The Big Red Button

I have come to the conclusion that curiosity killed the cat and it's going to be the death of me. I'm the sort of person who will see a big red button and will find it only mildly interesting until someone, anyone, tells me not to touch it. Then I will not rest until I have pushed that button and found out what it does. I just love indulging my curiosity. There's a box, let's open it! And every single cupboard in the hotel room. I hope I have nine lives.

Commercial Music

I happen to be pretty proud of my music finding skills. I can usually find commercial, movie trailer, etc. music without a great deal of trouble. But, recently I was defeated. And I was very miffed. I don't much care for being defeated, but the Discovery Channel's Life commercial defeated me. I used all my sources, and we all came up with the same thing: "what is the name of that song?!" Seriously, over and over again, for more than 100 comments on Discovery's Youtube channel. I don't know if Discovery gave them some sort of answer, but my sources gave me one. We'll get our song some time next week. So, why is Discovery so slow on the uptake here? Blackberry and Lincoln figured it out ages ago. You put great music with your commercials and then you put said music on your website. Everyone's happier that way and you'll get a lot more attention on your website that way too. Some day these people will figure out it's smarter to keep people happy and put the stupid music up on their website. In the meantime, I'll just have to keep on doing what I'm doing. And say nasty things about people who don't give me my music when I want it. Of course, sometimes they create music unique to the commercial and that really makes my life difficult. But, I will not be defeated commercials!

Parents

I was reading The Indian in the Cupboard the other day because my professor said to and I noticed something about that kid. When faced with problems, primarily behavioral problems from the indian, he resorts to acting like his parents to deal with it. He does it on purpose usually, using his dad's best "you're in trouble voice" or his mom's "eat your dinner and stop complaining" voice and it always works. But, it got me thinking about how when we turn into teenagers we usually vow never to be like our parents, to never grow up to be like them. I was bound and determined not to grow up and be like my parents when I was a teenager. But then I actually grew up and realized that I had ended up like them anyway. I would be minding my own business when I would do something and suddenly realize I was acting like one of my parents. Despite my best efforts I had grown up to be like my parents anyway. I think it's funny how that happens. We look at our parents and swear we're never going to be like that, but then it happens anyway whether we like it or not. The things we say or do, the little quirks we never really noticed before. The older I get the more I notice things I do that are like my parents. I never intended to grow up to be just like my parents. Don't get me wrong, they're good parents, some of the best, but that doesn't mean that I wanted to grow up and be a copy of them. My dad tells terrible jokes, who wants to grow up and be like that? But I keep discovering things that I do that are like my parents or even my grandparents, things that I didn't even know about them before. Maybe this is nature's way of preserving our legacy without us having to try. I do things that are like my grandpa that my dad doesn't do, or something my mom does that my grandma didn't. So, I'm like some interesting mixture of all of them all rolled up into one. Take little strains of all their personalities and squish them all together to make something new. The best part is that I do it without knowing that it is similar to one of my relatives. My liking for English, for instance. My mom was an English teacher and I knew that, but my grandmother on my dad's side was one too and I had no idea. That same grandmother was good at archery too, but I didn't go anywhere near a bow and arrow until college when I discovered I was really good at it. But, I didn't know that my grandma did archery in college too. I was very fond of picking on people in elementary school, especially the boys, and it wasn't until I was a teenager that I found out that my mom had been exactly the same way when she was younger. So, that whole nature vs. nurture thing, is pretty interesting. I can find arguments for both sides, but really I think everything is a mixture of the two. You can't attribute something to just one or the other because then you'll find evidence that it isn't just nature, it's nurture too, or the other way around. Well, when all is said and done, one way or another we're all going to be like our parents despite all our efforts to the contrary. For better or worse we get to end up like our relatives and the world gets to have another round of our own particular brand of person and personality. And that keeps life interesting. So, maybe growing up to be just like my parents isn't that bad. Between their personalities and mine we got an awfully interesting person out of it. And when I have kids they can all try their hardest not to be like me and my husband. Good luck with that, kids.

Facebook and other addictions

I am so marvelously addicted to Facebook. Why is this? Because Facebook is a genius, that's why. There are more games on there than there are episodes of Power Rangers. This is all well and good, but they are supremely addicting. Seems like everyone is playing Farmville, for whatever reason, and I spend a portion of my day that I would hate to actually calculate playing Bubble Island. Somehow that game is just so addicting, frustrating, and satisfying I can't let it go. Plus is easy and versatile enough to keep my attention. Since my attention span can be very short that's a great feat. Mostly I just wish I was as successful in the real world as I am in Zoo World. I am a millionaire extraordinaire on that game and if it was real I would be wonderfully rich and the owner of the biggest zoo in the galaxy. Bubble Island really sucks me in. I hate losing games, especially if I know I could actually be winning it. This leads me to playing Bubble Island over and over until I have beaten the level I'm on to my satisfaction. And the added bonus of scoring better than all my friends playing just makes it that much more fun. Though, the real question is why that raccoon is following me everywhere. It makes me feel like Dora the Explorer or something. He even wears a backpack from which he pulls out the pieces for me to play, so I can yell at him if he gives me the wrong ones. Just whose side is he on anyway? And when I lose his eyes literally pop out of his head and he falls down dead. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But not quite. Not when it's usually his fault because he kept giving me the wrong pieces to begin with, stupid raccoon. I really like Fishville too. I get to name them, sell them, decorate to my heart's content, it's great. And I've managed not to kill more than one or two of my fish too, which is good, because somehow even though they aren't real I still feel a little bad for letting them die. Poor little fishies.

I'm so addicted to Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers right now. I'm nearly done with the first season and I just love it! It's hard to say why, whether it be because I haven't watched it since elementary school, the fact that they always win, the monsters are too laughable to be intimidating, or Billy's mysterious fear of fish. Alright, it's not that mysterious, he explains it, but still! Of all the things he could be afraid of they choose fish? But, despite that Billy still remains the coolest nerd ever. And Jason will forever be the coolest red ranger. Basically, there's just no competing with the original rangers from the first season except for the second black ranger. Sorry Zach, you're cool and all, but Adam totally wins. I may be a little biased because it's Johnny Yong Bosch playing the second black ranger, but come on, he's still one awesome black ranger.And as far as addictions go, Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers isn't that bad.
It's Morphin' Time!!!!!