Wednesday, Sep. 24, 2008

A little psycho

There seems to be a lot of talk about sex education on the Herald site lately. People are weighing in on whether it's indecent to teach these topics in high schools, why it's not right to have abortions and linking it to our presidential candidates.

It's all very complicated, yes, but the commenting that is going on is kind of idiotic.

By now you should know how I feel - people will comment on anything if they're mad about something. Many registered Herald users have waged plenty of wars against other commentors for going against their opinions. It's quite entertaining.

I can't help but feel that those people who don't want sex ed taught in schools are the same people who will try to teach their children that sex is bad and that if you have it before marriage, you're going to hell. And I'm sure they probably think that MTV is the devil's channel.

Okay, before I piss-off more people...

While browsing a Web site, I saw these Lego cupcakes, which were phenomenal. I'm guessing she used fondant, something I have yet to master. From what I've heard, fondant isn't that tasty, unless you completely alter the recipe. It just seems too complicated and I prefer using edible gel-pens then to cut-out fondant. Still, you can't really compete with the professional look of fondant.

However, if you go bigger, I say use this recipe - it's a regular box cake mix, frosted with marshmallows! How cute is that?

If I had kids or was an aunt, I would totally make these for them. Granted, they would probably be obese because I love to bake (and all things carbohydrates), but they would be happy, nevertheless.

I also came across this new machine called "Little Seiko" which sounds like "Little Psycho"...which also makes me fear for my life. I don't like robots - they scare me. Giving robots more and more abilities is going to end badly for us, because in the end, somebody will cry and since robots literally can't cry (they'll fry their circuits) it'll most likely be us.

Anyway, Little Seiko can ride a unicycle and can even keep "her" balance while at a standstill. Not bad for somebody who permanently has a bar shoved up her privates. Viewers are saying "she" looks like EVE from the film Wall-E, before she learned to hover. I can see that. But a commentor raises a good point - what is the turbine in her chest meant for?

"I don't trust anything with a turbine in the middle of it's chest. Mega Man taught me that."

But I wouldn't mind Mega Man's help this weekend. I'm cleaning out my apartment and it's pretty rough...considering I've only moved a few things. Mr. Big has been working on moving his giant desk to another room for like, two weeks. In all fairness, the desk takes up half of the room and has to be broken down piece by piece...so I wouldn't want to have to move it, either.

I'm excited about the move, but I'm not excited about having to rearrange everything again. I feel like in the past six years I've moved five times, so I'm averaging once a year...which royally sucks. Nobody likes to move, not even professional movers - they're always wearing those back braces and complaining about their hernias.

The ironic part is, I don't have a lot of big pieces of furniture. I just have tons of small stuff. It's really annoying.

If I were famous, I would hire somebody to move my things. It wouldn't take them long, it'd just be a hassle putting all my knick-knacks into boxes. And that's the thing - when you want to collect boxes for a move, you can't find ANY. It's only when you don't want them piling up around the house do you ever find yourself with boxes, either from Costco or delivered packages.

The only downside to being famous, is people would do this to your images (see right). I wouldn't mind, though...I have a good sense of humor. "Kaa...meeee..haaaa...meee..."