Tag Archives: Rants and Raves

What’s the Deal with Baylor?

15 Mar

It is, of course, March Madness time. My bracket is already showing signs of breaking into a million tiny pieces, but that’s not what gets me the most heated.

It’s the stupid, ugly neon uniforms at Baylor.

When I originally saw these uniforms I didn’t like them. Animal print neon shorts… really? Stupid youths. But what can I say? I’m a traditionalist. I like big block letters, nice primary colors and a sharp fitting uniform. I tried to be optimistic and push past my old-school ways, but even still the uniform is actually incredibly annoying. When they’re all together and running back and forth it’s dizzying and really nauseating to watch.

Let’s stick to the basics, boys. Time to bring back the short shorts and Chuck Taylors.

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4 Reasons Why Peyton Manning Needs to Retire

8 Mar

As we all know Peyton Manning was released from the Indianapolis Colts (holy crap, I spelled Indianapolis right the first time) in a super emotional press release yesterday. Yeah I cried, so what? You can’t help but like Peyton Manning, he’s a cool dude, and I feel bad for his situation. I did not like to hear, however, him say that he wasn’t sure who he would play for next. Pump the brakes. What? Why would you play again Peyton!?! Why! Well, in case he seems to need my advice, here are the four reasons Peyton Manning should stop playing football. I don’t even need five, these four are that good.

1. He has several neck injuries
This really drives me bonkers with athletes. How many concussions, breaks and tears do they have to have before they quit!? Here he is with 10 years of professional football under his belt, along with several issues with his neck. His neck. When that gets messed up it can lead to serious, serious problems. Like paralysis. And death! Why would you ever feel the need to get back on a field and risk another injury Peyton!? It could be your last!

2. He will never regain the respect he had in Indianapolis
Peyton Manning is loved by everyone because he was such a remarkably strong talent that stuck by his team. Think about Brett Favre: he left his loyalties, retired, then unretired and stunk up his last few seasons. He retired again with a more tarnished reputation than he had before. Why not step back and retire with dignity? Injuries don’t improve your abilities, they only hurt them. The minute Peyton goes to a new team and messes up he will have new haters that didn’t exist before. What can I say? Us sports fans are pretty fickle.

3. He’s already a television personality
I was in love with Eli and Peyton’s Oreo commercials. And his appearance on SNL was awesome. Peyton has an insanely likable personality, and he would make an amazing sports caster. Get dressed in a nice suit and criticize your old competition? What’s better than that!? Nothing.

4. He’s also already a millionare!
So obviously he doesn’t really need to be doing extra work. I mean, come on, how much do you have to put yourself through for extra money? It’s not like he won’t have sponsorships for every brand imaginable coming  his way all the time anyway. Just seems silly to put yourself through a ton of pain when there’s easier ways to earn a buck, Peyton!

Invisible Children Haters? Really?

8 Mar

So it’s barely the second day since the Kony 2012 video has hit the Internet, and it’s already met with those obnoxious Internet pessimists that feel the need to smash anyone’s unique idea before it has the opportunity to get started…

Phew, okay, sorry I’m just very annoyed.

An accurate depiction of the professional blogger.

How can people be so hateful that they have to find a way to dislike a charitable organization? They fluff themselves up with numbers and percentages and try to make them look bad. Really? What are you going to do next, take a toddler’s ice cream cone? Come on, people.

It’s situations like this that make me lose total faith in humanity. Oh you’ve read one article that is a blatant attempt at tarnishing an organization? That must make you a professional on the entire situation in Uganda! These guys that spend half of their lives over in the actual country with their hands on the pulse of the people don’t know squat!

Here’s the bottom line: No matter what, Invisible Children and its team have devoted their lives to saving the child soldiers of Uganda. Of course 100 percent of the profits can’t go over to the cause, these people need to pay for transportation costs, film costs (remember: they’re creating an Internet sensation through media, so they have to produce the best quality projects they can) and simply living and feeding their family. But the money that does reach Uganda helps people. It feeds them and provides medicine and saves lives. It makes a difference. And they are people that care, unlike these angry bloggers that are so dedicated on crushing their cause.

I’m choosing to ignore these people that think because they did some Googling they automatically know everything about Uganda. I’m also choosing to be proactive and do my homework and learn the best way to help. Who knows, I might find a better organization to work with that isn’t Invisible Children, but in the end the Kony 2012 video has opened my eyes up and made me want to change and help. That should be more important than percentages.

I Don’t Understand Dubstep

29 Feb

Maybe I’m too old for my age, maybe I’m just not cool, but I cannot for the life of me understand what dubstep is. I know that it is music and I know that it’s popular, but I don’t understand why.

I had hidden my complete lack of knowledge for a long time, until one day

Oh for Pete's sake.

my boyfriend mentioned it. Then, my 2 million questions came flooding out of my mouth:

What is it? Who likes it? Who’s that guy with the bad haircut? How is it different from anything else they play at a club? Do people actually pay to go to concerts? Why is it so loud and thump-y? Why’s that guy have a mouse mask on his head? What is with people!?

I know I sound like a crazy old lady, but that music is straight up crazy to me. A friend tried to tell me that “it’s all about the bass in your face.” Is that why people go to concerts to listen to a guy put songs together?

No disrespect but… I just don’t get it. Maybe when I was younger and more prone to craziness I would like this more, but nowadays I’m waking up 8 a.m… I don’t have the energy to understand dubstep!

America: Please Stop Paying Attention to Snooki

29 Feb

It is crazy how many times I have heard the name (that’s not a name but whatever) Snooki today. There’s some big rumor going around that she’s pregnant, so apparently the earth has to stop rotating and work has to stop entirely so everyone can discuss this disastrous event. I’m slowly losing faith in humanity.

First of all, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Snooki isn’t pregnant. This is a person that has become famous for contributing absolutely nothing to

Photo courtesy: TMZ

society. She’s famous for being Snooki, she has no other way to get attention than to stick her face in a camera and yell. America is getting bored with her and she needs to get everyone’s attention. What better way to do that then to start a fake pregnancy story? Come on, people, this is how she stays in the spotlight.

To all those out there drawn to this trash: please, please do not entertain it! It is embarrassing that we as a society are connected to such trash, such meaningless garbage. Stay away from Perez Hilton today. Instead, go to a real news source and learn about the real world you are living in!

We can end this, people! We can take people like Snooki and the Situation out of the spotlight and put them back in the community colleges and dive bars they belong in!

Are you with me!?

…Probably not… sigh.

Am I the only one that hates All-Star weekends?

25 Feb

The NBA All-Star weekend is upon us and I can’t stand it. It’s pretty much how I feel about every professional sports’ All Star game. They are the worst and I don’t understand why everyone loves them so much.

Every time an All-Star game or event comes around I try my best to get excited about it, which is why I settled in to watch the BBVA Rising Starschallenge last night with

Oh what's that, 76ers' Evan Turner? You dunked at the game last night? Oh what a surprise...

Alex and a Slurpee. None of my other friends wanted to watch it, and I’m pretty sure my Slurpee hated it because it seemed to melt faster than usual. I can’t say I blame them. When a game ends 146-133, you know you’re watching a snoozefest.

It’s pretty ridiculous to call last night’s game a “challenge”. It should be something like a “scrimmage” or a “pile-o-crap.” The only highlight of last night was that I got to see me some Shaq, the secret love of my life. The rest of what I watched was a bunch of guys lightly jogging between nets, then slamming on the basket like they were Harlem Globetrotters while any defense tucked their arms tightly to their sides and stepped back (note: the Harlem Globetrotters are performers… they are fake). No pressure or heat, no angry coaches yelling, no audience cheering… nothing that makes sports fun!

It’s not just the NBA All Star weekend that I can’t stand, it’s every celebrity All Star game. They’re not fun to watch, ladies and gentlemen. ESPN and other sports networks just try to tell us they are to sell t-shirts. By the time this game ends I always end up feeling completely bored and begging for the regular season to come back on.

I understand why players would tread so lightly on these games. What’s the point in playing hard and risking an injury on a game that means absolutely nothing? I get that, but if everyone understands that then why waste a full weekend so famous athletes can play with their friends on camera?

Yeah, I’ll complain, but there’s nothing I can do! So I guess I’ll settle in and watch the dunk contest tonight and I’m sure in upcoming sports I’ll be there watching again. It could be worse…

I could be watching “Whitney.”

The Caribou Cafe: France in Philadelphia

22 Feb

This weekend Alex and I spent a lovely two nights in Philadelphia. Some may see that as bonkers, since you can literally see the Philly skyline from Alex’s backyard. The thing is, Philadelphia is packed with some of -in my opinion- the most amazing bars and restaurants in the country, a lot of places we have always wanted to go to but never indulged in. So this weekend we threw our seemingly endless saving spree out the window and tried a few of our favorite restaurants, and bars in full, gluttonous, heavenly style.

By our hotel on Walnut Street there was this little cafe that I had never seen before but grabbed my attention right away called the Caribou Cafe. It had adorable outdoor seating, fenced off with a wall of plants. The windows were painted with gold lettering of French foods with lace curtains between each of the light brown wood window sills, and I could see the warm orange paint and people sipping coffees inside.

I was instantly taken to my first morning in Paris during my time studying abroad in London. We had no idea where we were or what we were doing, but we were starving. We got off the metro and turned into the first cafe we could find, a quintessentially French little eatery. There couldn’t have been a more perfect place to have enjoyed my first French meal. Tucked along the Seine, with the Eifel Tower placed perfectly in the background, we enjoyed wine and Croque Monsieurs. It will always serve as my perfectly ideal image of Paris.

The Caribou Cafe instantly took me back to that morning and fed my French obsession. I knew I would love it before I even walked in the door. On our last morning in Philly Alex and I walked over for brunch. Walking through their velvet yellow curtains into the cafe I fell in love all over again. This place is beautiful. The bright orange walls compliment rows of dark tables and chairs and their bar, one of the most gorgeous bars in Philadelphia. On top of the counter sits a champagne bucket with three of their finest bottles sitting on ice and two massive silver lamps, shaped like elegant women, with a wall of more champagne, obscure liquors and beers lining the counters behind. I couldn’t stop gushing the entire time.

The menu is exquisitely French, of course. Escargots, quiche du jour, croque madame and monsieur, crepes, moules frites… oh gosh I shouldn’t keep going. Alex chose eggs benedict on a bed of spinach that he went nuts for, but cooked spinach and I do not get along so I avoided a taste of that. I chose their French Philly cheesesteak, sliced ribeye on brioche, with brie cheese, sauteed mushrooms, honey dijon mustard and a pile of frites. Unbelievable. The ribeye was cooked perfectly, the bread was fresh and toasted and the brie. Oh my gosh, the brie. This was without a doubt one of the best meals I have had this year, and I’m already dying to go back and try more.

I spent so much time planning this weekend and the thing I fell into was one of my favorite and most memorable stops. If you’re a francophile stop by the Caribou Cafe. You will be stunned. Also, they have a free beer deal on FourSquare, so stop by and enjoy a free Kronenburg!