This was written by Andy Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes. Andy Rooney says: As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, its usually something more interesting.
A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.
Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.
Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.
A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.” Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage...
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Miscellaneous me...
DREAMS...
I have been having strange, vivid dreams recently. I did not enjoy last night. Horrific images of people I knew in dreamland who were injured or were hurting themselves or others. At one point, I was in a dirty, dingy apartment that belonged to someone that I knew very well but never named. I was rifling through the closets and drawers looking for something. I looked out the window and someone was taking telescopic pictures of me in the apartment. Someone, a man I know in the dream but can't identify while I am awake, comes in and tries to kiss me. I rebuke him. He has an injured foot that is wrapped in a bloody bandage. I continue rifling through the closets and hear a scream. He has lit himself on fire; is trying to kill himself. The last vision of him that I have is at the hospital, he is horribly burned but is still alive.
Suddenly, I was shopping in a mall and kept seeing people that I knew. Lisa was there with her kids in a store similar to Target. Mom and dad were on the escalator, I didn't see their faces but recognized one of mom's ugly t-shirts. Then I saw Grandma with a woman that she introduced as some sort of cousin or aunt. This woman had to be at least 7 feet tall. This was in JC Penney. Then I am in the Bon looking for a new purse and I am all alone.
I fall asleep in a dressing room and awaken on a floating spaceship kind of thing. It is set on a grid like an old-school video game. I am below and am shooting people off and pulling them off the grid so that they float in space forever. A TV crew is filming me but there is nowhere for them to transmit their feed since we are floating in space. Finally, everyone tips off the structure and we all float off forever. We don't really seem to live or die, we just float there without purpose or direction. I remember being upset because there was plenty of food and we could have survived on the structure for a long long time.
Right before I woke, I discovered that someone was watching all of this on TV, ala the Truman Show.
Weird.
Tsunami...
I am still so sad and horrified by what I am seeing on the news. It is horrific and terrifying and I feel so much empathy for the people impacted. More maybe for those who lived even than those that died.
Tsunami Death Toll Jumps Over 120,000
Miscellaneous...
I have 95 movies on my blockbuster waiting list. It will take me years to watch all of those. A good proportion of them are new or coming releases but there are also some classics or movies that I have missed somewhere along the way.
Watched more of Buffy, Season One last night. It is really quite good. I can see why it developed such a following. The characters are well drawn-even in early shows. I like a lot.
Well, I have rambled and slacked enough over the first 90 minutes of work. I should play productive and earn my keep for a while now.
I have been having strange, vivid dreams recently. I did not enjoy last night. Horrific images of people I knew in dreamland who were injured or were hurting themselves or others. At one point, I was in a dirty, dingy apartment that belonged to someone that I knew very well but never named. I was rifling through the closets and drawers looking for something. I looked out the window and someone was taking telescopic pictures of me in the apartment. Someone, a man I know in the dream but can't identify while I am awake, comes in and tries to kiss me. I rebuke him. He has an injured foot that is wrapped in a bloody bandage. I continue rifling through the closets and hear a scream. He has lit himself on fire; is trying to kill himself. The last vision of him that I have is at the hospital, he is horribly burned but is still alive.
Suddenly, I was shopping in a mall and kept seeing people that I knew. Lisa was there with her kids in a store similar to Target. Mom and dad were on the escalator, I didn't see their faces but recognized one of mom's ugly t-shirts. Then I saw Grandma with a woman that she introduced as some sort of cousin or aunt. This woman had to be at least 7 feet tall. This was in JC Penney. Then I am in the Bon looking for a new purse and I am all alone.
I fall asleep in a dressing room and awaken on a floating spaceship kind of thing. It is set on a grid like an old-school video game. I am below and am shooting people off and pulling them off the grid so that they float in space forever. A TV crew is filming me but there is nowhere for them to transmit their feed since we are floating in space. Finally, everyone tips off the structure and we all float off forever. We don't really seem to live or die, we just float there without purpose or direction. I remember being upset because there was plenty of food and we could have survived on the structure for a long long time.
Right before I woke, I discovered that someone was watching all of this on TV, ala the Truman Show.
Weird.
Tsunami...
I am still so sad and horrified by what I am seeing on the news. It is horrific and terrifying and I feel so much empathy for the people impacted. More maybe for those who lived even than those that died.
Tsunami Death Toll Jumps Over 120,000
Miscellaneous...
I have 95 movies on my blockbuster waiting list. It will take me years to watch all of those. A good proportion of them are new or coming releases but there are also some classics or movies that I have missed somewhere along the way.
Watched more of Buffy, Season One last night. It is really quite good. I can see why it developed such a following. The characters are well drawn-even in early shows. I like a lot.
Well, I have rambled and slacked enough over the first 90 minutes of work. I should play productive and earn my keep for a while now.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
I hate the word blog...
I have come to hate the word blog. Once something becomes mainstream enough that my 94 year-old grandmother knows what it means, then it has usually been over used. I think back to the time when she told me she had to go because "Melrose" was on...the show was cancelled the same season. And that was what, 10 years ago?
Anyway, dear grandma asked me to set up one of those new blog things for her so she can tell everyone about her life. Quite progressive, she is. I would hate to think about what she would write on a blog of her own. Yikes.
I feel sad today. It is just devastating that they are projecting 80,000 people will have died in Asia from the Tsunami. So sad. I am afraid that the worst is still to come for some of those people. There is no way that there can be sufficient fresh water or food. You see civilians, tourists, carrying the bodies of the dead.
I hear that they are burying the dead with their bare hands. Yet locally, the poster child for survival in Asia is Oprah's decorator. I understand that that news channels are attempting to make the tragedy personal for the American people, but Oprah's decorator as the hero? Please. What does that say about us as a culture? Are we so unable to picture the grief and horror and despair that we need a familiar, white face upon it to make it personal and emotionally connected. I have never been to any of the areas impacted, yet I feel a huge amount of sadness for those who are impacted.
There are bodies floating in the water. The horror of this. Even it you cannot connect with this, emotionally, I'm sure that people will understand that corpses will destroy what little water they have left. The sanitation and burial process is horrific. Those poor, poor people.
I remember when the towers fell on September 11th. My brother who was 13 at the time could not understand why people were so upset. He could not make a personal connection with the horror. He lacked the maturity to understand. Yes, he recognized that a horrible thing had happened but did not understand the magnitude of the event. After all, we live in Washington, all the way across the United States from New York. They didn't attack us, they attacked New Yorkers.
Anyway, enough social commentary for one day. Peace.
Anyway, dear grandma asked me to set up one of those new blog things for her so she can tell everyone about her life. Quite progressive, she is. I would hate to think about what she would write on a blog of her own. Yikes.
I feel sad today. It is just devastating that they are projecting 80,000 people will have died in Asia from the Tsunami. So sad. I am afraid that the worst is still to come for some of those people. There is no way that there can be sufficient fresh water or food. You see civilians, tourists, carrying the bodies of the dead.
I hear that they are burying the dead with their bare hands. Yet locally, the poster child for survival in Asia is Oprah's decorator. I understand that that news channels are attempting to make the tragedy personal for the American people, but Oprah's decorator as the hero? Please. What does that say about us as a culture? Are we so unable to picture the grief and horror and despair that we need a familiar, white face upon it to make it personal and emotionally connected. I have never been to any of the areas impacted, yet I feel a huge amount of sadness for those who are impacted.
There are bodies floating in the water. The horror of this. Even it you cannot connect with this, emotionally, I'm sure that people will understand that corpses will destroy what little water they have left. The sanitation and burial process is horrific. Those poor, poor people.
I remember when the towers fell on September 11th. My brother who was 13 at the time could not understand why people were so upset. He could not make a personal connection with the horror. He lacked the maturity to understand. Yes, he recognized that a horrible thing had happened but did not understand the magnitude of the event. After all, we live in Washington, all the way across the United States from New York. They didn't attack us, they attacked New Yorkers.
Anyway, enough social commentary for one day. Peace.
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