Preface:
I know, I know, the Bachelor is hookie. But there was something on this show that actually surprised me. If you actually watch this clip, (thanks! and I'm also sorry for wasting your time) one finds that people, (especially if supported by a group) like to make others into evil people. No matter how much someone apologizes for their actions, others are determined to make them into terrible human beings. I am sadden by this. So I wrote a story.
Context if Needed: http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/videos/courtney-robertson-on-the-women-tell-all/
See Courtney Win-
One day there was a silly show called the Bachelor. On the show there was a girl named Courtney. Courtney wasn't nice to the other girls.
Courtney had a hard time being in a house with 25 women who all wanted to marry the same man. Instead of trying to be friends with the girls she became friends with the camera.
This was a bad idea. Courtney said mean things to the girls because she could and because the bachelor liked her.
The other girls said the same mean things about Courtney. They talked about it to each other and behind her back so it wasn't as mean.
The directors of the show decided to show the clips of their filming that made Courtney look bad and the rest of the girls look good. They just wanted to make money and good TV.
After some time Courtney realized that the mean things she said were wrong and that she needed to say she was sorry.
The other girls didn't want to hear her apology and loved to yell at her and blame her.
One girl called Courtney a spider and that she should be squished. Everyone clapped and laughed.
The rest of the world decided it was important to have an opinion about the situation and also wanted her to be evil.
Nothing she could say or do could change the people's minds.
The End.
3.12.2012
Westover Visits the Quality Inn
It's not super often that the Westovarians can congregate in one place. Fortunately, the very last of our number (except for Annie) got hitched this weekend in the beautiful non-nautical town of Steamboat Springs, CO.
Dugas and I were wedding dates for the weekend leaving our men at home and incredibly lucky in Austin, TX. Due to an unfortunate Bowers-Olschner mix-up, our original lodging plans fell through at the last minute. Annie booked one of the few rooms she could find in Steamboat, close to the wedding. We were to call the Quality Inn home for Saturday night.
This particular room had a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi. Tired from dancing and drinking, and a little happy/sad from giving away our beloved Kevka. We decided to use our hotel room for all it was worth.
I was expecting this Jacuzzi to be in a semi-public pool-type area, and when Annie said it came with the room, I thought at most the bath tub would have a few jets in it. As it turns out, the Jacuzzi wasn't even in the bathroom, but rather set up on a small pedestal in the bedroom portion next to the master bed. The bed itself was gorged with pillows and had posts that wound intricately up to the ceiling.
Annie, I think, associated Jacuzzis with bubbles, instead of air bubbles, she thought soap bubbles. She was perplexed when she couldn't find the bubble bath solution.
"I'll ask the front desk," she said and got on the phone.
The front desk, laughing, said they had never had someone ask for bubble bath before and asked if the little shampoos might work. Annie said that we'd give them a try, and when they asked how many she wanted she said three or four. They gave her five.
The shampoos weren't making great bubbles as she poured in all five of them and filled the Jacuzzi with water, but it was sudsy and passable. We turned the heater on in our room as it was kind of chilly and changed into our swimsuits.
I didn't quite realize what we had done until Annie found the button for the jets and what had been a slightly iridescent tub of water became an aggressively foaming tower of bubbles.
The jets were (quite predictably) injecting air into the mix and causing suds to build and go everywhere. As Annie slipped in a tub a serpent of displaced bubbles equal to the volume of her body slid out onto the carpeted floor.
We could control the foam column by simply turning off the jets, but the button had been covered and lost, and we had to push piles of bubbles away from the edge and against the wall in order to find it.
We received a CD from Kevyn and L.J.'s wedding of what we assumed were slideshow pictures of their love and lives. We thought we'd watch it from our bubble bath. I set up my laptop on the bed and played, what ended up being, just the music from their ceremony.
Now, it is not the easiest thing to rid yourself of water and bubbles enough to touch electronic devices. So we ended up sitting in our mound of bubbles, next to our king-sized bed, in our sultry room, listening to love songs.
It might have been the most (accidentally) romantic evening of my life.
Dugas and I were wedding dates for the weekend leaving our men at home and incredibly lucky in Austin, TX. Due to an unfortunate Bowers-Olschner mix-up, our original lodging plans fell through at the last minute. Annie booked one of the few rooms she could find in Steamboat, close to the wedding. We were to call the Quality Inn home for Saturday night.
This particular room had a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi. Tired from dancing and drinking, and a little happy/sad from giving away our beloved Kevka. We decided to use our hotel room for all it was worth.
I was expecting this Jacuzzi to be in a semi-public pool-type area, and when Annie said it came with the room, I thought at most the bath tub would have a few jets in it. As it turns out, the Jacuzzi wasn't even in the bathroom, but rather set up on a small pedestal in the bedroom portion next to the master bed. The bed itself was gorged with pillows and had posts that wound intricately up to the ceiling.
Annie, I think, associated Jacuzzis with bubbles, instead of air bubbles, she thought soap bubbles. She was perplexed when she couldn't find the bubble bath solution.
"I'll ask the front desk," she said and got on the phone.
The front desk, laughing, said they had never had someone ask for bubble bath before and asked if the little shampoos might work. Annie said that we'd give them a try, and when they asked how many she wanted she said three or four. They gave her five.
The shampoos weren't making great bubbles as she poured in all five of them and filled the Jacuzzi with water, but it was sudsy and passable. We turned the heater on in our room as it was kind of chilly and changed into our swimsuits.
I didn't quite realize what we had done until Annie found the button for the jets and what had been a slightly iridescent tub of water became an aggressively foaming tower of bubbles.
The jets were (quite predictably) injecting air into the mix and causing suds to build and go everywhere. As Annie slipped in a tub a serpent of displaced bubbles equal to the volume of her body slid out onto the carpeted floor.
We could control the foam column by simply turning off the jets, but the button had been covered and lost, and we had to push piles of bubbles away from the edge and against the wall in order to find it.
We received a CD from Kevyn and L.J.'s wedding of what we assumed were slideshow pictures of their love and lives. We thought we'd watch it from our bubble bath. I set up my laptop on the bed and played, what ended up being, just the music from their ceremony.
Now, it is not the easiest thing to rid yourself of water and bubbles enough to touch electronic devices. So we ended up sitting in our mound of bubbles, next to our king-sized bed, in our sultry room, listening to love songs.
It might have been the most (accidentally) romantic evening of my life.
3.11.2012
News Jokes
That comedy writing class went okay - I wisely avoided French silicone. I found more things funny than I thought I would, and the class developed a warm rhetoric. I also heard more ways to colorfully call the vagina than at any other concentrated point in my life. An example was "Meat Basket" which I argued should be "Meat Box." (Although, if the meat basket is right below the bread basket that says some enlightening things about Texas.)
Despite my fears, I was able to make some news jokes. These are my favorites:
• Rick Santorum won the Iowa caucuses. Rick thinks swing states are fun. Whee!
• Two hikers found a human head in a plastic bag. They told reporters that the poor thing must have suffocated.
• A Washington snowstorm caused 95 car accidents in 5 hours. In other news, Washington is a state.
• A collapse at a casino construction site hurt a dozen workers. That’s the trouble when the house folds.
• There was a recent ruling banning protesting in National Parks. It’s a shame because Occupy Yellowstone has been going on for years.
• The budget deficit topped one trillion dollars, but economists are upbeat seeing that student loans will cover most of it.
• A Texas Millionaire has adopted his long-time adult girlfriend. After, of course, he asked her real father for her hand in adoption.
• Adele is said to be recovering nicely from her vocal cord surgery. “And if nothing else,” her surgeon says, “She can always learn sign language.”
• There are 1.8 million dead people registered to vote in the U.S., which is good news for Romney because the Mormons have baptized most of them.
• A fire erupted on the roof of an old post office building. 14 long-distance relationships are devastated.
• A woman turned 100 and celebrated by marrying her 87-year-old boyfriend. They spent the day hobbling through forests and across beaches until they found two separate bathtubs…
Despite my fears, I was able to make some news jokes. These are my favorites:
• Rick Santorum won the Iowa caucuses. Rick thinks swing states are fun. Whee!
• Two hikers found a human head in a plastic bag. They told reporters that the poor thing must have suffocated.
• A Washington snowstorm caused 95 car accidents in 5 hours. In other news, Washington is a state.
• A collapse at a casino construction site hurt a dozen workers. That’s the trouble when the house folds.
• There was a recent ruling banning protesting in National Parks. It’s a shame because Occupy Yellowstone has been going on for years.
• The budget deficit topped one trillion dollars, but economists are upbeat seeing that student loans will cover most of it.
• A Texas Millionaire has adopted his long-time adult girlfriend. After, of course, he asked her real father for her hand in adoption.
• Adele is said to be recovering nicely from her vocal cord surgery. “And if nothing else,” her surgeon says, “She can always learn sign language.”
• There are 1.8 million dead people registered to vote in the U.S., which is good news for Romney because the Mormons have baptized most of them.
• A fire erupted on the roof of an old post office building. 14 long-distance relationships are devastated.
• A woman turned 100 and celebrated by marrying her 87-year-old boyfriend. They spent the day hobbling through forests and across beaches until they found two separate bathtubs…
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