Here at SWTCTW, we’re obligated to report on everything that delights us in the world of croc-hating. Ergo, I must share with you another great Overheard in New York, courtesy of McKorea:
Ten-year-old tourist girl wearing pink Crocs: Smoking is bad for you!
Smoking queer: Crocs are for retarded kids who can’t tie their own shoes.
Perhaps a little harsh, but remember people: CROCS NOT OKAY UNLESS YOU ARE DOING YARD WORK OR ARE UNDER THE AGE OF FOUR.
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So the other night (it may have been Saturday because Sarah and I may have spent ALL day carrying the world’s heaviest and largest furniture into our apartment while hungover), my friends and I lounged around and watched a movie. Our DVD player wasn’t working, but luckily, we still have the old standby of the VHS. You almost forgot that existed, didn’t you? Because we were working with videos, our choices were limited to the random movies I’d bought at Goodwill one day while purchasing a tacky Christmas vest, but there was one gem in the collection: My Best Friend’s Wedding.
How much did you love that movie? When we were younger, my sister and I would rewind the scene where they sing in the restaurant over and over again until forced to stop. (Remember the waiters waving their lobster hands?) And just the other day, “Wishin’ and Hopin'” came on the radio and Kelsey and I found ourselves separately reminiscing about the awkwardly wonderful karaoke scene (even though “Wishin’ and Hopin'” is not the karaoke song. Weird, right?).
The movie was still wonderful, a decade-ish later. Julia Roberts was still evil in such a lovable way; Cameron Diaz’s hair was still strangely awful; and Dermot Mulroney was still smokin’ hot:
And was I the only one in the universe who had a raging crush on Michael’s little brother? According to my friends, I was. Here’s a clip of what is arguably one of the best scenes in a movie, ever. Sorry for the crappy quality, but please be sure to notice how adorable Michael’s bro is:
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Dear readers, let’s take a break from the insanity that is the Olympics (and a breather from our FURY that Natsia Liukin got second in the uneven bars even though she TIED the Chinese child), and focus on the red-headed stepchild of sports: extreme yo-yo.
You heard me right. The wacky little toy that you loved as a child — despite the fact that your tricks were limited to tossing it up and down really fast (or was that just me?) — is back with a vengeance. The 2008 World Yo-Yo Contest was recently held in Orlando, and perhaps because they aren’t owned by NBC, the New York Times was allowed to cover the event. I should warn you that the article on the contest is at times a little too, er, punny, with gems like these:
But any national rivalries are just loose slipknots untangled by the Internet, where tricks are traded and friendships are tied.
“They have the language of the string,” Gregory Cohen, the event’s organizer, said.
They have the language of the string? SERIOUSLY, GREGORY?!
Still, I have to admit that it’s a kind of cool sport (hobby?). There are seven different divisions, and each one is pretty nuts. Just try to imagine this:
In 4A, the off-string division, some competitors cast the string, like a whip or a fishing rod, and wrapped it around the axle of an airborne yo-yo. The string-on-string friction was enough for the string to virtually tie itself and snare the spinning yo-yo. It was like watching a frog’s tongue zap a fly.
At first, my brain honestly could not process that. (An off-string yo-yo competition? Isn’t that an oxymoron?) But this video proves that it is not:
Kid’s got skillz. Who needs Warped Tour and skate parks when you’ve got a yo-yo and hundreds of hours of inspirational YouTube videos?
P.S. If you’re feeling frisky (and by frisky I mean bored), take a look at this Web page about yo-yo trivia.
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Courtesy of the Merriman offspring:
You’ve got to appreciate the honesty, eh?
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Sooo this isn’t a six-word headline, but I’ll allow it:
“Rice, in Georgia, Calls on Russia to Pull Out Now”
That’s what she said?
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New York correspondent Lana sent me this video, which proved once and for all that Ryan Lochte and I are destined for each other. Unforunately, it’s not on YouTube, so I can only give you the link. The point is, he loves breakfast sandwiches. Fated, no? And apparently he also loves salt. I can see it now: we’ll be married and I’ll be fat and pregnant, while he’ll still be hot and siwmmer-y. We’ll start every day with a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich, and then go home and do lines of salt off of his gold medals.
Want more? Me too:
That’s the grill he wore while accepting his silver medal at the 2007 World Championships in Melbourne.
Here’s another video of Lochte after the Olympic Trials:
Perhaps not the most eloquent of speakers, but perfect nonetheless. And those other bitches who think they love him better back the fuck off. He’s mine.
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As you might expect, there’s some news floating around in cyberspace today, so for you, dear readers, I have compiled a roundup:
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Wow, so I’m a terrible blogger because I forgot the Hump Day Cry Face last week AND this week. To make up for it, I’ll give you two. Consider this a dedication to life in DC:
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Look at these pictures, then tell me how anyone could possibly want to vote for John McCain.
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I get weekly updates from the site Overheard Everywhere, where people can submit the ridiculous things they overhear (pretty self-explanatory there). This week, there were some pretty good ones:
Guy to another: Dude, she’s way out of your league. She’s in the Majors and you’re a tee-ball coach with questionable photos on your computer.
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Hungover guy: Man, I got so fucked up last night. The last thing I remember was walking into the bathroom. And then this morning I woke up to the sound of someone yelling “Who the fuck are you?” So, naturally, I responded with, “Well, who the fuck are you?” and then I looked around and said, “Wait…yeah, I might be in the wrong place.” And the guy goes, “Wait, no, I think I might be in the wrong place.”
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Female office worker: Once I was at this club and there was a mirror across from me. Not only did I walk into it and break it accidentally, but before I did it, I remember looking at myself and saying, “Who is this bitch?” and then, crash. I talked shit about myself and then I broke the mirror.
Ha ha! People are funny. Keep your ears peeled.
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six words to change the world. 