It was bad enough when just our parents were on Facebook.

This is just a quick bit on the subject. Don’t want to talk about it too much. Don’t wanna go to hell. But apparently, God recently made a facebook page.

And I think it’s just absolutely ridiculous. Not as a Christian, but rather as a Network Etiquette Geek. An N.E.G., if I may. Facebook pages are supposed to be for products, businesses and celebrities etc… Said people can send out important updates to their fans. But recently I’ve seen pages crop up for “Music,” “Food” and “Jesus.”

Have Facebookers forgotten about the age-0ld “Group” concept? Groups are meant for discussions and are built around their members.

What kind of updates does God have to make? Is he going to add commandments via his mobile device in status updates? It’s pretty unlikely. I wonder what pious punk had balls big enough to go about making a page for God. I mean. That’s ballsy, kid.

(please note that “God” is unsure of his sex).

Rong Aid.

Rite Aid: With us, it’s personal!

I’m calling BS.

BS, Rite Aid.

I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever go to Rite Aid again. Never. And this is why:

I recently began doing some film photography for funsies. Today at 4 o’clock I took a roll of film to get developed at Rite Aid (only because I live within 2 minutes of the store). Before dropping the film in the drop box, I asked the girl working the register what I should do with it so that I could be sure that she knew it was there. She told me to put it in the drop box. AND I DID!

After that I drove around Irmo for an hour waiting to pick it up. At 5 I re-entered the store, and asked the same cashier if she knew whether or not the film was ready. Our conversation went as follows:

BD Girl: Oh? You wanted 1 hour photo?

Me: What kind of an American would I be if I didn’t want my pictures in an hour?

BD Girl: Well. You might not be able to get that until tomorrow.

Me: Don’t you think you should have told me that when I dropped it off?

BD Girl: Well I didn’t know you wanted 1 hour photo.

Me: I SHOWED it to you. That’s why I asked YOU what I should do with it.

BD Girl: Well, nobody is here to do it…And I think the machine is broken.

Me: *thinking obscenities* Well that’s freaking fantabulous.

BD Girl: Do you want to take it somewhere else?

Me: YES, AN HOUR AGO!

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I don’t understand why they make you fill out that information sheet with your phone number if their employees don’t have the customer service skills to pick up the phone and call, dammmmmmit!

This is not the first time I’ve been utterly disappointed with the Rite Aid on Saint Andrews road. On several occasions I’ve gotten sub par results from their photo lab. But I’m for real done this time.

IT’S OVER RITE AID!

Ruby Blue!

I bought this CD a couple years ago, but just now listened to it for the first time. These things happen when you have nearly 15,000 songs in your iTunes library. I only remembered I owned it when I saw Janette and Brandon do a knock out routine to the title track on “So You Think You Can Dance?” tonight.

Anyways, it’s quirky and jazzy and it makes me feel good. Sad I never listened before now.

I miss 13. When I was 13, ALL of my friends were on AIM at 2am.

All of my friends have lives now.

It blows.

The only reason I’m bringing up AIM is because I came across an interesting resource today.

The AOLer Translator.

http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html

I don’t see how this is useful to anyone who isn’t a child molester.

And I am mostly disturbed.

a.k.a.

I DONT SE HOW THES SI UESFUL 2 ANYON3 WHO ISNT A CHILD MOLEST3R!1!!1!! OMG AND IM MOSTLEY DISTURBD!1!11!1

wow.

Hollywood’s take on “My Sister’s Keeper” unsatisfying.

I promise not to tell you what happens. Read on with peace of mind.

This is not a spoiler.

I really loved Jodi Picoult’s “My Sister’s Keeper.” In a strange way, I found it very easy to relate to.  Julie, my older sister, was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes when she was nine and I was five. Diabetes isn’t cancer. It isn’t terminal, and I am in no way saying that we’ve had it as anywhere near as bad as the family in the book. We haven’t. But I can identify with the fear associated with those sudden trips to the hospital, and my spare kidney/parts have been the butt of many jokes.

Needless to say I required much less attention than Julie, and usually felt like I got less. A few years ago, while still blogging on Xanga, I wanted to write about growing up with a older sibling who has a disease. So I started doing some research.

There is a ton of information out there on what it’s like to raise a family with a sick child, tons of information on how to treat the other children, tons of stories from the point of view of the kid with the illness. But none of it was very helpful to me. Most of the information out there was written based on the idea that only younger children get sick. NOT THE CASE!

I know that in the book Anna is only younger than Kate because she was born for the purpose of saving her sister. But nevertheless, I felt like there was a lot of truth in the way Picoult describes the family dynamic.

I’m a war story type of kid, and I’m not typically someone who picks up a Picoult novel. But I loved the book, it was about the only war I’ve ever seen firsthand. Parts of it were very real to me (while other parts were completely foreign and unlike anything I’d ever imagined before). But I was upset when I watched the movie – as I usually am whenever they make a movie out of a book I like. But this has got to be the most upsetting transition from book to film I’ve ever seen, and I wish I could unsee it and have my $9 back.

Like I said, I’m not going to spoil the movie or the book for you. But, I feel obligated to warn my fellow book lover’s out there: This movie is based so loosely on the novel that I CANNOT believe they didn’t have to change the name. I CANNOT believe that Picoult approved the screenplay. The changes that the screenwriters made to the plot are not the usual minor deletions of detail. They are MAJOR changes – majorly disturbing. The title “My Sister’s Keeper” makes AWFUL sense based on the movie alone. The plot is boring, predictable, lacking proper setup, and just sad and uninspiring AND DOWNRIGHT DISAPPOINTING.

Don’t go. Wait for the DVD or the Dollar Theater if you really must see it.

Schmuck Carolina.

This post comes later than I would like, but I have some very important thoughts to air.

Mark Sanford is a schmuck. Yes.  And he has made a real ass of himself. Yes. Personally I’ve never liked him, initially for his blows to education and recently for pretty much all of his fiscal policies (proud tent city participant), but let’s quit calling for his resignation.  Have we forgotten who our Lieutenant Governor is?

Andre Bauer is a traffic violator! Sanford may have a liberal penis, but at least it’s not a lead foot!

I don’t see how Sanford’s affair put my life in imminent danger. But Bauer is a loose cannon! Any person willing to bend the rules of the road is no friend of mine.

Biscuit Holes?

Don’t they know that biscuits don’t have holes? Why don’t they know?!