitchy.
I don’t want to be this way, but it just happens. Every now and then while out in public I tend to overreact and take my frustrations or annoyances out on the people around me. Sometimes these reactions are justified, but other times- like last night- I know I was wrong.
If you have an Ipod Touch and still want to maintain a social life- DO NOT READ THIS.
It has been over three months now, and I have yet to grow tired of flinging birds into wood planks and TNT.
As many of you know, there are tons of games that can be downloaded onto your Ipod. I am not a huge “gamer,” but my boyfriend insisted I start playing this fruit cutting ninja game. I was intrigued for a day or two, but it grew old and I soon wanted something different. After going through a list of the top rated Ipod Touch games, we stumbled across Angry Birds.
I remember the first moments when the game began. I slowly cocked my finger back and released a small red bird into a field of pigs. I didn’t understand it at first- why are we killing these innocent green piggies? So what, they stole the bird’s eggs? Big deal.
I would hit them with a bird and they appeared to be bruised up. I would hit them with another bird and then they poofed away leaving numbers to higher my score. When I would run out of birds and pigs were still remaining- even if bruised and broken- they would turn their frown into a smile and make oinking noises. That was when the “Level Failed” icon would appear. That is also when the addiction grew strong, and the hatred toward these green oinking bastards overtook me.
Going “down to the city” to see the New York Yankees has always been a big deal in the Bunt house. I’ve been a Yankee fan since 1965- listening to games out on Long Island on a warm summer evening on Grandpa’s transistor radio- I worked quite hard to bias my three daughters toward the New York Baseball nine during their formative years and managed to bat .333, as Jackie is an ardent fan.
Jackie told me she was taking me to the new stadium in the Bronx this year and bought a pair of tickets for this past Saturday. We drove a couple of hours to the train station bright and early and then headed south, arriving at the ballpark just in time for the game. We took a few cell phone snapshots to share our afternoon…
After trying to kill time since being unemployed, and searching for inspiration on what to write a Buntology story about, the first click of my Stumble-Upon button brought me to this article.
The article details high school students in Oklahoma who were brought to the principal’s office on suspicion of being high or drunk. But what the kids were actually high on was the music, mannn.
What the students had tried is “I-Dosing,” also known as digital drugs. This technology works through the use of multiple noises and tones, or “binaural beats,” in each ear (headphones a must!) to create a mind-altering effect. According to I-Doser.com,
” ..A simulated state can be achieved through the use of our advanced audio CDs, or the I-Doser Application, and a pair of high quality stereo headphones. Our Binaural process has been refined with years of research and development. With thousands of satisfied users, the I-Doser Labs CDs, MP3s, and the I-Doser Application for PCs continue to lead the industry as the only safe and effective method to achieve a simulated mood or experience.”
After being held up for nearly a decade due to conflicts over the economical benefits and potential environmental harms, the Cape Wind project will become the nation’s first offshore wind farm.
Cape Wind will consist of 130 wind-powered turbines that will be placed in the Nantucket Sound. This has sparked opposition from homeowners and environmentalists, and has played a role in the nine year delay of the project. The Alliance to Protect Nantucket Sound, stationed in Hyannis, Mass., said the turbines’ rotors could cause a catastrophic amount of kills in some of the six million birds that migrate through the region. Others have said that the fishermen working in the South Cape will be put out of business.
Also opposed to the project are leaders of the Wampanoag Indians, who have said that the turbine blades would destroy sunrise views that are essential for prayer ceremonies.
The late Senator Ted Kennedy also fought against this project’s development for many years. I am sure he had good reason, I mean, the turbines would be visible from the Kennedy family compound in Hyannisport. Not a pretty site, I would imagine.