I've got blogger fever

So I have started several new blogs and I want to continue this blog. I started Thirty Spies a long time ago, before the commonplace of blogging. I abandoned it, because blogging was becoming so popular. I'm ready to get at it again. I have started a crafty blog and a foody blog to share with friends. I have decided to come back to Thirty Spies and investigate the everyday things that I was before.

First I will share my experience today.

I was walking to the front of my building, because I ordered lunch and the delivery guy said he was in front. I turned the corner and there was this man teetering around. He had a bag in his hand and I wondered if it was my food guy. He was wobbling around and stumbling with his eyes closed. I realized quickly that he was just some drunk guy. (Who looked like a longer haired Johnny Noxville.) I walked around him, went around another corner and got my food. On my way back this guy had stopped at my car. He was leaning down towards my bumper and tipping his plastic bottle over to pour the contents on my car. So I said, "Hey watch it! Don't pour that on my car." He kind of snapped out of whatever trance he was in and said (very sassily) "Uhh, why would I pour my pink lemonade on your car?" I said, "I don't know why. I don't know you've been walking around like you have either." He said, "I'm just crossing the street." To which I replied, "Go on then. Cross the street." I couldn't believe he had the nerve to be sassy with me, when he was the one being weird getting ready to pour his lemonade all over my car. I agree with him...why would he do that? I have never seen drunk people like New York drunks. They are a whole different league. I saw one guy stumbling in the street in the crosswalk with his eyes closed. The light was green and everyone was honking, because he was in front of the cars. He still didn't snap out of it. He just stumbled around for the whole light! All of these events happened in the afternoon too. I guess, as they say, Only in New York!

I have serious nightmares about this:

B-baller Has Baby Hours After Game

Well, I don't have nightmares about being a basketball player...but I do have nightmares about having a baby and no knowing I was pregnant. How does this stuff happen? I feel like there must be some tell-tale signs of pregnancy that she overlooked. How can some people have these long horrible uncomfortable pregnancies and then other girls dont even know it until the baby comes out!? I'm stumped.

American Idol

I have a problem with one of the contestants on American Idol. In addition to being realllly weird he is really old too. The website says has him listed as "29" years old, but "39" is more like it.

When he sings he moves around a lot and makes me (and hopefully the rest of America) uncomfortable. Simon and I agree that Taylor should not have made it this far...but I digress.

So.. on a totally different note. For my next tattoo I can't decide what I want to get morer. I thought about a cherry blossom branch going across my back. That would be pretty. BUT then I thought about having the pictures by Shel Silverstein for the poem 'Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout' put on my back. On one side would be the towering garbage and on the other side is her running away:


or:
Something from 'The Giving Tree'


I think that latter two are more fitting for me. The cherry blossom branch would only be for its aesthetic pleasure, but the other two mean a little more to me. I am also a sad girl who won't take the garbage out. The Giving Tree touches me in my heart I can't read it without bawling. What is my problem? Even therapy couldn't answer that.

Well, its Saturday and I don't want to do anything, but I know that I need to. I'm disappointed with some boys as of late. Isn't that always the case? Gameboard night was a success and hopefully we will all do it again. I've also decided that I want to buy a digital camera.
That's all for now.

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller

Tall men get better education
Swedish study: 6-foot-4 and taller are higher achievers

Updated: 11:07 a.m. ET Feb. 1, 2006
STOCKHOLM - A study of 950,000 Swedish men has shown that taller men get a better education, a researcher said on Wednesday.

The study, to be published in the International Journal of Epidemiology, could suggest short people are discriminated against as they are expected to be low achievers, said researcher Finn Rasmussen at Sweden's Karolinska Institute.

"The probability of achieving higher education in later life increases linearly with height," said the study.
It looked at male conscripts into the Swedish army born between 1950 and 1975 and their education for up to 27 years after their height was measured at the age of 18.

"Men taller than 194 centimeters (6-foot-4) were two to three times more likely to obtain a higher education when compared with men shorter than 165 centimeters," it added.

Feeding variables into the study such as social background or intelligence as measured by IQ altered the outcome slightly, but a clear link between height and educational attainment remained, the research said.

The scientists did not draw conclusions, but Rasmussen said it could be something to do with social attitudes.

"We do not know if people have negative attitudes to short people. It is possible that there could something in society about the expectations of people or attitudes to what people can perform," he told Reuters.
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Am I the only woman who loves short men? I went out on a date and told my mother. Her first question was, "How tall is he?". I said "6 foot 3 inches". She replied with, "He's alright in my book". No further questions asked. That is all my mother cares about. I really like a guy who was right around my height (5'6") and my mother had a fit. She always tells me how glad she is that it didn't work out. I find this very strange. My mother is 5'10" and I think that has something to do with her hatred of short people. She seems to like me, even though I am the shortest in my family. Maybe my days are numbered, I don't know. I love short men though...maybe it's to counter her hatred. So one day I will find a nice short man to settle down with and kill my mothers dreams of Amazonian grandchildren.

No lack of entertainment...

On our way home tonight Kevin and I saw the strangest thing. Yes, it was these glasses pictured above. I would like to reiterate that we were taking the train home at 9:30pm and it was verrrry dark. So, this guy puts on the sunglasses. If looking like an obnoxious person isn't enough, the stupid glasses have a blinking light on the side. My initial thought was that they were some sort of surveillance device. Kevin's eyes lit up as he expressed that they may be "video game glasses". That was quickly shot down because they guy was reading a newspaper, supposedly. While Kevin and I were investigating the guy I was caught by another train rider who was also laughing at the strange glasses. Our final thought, and correct thought, was that it was an MP3 player built into sunglasses. When I came home and looked them up I found out they are around $350 dollars. Why not buy a normal MP3 player? They aren't very heavy. There is no need for an affiliation between sunglasses and MP3 players...plus it's really dorky.

Other than that, Kevin and I went jogging this afternoon. We jogged for what felt like forever to our destination. I was all sweaty and winded. We ate and ran home... much to our dismay the journey we trekked going north turned out to be around and 8 minute jog jome. We weren't winded or sweaty or tired in the least bit. I'm not sure what happened. Perhaps we travelled through a space-time-continuum thing on our way home? I'm still trying to sort it all out.

Hamster and Snake: Best Friends

I think we could all learn a lesson from the best friend snake and hamster. I'm sure there's a lesson in there somewhere. It might just be that Japanese animals are really weird, I'm not sure.