OK, I figured that if the Master of Awesome John Green can count it as a blog entry, so can I.
Stolen from John Green who stole it from Facebook (where we have our own group, btw).
Type your name into Google with the verb that comes after in the question. Answer with your favorites from the first page of google results. Have fun!
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
A: Miss Tammy needs Ace Weekly (I kinda do. I haven't read one of those in years.)
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy looks like Tammy Wynette (Ummm...no. No, she does not. But she did see her in concert once. It was a painful experience that I don't like talking about.)
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy says "Now Thats What I Am Talkin About" (although, I would use better grammar)
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy wants to cry. (Well, not so much at the moment, but don't rule it out.)
Q:Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy does MySpace. (No, she doesn't. She does Facebook. I thought we already talked about this.)
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy hates hidden rooms. (Well, I've never actually been in a hidden room before, but I had always liked the idea of them. But maybe Google knows something I don't.)
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy asks [for an] outrageous fortune. (If you would be so kind as to give it to me now, that would be awesome.)
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy likes All-Star Company. (Well, I've never had company that consisted of all-stars, but it sounds like fun.)
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Miss Tammy eats the Dublin University Magazine. (And boy was it yummy. Full of fiber too.)
[Side note: This search actually pulled up this blog! Why? Do I talk about eating alot here?]
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
A: Miss Tammy wears Akita Wear. (OK, I clicked on the link and I don't think that's really my style.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
A: Miss Tammy was arrested for influential foofaraw. (I'm always getting in trouble for my influential foofaraw.)
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.
Miss Tammy loves Facebook (Ah-ha! Finally the truth is revealed!)
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Where did my flying car go?
Do you remember the 1950s? Yeah, me neither. But, according to all the movies and TV that I've watch, the 1950s were fairly awesome. You would go to school in your poodle skirt (if you were a girl...or a really eccentric guy, I guess), your "steady" would carry your books for you (once again, if you were a girl...guys had to do the heavy book carrying back in the day), when you got home Mom would have you a nice batch of warm cookies and cold glass of milk, and when you thought about the future you imagined flying cars and vacations to the moon.
So, here we are, in the future. Poodle skirts have been replaced with $100 pre-ripped jeans, you can't even get a guy to carry your iPod, cookies are considered high fat and probably cause cancer, milk could contain steroids and may be cruel to cows, and when we dream of the future we only see pain, death, and destruction.
Okay, okay. You're right. I would hate poodle skirts and quite possibly would punch someone that even suggested that I couldn't carry my own darn books. And, although it might not be the best thing for my diet, I still eat warm cookies with a tall glass of cold milk (even though I have to actually make it for myself). But I am feeling cheated out of having high hopes for the future.
I have recently read two excellent books, The Hunger Games (read it; read it now) and Unwind. Both are set in a future where things, quite frankly, suck. In The Hunger Games teenagers are forced to fight to the death on live television while teens in Unwind face the possibly of being taken apart, piece by piece, while they're still alive.
Ummm...ew.
I'm tired of science fiction telling me that our future is going to be a place where the world is covered in grime, happiness is a dream, and the moon has been knocked too close to the Earth. I want sunshine and rainbows and flying cars. Can someone please find me a book like that? (And if you happen to come across an actual flying car, I'd love one of those too.)
So, here we are, in the future. Poodle skirts have been replaced with $100 pre-ripped jeans, you can't even get a guy to carry your iPod, cookies are considered high fat and probably cause cancer, milk could contain steroids and may be cruel to cows, and when we dream of the future we only see pain, death, and destruction.
Okay, okay. You're right. I would hate poodle skirts and quite possibly would punch someone that even suggested that I couldn't carry my own darn books. And, although it might not be the best thing for my diet, I still eat warm cookies with a tall glass of cold milk (even though I have to actually make it for myself). But I am feeling cheated out of having high hopes for the future.
I have recently read two excellent books, The Hunger Games (read it; read it now) and Unwind. Both are set in a future where things, quite frankly, suck. In The Hunger Games teenagers are forced to fight to the death on live television while teens in Unwind face the possibly of being taken apart, piece by piece, while they're still alive.
Ummm...ew.
I'm tired of science fiction telling me that our future is going to be a place where the world is covered in grime, happiness is a dream, and the moon has been knocked too close to the Earth. I want sunshine and rainbows and flying cars. Can someone please find me a book like that? (And if you happen to come across an actual flying car, I'd love one of those too.)
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