This is not a political blog. There are to many of those out there already. Granted I don't know what kind of blog this is, but it's not a political blog.

That said, I'm obsessed about the Obama v Hilary contest.



Alright. They have similar platforms. She talks business, he wants change blah blah blah. thats not what I want to talk about here. Look at the hopefuls. What to you see. This is what I see.




Lets compare.
Star Trek creators wanted to have a woman captain. They created Janeway: a boring, often ignorate character who is best know for getting her ship HOPELESSLY lost.
Benjamin Sisko on the other hand was the first and only black star trek captain. His space station successfully facilated known enemies living together successfully for SEASONS. He was a fair captain who happened to head my favorite version of Star Trek.
I guess you all know who I'm voting for.

Dear readers,
you may have noticed a little poll on your left. Since there are only two votes tabulated and one of them was my vote, I can only assume that by "Dear Readers" I mean Angelina.

This one is for you.




Picture this: you just got home. It's been a long day. You turn on the boob tube. Nothings on. TRAGEDY. Wait Wait, G4 has your back. Ninja Warrior is on. Ninja Warrior is always on.

There are so many things that are amazing about this show. First there is of course the ridiculous obstacles these people put themselves through. My favorite is the wall hang. In what I think is the third stage, overly muscular asian men inch along a metallic wall using only their fingertips. If that isn't quality I don't know what is. I don't know anyone who can watch this show without cheering when someone gets past this obstacle.

But the best part of this show is the commentary. The announcer clickes away in what I can only assume is a made up language (ok ok its not made up, I was trying to be inflammatory) and across the bottom of the screen scroll the most serious commentary I have ever heard for a man gripping a rolling log. He says things like "He grips the log with heroic strength" and "He will bring honor on his house by defeating this obstacle." The only problem with the commentary is sometimes I read faster than I should, so I know whether the contestant makes it across before he does. Takes away the suspense.

Woman's Ninja Warrior is another beast all together. I've only seen one woman make it all the way through and she has done it several times. She has terrible teeth, a sparkly outfit and more skill in walking across life size dominoes than I knew existed. The first stage of obstacles in the woman's course is kinda lame. By that I mean it looks like I could maybe cross it perhaps. By penultimate stage though, I think they have the men beat for toughness. Life size dominoes PEOPLE!

Basically this show is so much fun I hesitate to call it bad TV. Then I remember there is a reoccuring contestant called octopus man and I realise, I just have really bad taste.

Forget the pulitzer my dear. I wanna win the hugo award

Have you ever Googled yourself? Don't be shy. We've all done it.

My problem is what turns up when I do. Poetry I got published when I was in High School. Really terrible stuff. There is one where I actually complain about how I don't have a boyfriend. In a POEM. A poem NOT on myspace.

What were these publishers thinking? Sure it sounds like a good idea to encourage youth. Give them a taste of publication and they will go after it like dogs. It encourages literacy in the youngins too. Lets do it!

Except now I will be plauged with those publications for the rest of my life. They don't go away. Google remembers. Google always remembers.

"Oh I think I'll do a report on vastly famous Tamara. I liked her in my text book. Lets see what comes up on google. Oh look. It's a poem about boyfriends... how... mature."

Thanks for encouraging me while I was crap guys. Thanks alot.

I really think this blog should be made in all fairness. A few posts ago I told you about how my roommate is odd. I gave you an example. I'm not sorry.

But I am fair. This week I have been sick. Here's a transcript of me and my tissue

Me: Oh tissue. You are my best friend.(Blows nose)

Tissue: Silence.

Me: I'm so sorry tissue! your all scrunchy and gross because me.

Tissue: More silence

Me: Oh, youre still my friend tissue. I love you.

here's a song that I frist encounter watching Juno

Tree Hugger by Antsy Pants



Animated By lovely youtube user Hanllyproductions!

Listen to it once, it'll be stuck in your head I promise


This is also a bit of an experiment with embedding things so, yay technology!
(a special thanks to HanllyPro, who has never met me, and will probably never read this blog!)

I must confess. I have delved into the deep damp pools of envy and come out alittle smelly and covered in this weird green goo. I swear there was no goo when I dived in there. And yet here I am...

I might need to translate. I envy Steve from http://thesneeze.com. He writes pretty much the best blog ever. I am a member of the Tree Brains. I faithfully check every day. I've read the entire archive. I have even slipped his link in my friends list over there on the left because I want so much to know this man. Nay, be this man. If my blog could only compare, then I would have the adoration of millions! Then, God knows what I would do with that power. Instead, I can only emulate and hope.

I have one problem. I don't have kids. Or a wife. Or more legally in this state, a husband. I've noticed with careful study that he often blogs about these people. For a long time I didn't know what to do about this lack in my life. I considered grabbing the next dude I see on the street and marrying him. Then proceeding to have lots of unprotected sex in hopes that my kids will be charming enough to write about. But then I realized those kids won't be able to talk for two years earliest, and to be frank, I want to be an internet sensation NOW.

Then I looked around my apartment and I found the closest thing I have. My Roomate. I think this is going to be great. I can't wait to blog about the weird things she does.

Here's is a teaser:
When sick, she addresses her chicken soup as baby. "Don't worry baby, you'll be in my tummy soon" Then she coos.

I love her. She is the best!