I recently joined twitter. Am I late?
Well anyway, so this website right… I don’t really get it. It’s comparable to facebook minus everything but the status of others which I never cared about to begin with. Now I have this lovely site Twitter that tells me everything and more about what I don’t have any interest in, plus celebrities. Facebook = Social Networking, Twitter= Stalking. Followers? Why can’t I just be friends like facebook lets me? Or I could be a fan of someone famous that I obviously don’t know on a personal level. No I have to be a follower how creepy is that. What if they really follow me, I joined and 2 minutes later a 43 year old man was following me... I want none of that. This really is stalking isn’t it? Basically, it’s a play by play of daily life. I hope to use Twitter to update absolutely false information of what I’m doing to make it more interesting. Currently there is very little interesting information on Twitter. Until James Franco updates his exact location on Twitter, I’ll never see the benefits of this site. Really Twitter? You really were able to create a website of absolutely nothing and succeed, really? Why can’t I think of something so obvious to be a success?
<33Nicole
P.S. if you’d like to hear more about exactly what I’m doing, follow me on twitter ;).
(This excludes anyone that has a colored dot on the registered sex offender map)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Really Nestle?
Does anyone remember this?
I recently came across this video again, and the jingle certainly struck a chord in my brain...probably something like ten years ago, sitting in my old living room probably getting ready to watch an episode of Hey Arnold or something. Now I used to see this ad all the time when I was a young adolescent, but just came to the conclusion that this had to be the worst edible invention ever created by any food company.
Really Nestle? Really? A Wonderball? I must say, I've never consumed this product in my lifetime, but I think it's safe to say it's absolutely awful. I mean, small pieces of candy inside a ball of chocolate, wrapped in dye-soaked tin foil? First of all, talk about a choking hazard! I mean really, they're obviously marketing this for children. And really, who's going to want to eat chocolate AND sweet candy all at once? That's a horrible combination. And what the fuck, no wonder why childhood obesity is the way it is, when you have food companies making these Shitballs for kids to eat.
Doing a bit of research on this product, I found out that they were quickly taken off the shelves in the late 90s...and rightly fucking so! I'm surprised they even got past the marketing stage, let alone was distributed in stores.
The slogan for this was "I WONDER what's in my Wonderball?" Well, this product certainly makes me WONDER...like I WONDER what the fuck was wrong with the people at Nestle for creating this piece of shit. And Really Nestle? Really? Did you Really have to make this? Weren't making enough sales with your THOUSANDS of other products? Your $110 billion revenue wasn't good enough? My advice - stick to the Crunch bar.
Godspeed,
Sean
I recently came across this video again, and the jingle certainly struck a chord in my brain...probably something like ten years ago, sitting in my old living room probably getting ready to watch an episode of Hey Arnold or something. Now I used to see this ad all the time when I was a young adolescent, but just came to the conclusion that this had to be the worst edible invention ever created by any food company.
Really Nestle? Really? A Wonderball? I must say, I've never consumed this product in my lifetime, but I think it's safe to say it's absolutely awful. I mean, small pieces of candy inside a ball of chocolate, wrapped in dye-soaked tin foil? First of all, talk about a choking hazard! I mean really, they're obviously marketing this for children. And really, who's going to want to eat chocolate AND sweet candy all at once? That's a horrible combination. And what the fuck, no wonder why childhood obesity is the way it is, when you have food companies making these Shitballs for kids to eat.
Doing a bit of research on this product, I found out that they were quickly taken off the shelves in the late 90s...and rightly fucking so! I'm surprised they even got past the marketing stage, let alone was distributed in stores.
The slogan for this was "I WONDER what's in my Wonderball?" Well, this product certainly makes me WONDER...like I WONDER what the fuck was wrong with the people at Nestle for creating this piece of shit. And Really Nestle? Really? Did you Really have to make this? Weren't making enough sales with your THOUSANDS of other products? Your $110 billion revenue wasn't good enough? My advice - stick to the Crunch bar.
Godspeed,
Sean
Monday, May 11, 2009
Really van drivers?
Let me just start off by mentioning that I was just watching Dancing with the Stars for a little bit, (no homo) and Shawn Johnson is freaking adorable. This has nothing to do with the following post, but I thought it was worth mentioning.
Anyway, this post will be quite brief, and it is aimed towards minivan drivers. Yes that's right, I'm talking to you soccer moms, as well as those handful of 17-year-olds who just got their license and are driving their parents old minivan until they can gather up the cash for a new car. Look, if you're going to drive a minivan, PLEASE know how to drive a vehicle to begin with.
So I'm out with my brother the other day, and a white minivan was backing out of a parking spot, thus blocking in my brother's automobile from accelerating any further. The woman, (yes it was a woman, need I say more? (sorry Nicole)) attempted to back fully out of the spot for approximately 26 seconds. The average human being backs out of a parking spot within 5 seconds. Really white minivan woman? Really? 26 seconds? Please people, learn how to operate your vehicle.
This post was kind of pointless...but Shawn Johnson is extremely good-looking.
Peace,
Sean
Anyway, this post will be quite brief, and it is aimed towards minivan drivers. Yes that's right, I'm talking to you soccer moms, as well as those handful of 17-year-olds who just got their license and are driving their parents old minivan until they can gather up the cash for a new car. Look, if you're going to drive a minivan, PLEASE know how to drive a vehicle to begin with.
So I'm out with my brother the other day, and a white minivan was backing out of a parking spot, thus blocking in my brother's automobile from accelerating any further. The woman, (yes it was a woman, need I say more? (sorry Nicole)) attempted to back fully out of the spot for approximately 26 seconds. The average human being backs out of a parking spot within 5 seconds. Really white minivan woman? Really? 26 seconds? Please people, learn how to operate your vehicle.
This post was kind of pointless...but Shawn Johnson is extremely good-looking.
Peace,
Sean
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Really Victoria Secret?
Really Victoria Secret?
This is a blog solely done by me, Nicole, obviously because I wouldn’t expect Sean to know or want to get involved with the corporation that I speak of.
Victoria Secret: Known for the best lingerie in the world. Probably the biggest store anyone thinks of when they think of bras. So Victoria Secret, you create bras with massive padding and push up for girls big and small but then… your counterpart line PINK makes shirts that would only fit a small child? How could this be? Do any of your bras even fit into these damn shirts? I think not. Was PINK meant for little girls and no one ever told me? Maybe you should attach this shit to the limited too not Victoria Secret. In addition to this; PINK sweatpants? HUGE! What am I a three year old girl on the top of my body and then a line backer on the bottom? I don’t believe so and surely hope not. Anyway, majority of shirts that I (formerly) bought from PINK had to be a size large. Not saying I’m small or anything but there are plenty of larger girls then me. HELLO THIS IS AMERICA WE ARE FAT! Who are you selling too? Really Victoria Secret!? In lieu of my distress I began to think something must go terribly wrong in their factories and I decided to Google the location of where they may be, wondering where all these manufacturing errors take place. What you see below is what I found…
“A new report reveals that Victoria's Secret's factory workers in Jordan work 14-15 hour days for 75 cents an hour and get beaten when they fall behind. Do reports like these change the way you shop?”
Wow Victoria Secret no wonder you suck! You beat your workers! They’re falling behind because they’re working 14-15 hours DUH. Not only are they going to be tired now you’re going to beat them. I can’t imagine why they would create such unsuccessful and poorly fitting items. Maybe it’s the fact their sewing with bruised and bloody limbs!? That has well fit shirts written all over it, and as for the oversized pants, they probably take the fabric throw in some elastic and yell a big fuck you to you violent assholes paying them 75 cents an hour. That’s cheap and you guys are cheap. With all the money you’re profiting you should buy some more fabric so your size small shirts won’t only fit around by bicep alone. To conclude my rant I would like to state how unsuccessful and overpriced the store in fact is. You’re lucky if I ever buy another thing from PINK and if I do and I find a Jordan factory workers blood on it there’s going to be a lawsuit larger than all the ads of Heidi Klum in a bra could ever raise enough money to pay off.
Salutations,
Nicole
Also a side note to Victoria Secret; Size Large Really!? ME? I’m 5 foot nothing. Way to just slay self esteem you bastards.
This is a blog solely done by me, Nicole, obviously because I wouldn’t expect Sean to know or want to get involved with the corporation that I speak of.
Victoria Secret: Known for the best lingerie in the world. Probably the biggest store anyone thinks of when they think of bras. So Victoria Secret, you create bras with massive padding and push up for girls big and small but then… your counterpart line PINK makes shirts that would only fit a small child? How could this be? Do any of your bras even fit into these damn shirts? I think not. Was PINK meant for little girls and no one ever told me? Maybe you should attach this shit to the limited too not Victoria Secret. In addition to this; PINK sweatpants? HUGE! What am I a three year old girl on the top of my body and then a line backer on the bottom? I don’t believe so and surely hope not. Anyway, majority of shirts that I (formerly) bought from PINK had to be a size large. Not saying I’m small or anything but there are plenty of larger girls then me. HELLO THIS IS AMERICA WE ARE FAT! Who are you selling too? Really Victoria Secret!? In lieu of my distress I began to think something must go terribly wrong in their factories and I decided to Google the location of where they may be, wondering where all these manufacturing errors take place. What you see below is what I found…
“A new report reveals that Victoria's Secret's factory workers in Jordan work 14-15 hour days for 75 cents an hour and get beaten when they fall behind. Do reports like these change the way you shop?”
Wow Victoria Secret no wonder you suck! You beat your workers! They’re falling behind because they’re working 14-15 hours DUH. Not only are they going to be tired now you’re going to beat them. I can’t imagine why they would create such unsuccessful and poorly fitting items. Maybe it’s the fact their sewing with bruised and bloody limbs!? That has well fit shirts written all over it, and as for the oversized pants, they probably take the fabric throw in some elastic and yell a big fuck you to you violent assholes paying them 75 cents an hour. That’s cheap and you guys are cheap. With all the money you’re profiting you should buy some more fabric so your size small shirts won’t only fit around by bicep alone. To conclude my rant I would like to state how unsuccessful and overpriced the store in fact is. You’re lucky if I ever buy another thing from PINK and if I do and I find a Jordan factory workers blood on it there’s going to be a lawsuit larger than all the ads of Heidi Klum in a bra could ever raise enough money to pay off.
Salutations,
Nicole
Also a side note to Victoria Secret; Size Large Really!? ME? I’m 5 foot nothing. Way to just slay self esteem you bastards.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Really school policy?
Friday, May 1, 2009: Pack up belongings, check out of dormitory, ready for the summer to commence.
Thursday, May 7, 2009: Final Essay due for Business Ethics. No problem right? I'll write it while i'm at home, upload that bad boy to Blackboard, and before i know it I'll be sipping on a margarita under the beautiful sun. Hang on...what's that professor? You want us to meet on May 7th to hand in our exams AND upload them online? Well can't we just upload it? Oh, it's a school policy that every student must hand in the assignment in person?
So let's do this math...I check out of my residence quarters on May 1st, and must meet in class May 7th. Now I suppose this means i must drive up 45 miles from my home, and 45 miles back...to hand in a hard copy of a paper? That's 90 miles, and approximately 2 and a half hours wasted for the following:
10:45:00 Walk into classroom
10:45:09 Place assignment on desk
10:45:18 Leave classroom.
So this was 90 miles, 2 and a half hours, and quarter tank of gas for 18 seconds of importance. I'm certainly not a master of arithmetic, but I really don't think that makes much mathematical sense. And all of this was because of, yes that's right, another one of Seton Hall University's lovely school policies. Right now I am sitting at home, in my upholstered chair, with the Air Conditioning ON, (shocker, right) and there is no policy telling me that I can't. It's the first day of my summer vacation, a brief and relaxing hiatus from the hardships of school, and I must say I feel a sense of liberation. The moral of this post is basically an ode to freedom, and I will raise my invisible glass and toast to liberation from The Seton Hall University for a few months. From Nicole and myself, until September, Good Tidings South Orange, NJ.
Godspeed,
Sean
Thursday, May 7, 2009: Final Essay due for Business Ethics. No problem right? I'll write it while i'm at home, upload that bad boy to Blackboard, and before i know it I'll be sipping on a margarita under the beautiful sun. Hang on...what's that professor? You want us to meet on May 7th to hand in our exams AND upload them online? Well can't we just upload it? Oh, it's a school policy that every student must hand in the assignment in person?
So let's do this math...I check out of my residence quarters on May 1st, and must meet in class May 7th. Now I suppose this means i must drive up 45 miles from my home, and 45 miles back...to hand in a hard copy of a paper? That's 90 miles, and approximately 2 and a half hours wasted for the following:
10:45:00 Walk into classroom
10:45:09 Place assignment on desk
10:45:18 Leave classroom.
So this was 90 miles, 2 and a half hours, and quarter tank of gas for 18 seconds of importance. I'm certainly not a master of arithmetic, but I really don't think that makes much mathematical sense. And all of this was because of, yes that's right, another one of Seton Hall University's lovely school policies. Right now I am sitting at home, in my upholstered chair, with the Air Conditioning ON, (shocker, right) and there is no policy telling me that I can't. It's the first day of my summer vacation, a brief and relaxing hiatus from the hardships of school, and I must say I feel a sense of liberation. The moral of this post is basically an ode to freedom, and I will raise my invisible glass and toast to liberation from The Seton Hall University for a few months. From Nicole and myself, until September, Good Tidings South Orange, NJ.
Godspeed,
Sean
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Really television?
Really Seton Hall television? Cutting out channel 11 right before the ending of One Tree Hill? This occurrence left thousands of girls and a few guys around the Seton Hall campus wondering how the episode ended. Even worse, Channel 11 was completely eliminated the following week, when special guest Nick Lachey was starring. We now do not know the state of Peyton Sawyer after her nearly fatal car accident last week. This is absolutely unacceptable; I feel like I have lost a special part of me when i can't even watch my favorite favorite favorite show. Way to go Seton Hall, you continue to ruin the lives of many.
Tidings,
Joanna (special guest writer)
Tidings,
Joanna (special guest writer)
Really Eclipse Gum?
Dear Wrigley,
I am an avid consumer of your Eclipse Gum product; however I recently came across quite the dilemma while attempting to remove a piece of spearmint gum from its packaging. As I reached in my bag, to grab out my former favorite type of gum, the last thing I envisioned was a bloody hand. I slid out the inner sleeve from the outer sleeve (cardboard, normal material used in packaging), yet inner sleeve (metal death machine) sliced open my finger like cheese in a grater. There was blood everywhere…everywhere! I found myself becoming weak, and my face began to turn pale. I did not have enough energy to call 911. Thank goodness my roommate walked in while I was passed out on the dirty, cold floor. One would think something as simple as removing gum from its wrapper would not turn into a violent massacre. Natural germ killing? More like natural cause of bodily injury. And really, Eclipse gum? Cardboard AND metal packaging? Trying to be fancy? Not cool enough for just one?
Good tidings,
Nicole and Sean
I am an avid consumer of your Eclipse Gum product; however I recently came across quite the dilemma while attempting to remove a piece of spearmint gum from its packaging. As I reached in my bag, to grab out my former favorite type of gum, the last thing I envisioned was a bloody hand. I slid out the inner sleeve from the outer sleeve (cardboard, normal material used in packaging), yet inner sleeve (metal death machine) sliced open my finger like cheese in a grater. There was blood everywhere…everywhere! I found myself becoming weak, and my face began to turn pale. I did not have enough energy to call 911. Thank goodness my roommate walked in while I was passed out on the dirty, cold floor. One would think something as simple as removing gum from its wrapper would not turn into a violent massacre. Natural germ killing? More like natural cause of bodily injury. And really, Eclipse gum? Cardboard AND metal packaging? Trying to be fancy? Not cool enough for just one?
Good tidings,
Nicole and Sean
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