A few years ago one of my best friends and I had a whirlwind vacation out to Los Angeles. I had just returned from a family vacation to southern Germany and the very next weekend I am back on a plane to LA for the weekend. Yes, you heard me right, I said for the weekend. Normally, when I go places I like to go and stay for a while. That way I get to see things and experience the area more.
We flew into LAX and went straight to our hotel. We were in town for the very first Farscape convention which was being held in our hotel. We really did not have the need to drive anywhere so neither of us had rented a car. So no going anywhere other than the convention or so you would think.
Between convention events we went out to Griffiths Park to visit Forrest J Ackerman’s sci-fi museum, which was amazing. Then that evening my best friend from high school who was now living in LA picked us up and gave us a late night tour of the city. Renee drove us all over the place. She took Mary and me to this neat little sci-fi cafe and out to the coast so Mary could touch the pacific ocean. This was my Mary’s first trip to Los Angeles and it would have been more interesting for her had we had the time to actually take some sightseeing tours a bit, but we did not.
We’ll just have to plan more carefully and take the time to schedule something through TrustedTours.com. Hey, they may even be offering up a contest to win a tour. That would be cool. I know right now you can win $150 iTunes gift card just for signing up to their newsletter.
I think the post writer’s strike slump that seems to plague all of television these days has finally hit my favorite sitcom, The Big Bang Theory.
The last two episodes where Sheldon’s twin sister visits and Leonard’s birthday party were just lacking that extra spark of geekiness I have come to love since this show has been on the air.
Well I look forward to a fresh start and a bunch of great episodes next season. (In case you can’t figure that out that is a hint CBS. Light a fire under those writers of yours.)
Frontier(s) is a horror film coming out of France (seems like all of the really good scary films these days are foreign). I am telling you just the trailer will scare the pants off of you. If you like Hostel (the first film not the sequel) or SAW (any of them) you are bound to like Frontier(s).
This is the only horror movie from Horrorfest 2007 that was too disgusting and horrible for mainstream theaters. However, even though it is unrated and bloody disgusting Frontier(s) did make it to a few select theaters this past May 9th. I see it is still running in Philadelphia so maybe I will get the chance to see it on the big screen although the unrated, uncut DVD hit streets May 13th.
Lionsgate films sure know how to get our adrenalin pumping.
Mom always told me that people that had diabetes like her were shaped like her with thin legs and rounder in the middle. Turns out she might actually be right.
Scientists are now saying that the fat found around the hips and thighs may actually protect you against getting the disease. So it turns out a big bottom just might be good for you. Hey, my fat ass just might save my life.
According to the Rueter’s article, “Researchers have known for some time that fat that collects in the abdomen — known as visceral fat — can raise a person’s risk of diabetes and heart disease, while people with pear-shaped bodies, with fat deposits in the buttocks and hips, are less prone to these disorders.” So I guess she was right.
They have found that transplanting subcutaneous fat from those areas to the stomach can help improve a person’s sensitivity to insulin.
Find more information on how your big butt is good for you by reading the following:
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin
That’s what I said.
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read.
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo.
I love to sink her with my pink torpedo.
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes,
My gal’s got ‘em.
Big bottom,
Drive me out of my mind.
How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on monday, twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean.
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean.
My love gun’s loaded and she’s in my sights
Big game’s waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mud flaps
My gal’s got ‘em.
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind.
How can I leave this behind?
