Something that drives me nuts

So, I just discovered a new website to procrastinate with. It's Lamebook , pulling all of the insanity of Facebook into one wonderful time-wasting site. If you click, you will not be able to resist looking at more pages. I'm treating it as a study into the slowly degenerating ability for people to type properly and have a bit of self control about what they share with the world.
On the issue of people losing the ability to type properly, I understand text-talk. When you are typing a message with your number pad, it's perfectly acceptable to abbreviate to make messages easier and faster to send. But when you are in front of a computer with a full keyboard? Take the time and effort to type full coherent words. In fact, l33t 5p3@k probably takes more brain to type in than regular english.
Here's a shining example.

My brain hurts just from looking at it.

Yeesh.
Anyway, go ahead and check out Lamebook, just be sure to do it when you have some time to spare!

Your mom's a transformer

Whenever I need internet and am not at home, I take out my laptop and it scans for wifi networks. Most names are pretty mundane like "BELL645" or the always present "linksys." Sometimes people get slightly creative and name their network "____family network" or "Ladybug." Sometimes people insult other people like "u suck balls kyle." Then, there are the ones so awesome/bizarre that they required real inspiration.
Near my house I have "Your mom's a transformer" and "Raptors." I have also seen "Spaceship." On the internet, people have told of networks called "Gryffindor Tower" (password? Check your HP books!) or "Your_Mom" (that's what she said!). Kind of makes me want to change my network to something equally awesome.

In other news, I really wish mother nature would make up her mind. I was all ready for the cold weather to come with new boots and gloves. It was near freezing outside. Then suddenly the weather turned around and turned into balmy 60 degree Fahrenheit with a light breeze and sunshine. I didn't even need a jacket. MAKE UP YOUR MIND PLEASE!
Ok, time to stop procrastinating on my mountain of work and actually do it.

And because I cannot resist another David Caruso-esque one-liner, I bring to you from XKCD...

YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

My secret indulgence...

is fashion. Though you wouldn't guess from the way I dress (jeans, sweatshirt, t-shirt, running shoes, etc.). My guilty pleasures are watching What Not to Wear on TLC and looking at the photo spreads on Yahoo!'s OMG! (so! many! exclamation marks!!!!!!)
That said, I just like looking, I'm not really planning on incorporating any of the fashion do's and don'ts into my everyday wardrobe. I simply like passing judgement. Oh, and What Not to Wear has governed some of my work clothes choices.
The reason I bring this up is that I feel the need to put my $0.02 out into the internet. There are a few fashions that I cannot stand seeing on otherwise pretty women.
1. Booties
They cut off your leg. They make your feet look like hooves. You are not a horse. You are a proud member of homo sapiens, thank you very much.

Ms. Sharapova is very pretty in her dress until her feet transform into hooves.

2. Jumpsuits
It's very easy. Instant coordination, no? JUST PUT THE EFFORT INTO FINDING PANTS AND A SHIRT. It creates weird lines.

Amber Rose, please leave something to the imagination.

Now, admittedly, there can be classy jumpsuits, like Jessica Simpson's.


But, still.

Aaah why did I post it again?!?

3. Crocs
I don't mind crocs. If you find them comfortable, by all means, wear them around the house or in the garden. If you're on your feet at work and are behind a counter, then go for it.
And if you must wear them out in town, please, just get them in non-neon colors. I really want to see your face, not have my eyes dragged to the neon monstrosities on your feet.

None of these colors are allowed. MY EYES! THEY BURN!

That is all. For now.

YEEEAAAAAHHHHH

Lately, I have been obsessed with CSI:Miami. More specifically, with David Caruso's one-liner right before the opening credits and The Who's rock scream. I found this gem linked to on a Ctl-Alt-Del newspost.



It's amazing, I know. You should also check out the CAD comic inspired by Mr. Caruso's awesomeness.
Finally, I stumbled onto this object of hilarity.
Click on the links. You know you want to.