Bob does the Job

It amazes me sometimes how talent can be so easily overlooked. Whilst conversing the other day, I'm not exactly sure how it was brought up, but the subject of Bob Ross surfaced. If you don't know who Bob Ross is, that's okay, you were just one of those kids deprived of your PBS days. You know, the broadcasting service that brought you classics such as Reading Rainbow, Zoom, and Arthur. I loved that little aardvark...

Anyway, witness the soothing words and strokes of Bob Ross.



AND.



He makes me want to paint. I correct myself. He makes me believe that I will be able to paint.

This is personally how I would like to be taught how to do anything. Bob just knows what to say to make you feel like any of your mistakes can be hidden. He's just the guy to cheer you up on a sick, snow day. May he rest in peace.

However, this is NOT COOL.



Again, not cool...this is outrageous.

Turdsday Thursday

As the saying goes, Thursdays are meant to be "thirsty."

Yet I feel that I am never satisfied with my Thursdays here at Skidmore College. Maybe it's because I have grown to be a negative Nancy or that I have lost track of my REM cycle and am constantly tired. Or maybe  it's because my Thursdays this semester can not possibly compare to the endless fun nights spent on Thursdays last semester? The latter of which I'd like to justify my reasoning.

While coming home, somewhat disappointed and irritated by my night, I thought back on how everyone at Falstaff's looked like they had chugged a Four Loko before grossly dancing to the beats of DJ Ramses. Does anyone even remember the fifteen minutes of fame for Four Loko? This then made me think of this disgusting creation:



As vile as this is, I must say the creators behind this must have somewhat of a cooking expertise. How else would one think of such delicious drunk concoctions? Minus the the "crazy alcohol rainbow pig" aspect.

Aside from this uneventful Thursday, which I could have just spent being efficient and getting work done, the day itself was absolutely beautiful and wonderful. I love when the reminders of spring creep in. Except 45 degree weather only leaves you wanting more.

Ahh, which leaves me with the ever more longings of those who are not here this semester and cannot also enjoy this beautiful weather.

JAPcAN't

I came to the realization today of how effective advertisements are, sometimes.

I drank my first soda, Dr. Pepper to be exact, in literally what feels like eternity. After consuming the liquid satan, I was puzzled as to what compelled me to drink it in the first place. I don't even like soda! I recall being intrigued by the refreshing look of the dripping condensation on the sides of the bottle while watching a commercial during Jeopardy the other day. This made me feel weak. The feeling of succumbing to the crafty minds behind Dr. Pepper, bastards. 

However, I must say, I love watching commercials. I am honestly curious as to what industries feel will best market their product. Mostly, I am obsessed with foreign commercials. This past semester we watched a film in Italian Cinema which featured commercials from Italy, it was one of my favorite sections. Watching commercials from another country is like getting a different perspective on their culture. 

A country I feel that always manages to miss the target in terms of advertising, is definitely Japan. For instance:

What the hell were you thinking Japanese McDonalds?!
I understand that you are trying to market your new teriyaki burger, but mixing clips of cut lettuce and sunny-side eggs with what looks to be scenes from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" does not leave a viewer begging to make a trip to the drive-thru. If anything, it makes me want to play a game of Final Fantasy...

ALSO:



Again, Japan. Fail. Just because there are cute children consuming what looks to be oversized flan, does not mean I will be coerced into also obtaining my own Giga Pudding. Also, is that how you came up with this commercial? Your committee of advertisers sat around eating Giga Pudding contriving ways of marketing this blob of lard? And what is with the form of cannibalism going on at the beginning? Oy.


Yet, I still love the Japanese. C'mon, they are the minds behind little gifts such as sushi, anime, and of course, Honda.

On a different note, it's so damn cold outside. Wish it were acceptable to blast this song in my car with the windows down...

sNOw Way...

While every other sane student of the Skidmore community is out galavanting in the freshly fallen powder, I am forced to remain responsible and focus on the urgent matter at hand: Biology 106. Although I am enthralled by the subject, I must say, sometimes I find reading about plants and parasitic relationships to be quite dull and repetitive. However, I do recall being absolutely haunted by a video shown during lecture this week.





What the whaaat? Are you kidding me? Is this really happening? Does this really happen? Also, make note of the first comment on the post, hilarious. I am definitely one of those people who enjoys an episode of Planet Earth now and then, but this just seems like it should be in a scene of Alien! So bizarre...

I just can't get over the part where the parasitic wasps have already emerged and the caterpillar then begins spinning his blanket when the narrator states how the same wasp virus from weeks before has invaded the caterpillar's brain to cause this unusual behavior....this is unreal.

As nerdy as this video is, it magnified for me the intricacies of every living thing. This blows my mind. I'm so sorry if I've grossed out anyone who has watched that from ever gardening again, because those specific caterpillars that become invaded are easily found on tomato plants. Fun!

Okay, well, that's all. Everyone have a splendid snow day. I will end this post with an always amusing, never failing, cat video.