Friday, March 12, 2010

Crap, About Which, Nobody Cares: SKOCD Special Edition

You know, Skittle Obsessive Craziness Disorder.

My last "fun" pack (sorry for the pic quality, I've been messing around with a new photo app and errrr, it's not working that well.):

So, for those keeping track:
Out of the 75 Skittles I've eaten:
Green: 12%
Orange: 19%
Purple: 25%
Red: 16%
Yellow: 28%

Please also note that I was ROBBED on March 1st with a 14 pack instead of the standard 15. Luckily I got a bonus Skittle (though I'm convinced it was YELLOW) on the 24th of February.

So my original hypothesis that red is some corporate fat cat's favorite flavor is erroneous. Green is his fav, but he mixes it up with a red occasionally. Of course, I didn't notice the discernible lack of greens because they are gross.

But wait! There's more!

Speaking of green being super gross, from Cymberleah, our first guest submission:

Now, Cymberleah's data:
Total of 59 Skittles in a standard sack.
Green: 34%
Orange: 12%
Purple: 10%
Red: 25%
Yellow: 10%

Clearly this means that the guy in charge of the regular sized Skittles packaging factory likes yellow and purple best.

It certainly doesn't have to do with Skittles being thrown into a giant hopper and never being mixed and the sacks being filled by weight. Doing it that way would be totally stupid.

In other news, my dentist is getting a new boat!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire.

You wait 'till mom finds out, buddy!

I’m pretty bummed out about Corey Haim passing. In the same way that romcoms assert that you can be in love with the man someone could be, I am mourning the loss of someone who could have been so much more successful as a person. Never mind having the acting career he might have achieved, but simply living well and joyfully.

I think that there is something sick and sad in our society that we take bright and creative people and watch them slowly burn.

I’m sorry that he didn’t get to be someone happy. I’m sorry that nobody tried hard enough to help him until too late. I guess I’m just sorry.

Last night the BF and I watched a portion (not the whole thing, but some of us have to get up at ass o’clock and go to the gym or else become ENORMOUS) of The Lost Boys last night and was struck by how adorable and talented Corey Haim had been as a young man.

I’m going to try to remember him charming and young, with life ahead of him, instead of as yet another cautionary tale about excess, youth, and the dangers of Hollywood.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

More bars?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.


Monday, March 01, 2010


Still not even, but all the ones on the right are RED.

I know!