Quality Television

How you know you’re getting ready to watching something good on Netflix: the description starts off with “Based on a popular internet game…”

Incidentally, voters on IMDB have given Horseland a rating of 5.1/10 — that’s the same rating as From Justin to Kelly, Birdemic: Shock and Terror, and Superbabies: Baby Geniuses 2 added together!

Seche Vite Love

After too many chips and dents and sheet marks, I decided it was time to take a look at changing my nail polish top coat. Through reading just dozens and dozens (ok, like three) blogs and reviews, I saw a consistent winner and bought myself a bottle of Seche Vite… and oh my goodness, it is good. Here I am, six days after my home-mani and though the tips are slightly worn, there is no chipping and peeling. Also, it dried so quickly that I only had time to bump them against a door handle once (with minimal damage) before drying! A loyal customer has been gained, Seche Vite. And even though I don’t quite know how to say your name, my hands belong to you.

(For results on par with mine, be sure not to do dishes or manual labor or try to peel up stickers or anything.)

Balance

I currently have two “owies” on my right hand. They’re difficult to see in the photo, so I’ve circled them because I’m a helpful person.

Inside the yellow circle is a deep and painful bruise I got after slamming my hand with a racquet while playing racquetball (I’m a flail-er).

Inside the red circle is a burn from a scalding hot skillet of poutine (“Poutine is a French Canadian dish of French fries, topped with brown gravy and cheese curds.”), fresh out of an oven with the temperature set to 9000 degrees.

An injury from sports follows an injury from things smothered in gravy and cheese (in addition to the general damage to arteries, general health, etc). And that, my friends, is how you attain balance in your life.

Sort of.

Nice Image Choice, Groupon

Now, is it just me, or does it look like Antonio Daniels is getting ready to throw a bitch slap somebody’s way? I have extensively (barely) googled “Antonio Daniels,” and have found nothing to confirm that he is a bitch slapper of any sort, so I can only assume that Groupon’s art department (ie photo selection monkeys) have just picked a rather unfortunate depiction of this saint of basketball camps.