My thoughts…on stuff

Boobs. They surround us. They bind us. They hold a near mystical power over us (men). Many women try to enhance this specialized sweat glands through breast augmentation. We’ve had many famous examples of women with big boobs, most notably Pam Anderson. But the woman with THE world’s largest breast implants is model and actress Sheyla Hershey. With a size 34 FFF, she holds the Guinness World Record for largest breasts, sporting 2,000CCs or 2 quarts of silicone in her chest. Here’s the original story.

I love breasts as much as the next guy but daaam! It’s like she has a badonkadonk on her chest. And by her pic, her badonkadonk (booty for you white girls) is pretty much the same size. Score! If you think this is bizarre, you need to see those poor girls with macromasty. I’d show you pictures of them, but those breasts tend to evoke pity more than captivation. I don’t know why a girl like this would need breast implants, ’cause she’s overflowing with that Latin hotness. How many of you guys would hit that like the fist of an angry god? SURVEY SAYS? All of you! I scratched through Spanish in high school, but if I had her as inspiration, I’d pass with flying colours.

Apparently she had a self-esteem problem, and so she inflated her chest. Cause everyone knows that’s the answer to solving self-esteem issues, instead of, I dunno, facing your insecurities head on! She should’ve tried therapy, or blogging. Much cheaper. And here’s an interesting thing. She says she was inspired by…none other than Dolly Parton. (Looks like Dolly’s boobs have an impact on women as well.) Still I won’t judge her much. I’m not taking the moral high ground here. It’s just ’cause she’s hot. I hope she got a spinal brace along with those things, ’cause the back pin must be terrible. I wonder what would happen if a guy tried to bury his head in her bosom? He’s probably suffocate, or find the lost land of Oz. Whatever.

all feeling the effects of it. In America, Wal-Mart has been limiting the amount of rice customers can buy. In Jamaica, the government has been suggesting that Jamaicans start eating cassava (we never took to that too well) and growing our own rice. That part of the crisis I actually like, as it forces us to become more self-reliant. It’s just a pity that it’s circumstances like this that force us to depend on ourselves.

There are also food riots in Mexico and West Benegal. Rice has gotten so popular that people are even starting to buy rice futures. But it’s not only rice that’s short. Pasta, beef, chicken, milk, bread and other basic foods are either in short supply or much more expensive. The UN says it’s a result of cereal crops being used for biofuels in reaction to rising oil prices, increased demand from India and China and extreme weather conditions. I’m inclined to blame the Chinese and the Indians, but it’s mostly America’s fault. And no, the blame doesn’t fall upon Bush’s shoulders’ this time. Dear God, why do you Americans love blaming him so much. It’s not all his fault you know. It’s the fault of capitalism.

American companies has been heavily outsourcing to both India and China recently, and this great influx of investment has led to the development of more business, meaning more jobs as well as higher incomes. Now these people have more purchasing power, and trust me, they’re exercising it. It wouldn’t be so bad if it were some other places, but these are some of the most heavily populated countries on Earth. China has 1.3 billion people, India has 1.1 billion. Americans have also used 20% of the maize crop to use for biofuels, affecting the world market for cereals.

It’s not affecting my family too much. Not we’re not rich, we just know how to stretch our dollar. But I’m afraid that we can stretch it so far and no more. Still, we’ve been through tougher times and prevailed. All I can do is sit and hope that greed overtakes opportunists all over the world so that we’ll have a surplus of rice and other staple products, and if worst comes to worst, maybe expand my cassava diet beyond bammy (traditional deep-fried Jamaican cassava bread).

My evil twin Leon over at ListenToLeon.net decided to tag me, so I saw it fit to take on the challenge.

The rules are as follows:

* Link the person who tagged you.
* Mention the rules in your blog.
* Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
* Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
* Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Just like the other Leon, it’s going to be hard to think of 6 new quirks, but I’ll try.

1. I have this occasional problem where my mind and my mouth or hand don’t sync, resulting in me having to slow down and think out what I’m going to write or say, else I jumble two words together, resulting in a lot of apologies and crossouts.

2. When I’m studying in private, I tend to talk to myself. I don’t mean rereading the material to myself. I mean actually have a conversation with myself. It begins.

3. I heart birds. I admire their majesty. They also inspire me, as I can relate to their need for freedom, as I don’t like to be shackled by rules.

4. I am deeply paranoid. As a personal policy, I trust no one. And no, no one has seriously betrayed me. But in these materialistic times, it seems like a wise policy. Sure I may never be able to truly bond with someone, but what ever.

5. I enjoy enhancing my intellect. I read widely and try new things. Though I’m a college student, I view self-acquired knowledge is often more important than a degree, and a lot more fun too. But it’s much easier to prove your education with a degree, so…

6. I am a sloppy dresser, and because of this my mom and I have arguments sometimes. Don’t get me wrong. My mode of dress is acceptable, but I’ve never gone out of my way to make myself look Denzelian, unless forced. I guess it’s because I hate vain people.

Ok. MadBull, Ricardo, Angelika, Marsha, JDid and Stunner, I choose you! (flings Pokeball)

You don’t know how I feel right now. I’m hearing that there’s gonna be a MacGyver movie. At Maker Faire, Lee David Zlotoff, creator of MacGyver announced the movie is in the planning stages. I loved watching MacGyver as a kid. He was a hero that used brain over brawn to get out of tight spots, which appealed to me and many other geeks out there. The man could construct ANYTHING out of seemingly unrelated items. You could leave the man locked up in a room with no possible way out surrounded by bombs, and all he’d need to escape and diffuse the bombs would be a pocket knife, a paperclip, and a piece of string.

There’s a pic of the hero with his trademark mullet, a missile made from one of Lindsay Lohan’s sex toys, a bottle nipple and some gunpowder, topped off with that “don’t f**k with me” expression on his face. If you still cannot comprehend the awesomeness of this god of gadgetry, here’s a list of problems he’s solved on the TV show. If these people have the sense to follow through with this, it could would be…epic! MacGyver appeals to just about everyone, so they’d make an obscene amount of money. I wonder how they’re gonna approach it. Will they cast good ol’ Richard Dean Anderson, or will they reboot it Nolan style and cast a younger MacGyver? Whatever they do, there’s one thing that must remain constant: the mullet. For now, I’ll keep my eye out on this one.

Before I start this post, I’d just like to say, HALLELUJAH! Exams are over! I was gonna post yesterday, but I was so mentally exhausted that I just couldn’t bother. I really taxed my intellect this semester, and I was surprised as to what I was capable of. And I will achieve more in final year. Anyways, back to the post.

I haven’t kept up on gaming much, as schoolwork has absolutely consumed my time, but I have heard of all the hype surrounding GTA IV. I know that GTA is and has always been a game of controversy, but my God man, this time it’s been taken to ridiculous levels. Countless parents have been bawling again that GTA turns their precious snowflakes into delinquents. The gaming Anti-Christ Jack Thompson has been woken from his slumber once again to stop GTA’s sales to minors. New Zealand and Australia want the game tamed, again. You’d think a country that used to be a prison colony wouldn’t mind a bit of violence in their games.

But this time the hype has reached insane levels, which makes me ask myself, do people really know that this is a video game? It got to a point where Obama himself had to address it. He didn’t quite bash it, saying that these games were for adults and that they were raisng American kids (I knew there was a reason I liked him). In a beautiful case of art imitating life, a gamer got stabbed while waiting in line for the game. With such overwhelming publicity, there’s no wonder that it had the highest grossing opening day in entertainment history (Note: Entertainment, not gaming only), as it brought in US$186 million in its first 24 hours with 2.5 million copies sold in the US. Wow. That’s a lot of white punks that wanna play gangsta. I suppose they deserve it, as it had cost Rockstar US$100 million, making it the most costly videogame of all time.

Still, I can’t see why it’s so much more popular. It’s a great game. I mean which red-blooded young male doesn’t like rampant violence and lawlessness? But it’s the same ol’ story. Sure the game’s got new characters, new stories, online multiplayer (Dear God. Imagine the white kids dropping f-bombs and talking gangsta), a redesigned Liberty City, more realistic physics among other things, but its essence remains the same. I guess in the recession, people need to let off some steam.