Here’s a silly news piece about booby girls in bikinis selling fireworks, but the best part is the news reporter. Filled with double meanings, there is one classic part where he… well. I don’t want to give it all away. But it is HILARIOUS.
I’ve been trying to embed this video for 25 minutes, but it won’t let me. So just click this link. Make me happy. Do it.
And in case I’m too lazy to post tomorrow (quite likely), HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
Here is a Youtube gem! Brought to my attention by our Seoul correspondent, it is sure to impress. The clips come from a 1992 documentary about Wildwood, NJ. Just watch. You won’t be disappointed.
Apparently it’s Taylor Swift week here at SWTCTW. My sister — who certainly takes the cake for being the most diehard T. Swift fan in the family — just passed along this video, with this added commentary: “SHE CAN DO EVERYTHING. I love her love her, and ‘On a Boat’ is my new favorite song, could it get any better?”
No, dear sister, it probably couldn’t:
I’ve gotta say, my respect for the venerable T. Swift went up quite a bit after I saw this, much like my respect for Justin Timberlake (and T-Pain, now that you mention it) skyrocked after their SNL appearances. Who doesn’t love famous people who are willing to mock themselves?
Yes I’ve posted videos like this before. Yes, I’m obsessed with random dance routines in awkward public places, what of it? It’s hilarious! And that old man is really breaking it down. Does anybody want to start the DC Hammer Pants Dance brigade?
This time, Chris is late! HA! But anyway, I love his diagnosis…it’s hilarious!
I’m not a doctor, but I’m going to stand by my diagnosis. Anyone that saw Wednesday night’s episode knows what I’m talking about here – and I, for one, am concerned. Reality TV judges are at risk. Specifically, the female judge sitting in the middle seat of any given seems to be vulnerable to Paula Abdul Syndrome or, as we in the medical blogging community call it, PAS.
The symptoms of PAS are clear: slurred speech; wild hand gestures; crying; etc… symptoms often prompt weird looks or agitated comments from judges sitting nearby on the panel.
[Please entertain a small digression. This is a plea to all judges sitting near a PAS victim. They can’t help it. And it should help you to know that even though we aren’t there with you, it is just as painful for all of us to watch at home. Try to show some compassion, and know that you’re not alone. /digression]
The cause of PAS is still unknown, but medical experts (I) have begun to narrow down the suspected causes. To do this, they (I) had to rely on photographic and video evidence, as an in-person study of someone infected with PAS may be unsafe – and the experts (I) don’t want to be responsible for causing a pandemic.
So far, PAS seems to have attacked only women, although its too early to say for sure. The location of the infected judge’s seat seems to play a role as well. There just seems to be something about that middle seat. (An odd cause, you say? Maybe, but have you ever sat in the middle seat for a long flight? That’s what I thought – and I hope you will think twice before questioning the medical experts (me) again…) This brings us to the cups. Enough said there, I think. The wild hand gestures are an unresolved question for the experts studying PAS. So far its unclear whether or not they contribute to the cause of PAS, or if they are a symptom. These certainly are scary times.
Mary’s struggle with PAS was borderline distracting; but here are some of the best numbers from the night…
Today I learned what happens when I see a real live celebrity.
As you all know, I am a HUGE fan of The Office. Huge. This afternoon, as my friends Mouse and Katie and I were waiting at a crosswalk to walk into Central Park, Katie whispers “Steve Carell is on your left.” Being from Denver, I never see celebrities, and so I was a leetle disoriented by this comment. I looked to my left, and holy shit, there was Steve Carell! I stared, hyperventilated a little, and stared some more. It was most certainly him, and he was most certainly on a casual normal person jog. He would be. I nudged Mouse and told her to look at him. We whispered excitedly and stared blatantly. Obviously, none of us thought to say anything (I’d like to think he appreciated that), but he totally smirked and knew we were looking at him. Maybe he’ll blog about me tonight too!
I’m spending this weekend with my college BFFAEAEAEAEs in Hoboken/Manhattan/Brooklyn and I will be chronicling some of the weekend’s adventures, naturally, on SWTCTW.
But before any of that, I’d like to relay a story from my college roommate, Mouse. Her boyfriend and a couple of his buddies — normal city folk who don’t hunt or fish or camp regularly — are experimenting with removing themselves from civilization and living in the woods (with no modern comforts) for a while. The experiment was supposed to last 90 days, and has eventually whittled itself down to one week. I mean, it happens.
I asked Mouse about the BF’s wildnerness status last night. She said that, in fact, she had gotten an unexpected phone call from the BF the day before. Though he wasn’t supposed to have access to things like cell phones, the BF and his buddies had to make an emergency trip to Milwaukee (they had been in the Wisconsin wilderness) to drop off some deer carcass. Um, yeah.
Turns out, the BF and his buddies had set up some snares to trap smaller animals to eat, and they accidentally trapped a deer. When they found it the next morning, it was still alive, but was suffering and had two broken legs. Somehow, these three city boys managed to put the deer out of its misery, skin it, and chop it all up. But rather than letting the portion of the carcass that three boys can’t eat in a few days go to waste (or feeding it to a bear, or whatever it is that you do with excess deer carcass), they decided to drive three hours back to Milwaukee to drop the deer off in a freezer.
Anyway, this side trip gave the BF the chance to call Mouse, and she asked him what he had been eating for the past few days, as the boys had been determined to not bring along any food. This boy, a regular city kid who likes buffalo chicken wraps as much as the rest of us, had eaten nothing but the following for the better part of a week:
Two earth worms
Four frogs
One larvae
A sparrow (eyeballs and brains and everything!!!)
A SPARROW? A sparrow.
This story made me enjoy today’s uhm-mahzing Thai lunch just that much more.
Yeah yeah yeah, this was SO last week. (Maybe you haven’t seen it?) But here it is anyway! It still makes me laugh, even though the second half is not nearly as funny as the first half. Enjoy!
So, we just drank a bottle of champagne, ate three pounds of food (some of it vegetables, I swear!), and spent an hour trying to create some sort of “Best of SWTCTW” list. The problem is, all of our posts are so amazing, and we are so witty and entertaining and wonderful, that it’s hard to pick just a few select posts. Slash we drank a bottle of champagne and it’s just too hard to deal with stuff like that.
The point of all this is that Six Words To Change The World turned one today!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWTCTW! We were very excited when we realized this today, and you should be too. If you’ve been with us for the whole year (Dave, Susannah, Carlos, Mike, Abbey, Kelsey, Maddy, etc., we’re looking at you), thank you from the bottom of our bloggy hearts. (Kathleen: “I was just about to say, ‘Please write “bloggy hearts.” I hate you so much.'”) But seriously, thank you, everyone, for reading. Stick with us, and hopefully we can celebrate our second anniversary together next year. Until then, enjoy a little champagne, or maybe some cake, or maybe just this video (we’re still laughing, a LOT, a year later):