We didn’t even get through the first weekend of release before people started weighing in on the politics behind the smash hit THe Hunger Games. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise anyone, but I found it both amusing and sad. People can somehow co-op any message to be about their particular cause. Trust me, Donald Duck has a lot to say about diabetes…you just won’t understand a word of it.
I always like the idea of really elaborate schemes to teach simple lessons. It’s sort of the whole sitcom mentality where an adult character creates an elaborate setup for a Halloween episode all just to teach the kids to listen to their parents, or drink milk…I forget which.
I’m fairly certain that most corporate (or in this case, academic) communication works like this. You’d think that all those canisters would be expensive, but tehy’re actually surprisingly affordable.
The rat and cat can’t even fight over normal issues when disrupting communication is at stake.
When I was a kid there was a constant fight between those who preferred the Eskimo Pie and those who preferred the Dream Bar. If you were headed to the grocery store, you knew you had to make a claim for your favorite or else be forced eating ice cream that didn’t exactly fit your personal taste. Oh, the many inhumanities we suffer in this day and age.
The workplace fridge is one of the most disgusting sites on earth. The smell that emanates from it is enough to make dogs tuck tail and run. I suspect the image many of us have of Hell as molten rock and fire is way off base. Hell is a giant workplace fridge you can never escape from.
It’s kind of funny when a player is superstitious and refuses to change their socks during a winning streak. It’s kind of sad when a fan does the same thing. You hope that they’re just kidding and don’t actually believe they have anything to do with the game.
You hope.
I am a huge fan of sugared cereal. In fact, I’m not sure things without sugar deserve to be called cereal. I suppose they’re basically porridge.
I like Froot Loops, Lucky Charms, and assorted other cereals that will surely give me a heart-attack before I’m 40. I’m guessing the fruit in Froot Loops is misspelled for legal reasons, since they contain nothing remotely close to fruit.
At this point, I’m not even sure people care who gets the Republican nomination for President. I think a large majority of people are just being entertained by the best series on television this year. You have plot twists with Herman Cain, and emotional breakdowns with Rick Perry. You have the straight man in Mitt Romney, and the crazy uncle in Newt Gingrich. Or maybe that’s Ron Paul?
Regardless of plot developments, I think both Democrats and Republicans are so entertained they hate to see all this end.
We always buy our cats some catnip and a toy for Christmas. They almost always get more enjoyment from leftover wrapping paper and empty boxes. There’s probably a lesson on consumerism here.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Awesome Kwanzaa! Enjoy the holidays, folks.
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