So I just glanced at an online report of the happenings with the Brit tabloid that has exposed Saddam's tightie-whities and the first part of the first sentence caught my eye:
"The imprisoned former Iraqi leader appeared on the front of the Sun, naked except for a pair of white briefs and holding a pair of trousers in his hand." (Reuters Online, 5/20/05)
Just out of curiosity, how can someone be naked if they're still wearing underwear? I have always thought naked meant a complete LACK of clothing, but apparently you can be naked with clothes on.
On kind of a related note, my friend Jessie used to have this tape of some old Muppet Show skits. This particular skit featured Sam, the big blue eagle, preaching about nudity. One of the lines goes something like this: "Did you know that, underneath their clothing, the entire population of the world is walking around completely NAKED?!" I still crack up everytime I think about it.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
This new stupid shoe trend is driving me nuts. The girls at SDSU sporting these ugly things fail to pick up their feet when they walk because the tiny layer of lace and twine holding them together will fall apart. So they shuffle their feet as they walk (might I add slowly).
"Oh my god, I went to this frat party last night & I don't remember anything" shuffle, shuffle.
"Totally. You just hooked up with Brad, though so it's OK" shuffle, shuffle.
"So I think I'm totally failing my Stats class but I don't really care" shuffle, shuffle.
"Oh I know. It's OK though, cause the teacher's totally ugly" shuffle, shuffle.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Driving home from work today, I saw some very interesting things along the roadside. At the corner of I-125 & Mission Gorge Road, there was a toilet, in a box. I've noticed a fair amount of shoes along the medians recently as well. Did I miss a memo? Are we all driving with our feet hanging out the window now? But the most bizarre bit was in the parking lot of my complex: a pair of maroon Fruit of the Loom cotton boxers. I'm at a loss for words...
Thursday, March 03, 2005
We've all heard and probably repeated those old cliches about life being too short, the amount of time between hangovers and the like. My cousin Sandy sent me an email a while back that profoundly changed my outlook:
Life is all about ass; we're either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it, or behaving like one .
All hail the mighty ass!