Category Archives: Boot to the Head

BTTH XI

Michelle Obama’s campaign to kick childhood obesity is getting revved up (I think I like this First Lady “cause” the best out of all of them in recent years), receiving top-level press and visibility. Jamie Oliver, a chef from a country definitely not known for its healthy cuisine either, is beginning to make a difference in some US cities (and I hope it turns into a tidal wave of change), and the Healthy Schools Campaign in Chicago is starting a trend for the millions of children at risk for obesity and its related dangers.

Then KFC comes out with a new sandwich.

Today’s boot goes to the “Double Down” — what better way to complement the aforementioned healthy eating campaigns than to introduce “food” that’ll have microscopic beavers building dams in your major arteries faster’n you can say atherosclerosis?

I mean, listen. I’ll eat the occasional Fluffernutter, and I do like having a decadent treat once in awhile, or celebrating on a special day. But this is an affront to anyone who’s ever cared a minute about his or her health in the slightest. Who needs bread when ya got two pieces-a fried chicken you can slap together around bacon, cheese and goo? How delightfully American.

The numbers on KFC’s site look suspiciously low.

Anyway, BOOT to the head for them. Trying to eat healthy is hard enough on everyone. And don’t even get me started on the food in my school cafeteria…

FO

Dear graffiti artist:

Thank you for the ugly scratching of nonsense letters in the black paint on the inside of my classroom door yesterday. No doubt you were bored while waiting for me to dismiss you. Or you thought you were sooper sneaky and funny, tee-hee. The old hag’ll never know what hit her! Hahahahahaha!
~

Thing is…you forgot something. All will suffer until I find you. And I will find you. Believe it. After about the 3rd straight week of standing for entire rehearsals, during which I will exhibit the disposition of a honey badger, someone will give you up. Take it to the bank. There are usually about 25 people standing near the door before dismissal — somebody saw you.

If it takes until June, I will find you. Now you just have a real good day.~

Sincerely,
Rat Fink, your humble choral director

Ouch, my eye.

What a dope. I bashed a door into my face yesterday (and a sharp part of my glasses into my open eye), and now I cannot stop weeping (and writhing in pain). Fantastic — time to call the opthoalsghlaskdmfalgist.

All I really want to do right now is spend the night in a giant beagle. Instead, I’m getting ready to go to the emergency room.

Help, I’m stupid and I can’t see!®

Fink out.

BTTH X

“I was trying to help her up and she fell on her leg.”

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Of course she did, dear.

And so it goes: another pro athlete arrested for stupid behavior that threatens an otherwise entitled and charmed life. Some people can’t see how fortunate they are. The man is blessed with tackling talent that eventually gives him an embarrassment of riches. After retirement from the NFL, he is paid handsomely to hang around the sidelines and give his opinion on stuff. Difficult job.

It’s a cruel statement, “You can take the boy out of the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of the boy.” Yet it’s been proven over and over again in pro sports — especially the NBA and NFL. Fortunately, these jokers seem to be in the minority; most pro athletes make it through their careers without spending a single night in jail. Imagine that.

And then there’s the ubiquitous shirking of any blame whatsoever. Why do they do this so consistently? Because they get away with it so frequently. Why take the blame when you can successfully point the finger at someone or something else? Sapp will plead innocent, even if they send him to jail (which they won’t). It’s *always* somebody else’s fault. And even though the truth — either hard or circumstantial — will stare the judges right in the face, they will slap little Warren with an earth-shattering punishment by fining him and sending him back to his “job” on the NFL network for seven figures, so, you know, we can repeat this scenario in five years or so and go through the same process with the same result.

And the sad part is, it’s not limited to pro sports. But don’t get me started on that. I’m actually in a good mood today.

:-)

BTTH IX

Y’ know…I don’t ask for much.

Tonight, I’m leaving for Cincinnati to go to a music geek convention. Yesterday, after a particularly difficult day, I called the hotel down there to confirm, and I asked about WiFi. The nice gal said, “Yes, we do have internet access in the rooms — it’s $9.95 per night.”

“$9.95 per night!!??”, I shot back. “This is the Hyatt Flippin Regency fuh cripesake! Motel 6 and Super 8 will give you WiFi for FREE, but you are charging $150 per night for a room AND $10 to get on the web!??”

She apologized, then I apologized. I told her I knew it wasn’t her fault, but that somebody is getting rich off this and it ain’t the poor slobs who pay for the privilege of a bed and a shower. I know…I get reimbursed by the school for the expenses, but it’s the principle of the thing. Honestly. Find any little reason you can to rip folks off (sorry for the split infinitive; I’m honked).

*straightening hair and skirt*

Just saw these comments on a Toledo TV station news article about a woman who left her 3-year-old daughter on the side of a road:

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Anyway. At least the day sucked and I had a really difficult tap rehearsal and got home at 9:30 and now every single school in the area is on a 2-hour snow delay — except mine. Ah, wait. Just got the call.

:-)

Time for more coffee…and time to pack! Happy Thursday, fiends. I will post to you tomorrow after paying $10 for the privilege.

Fink out.