Polar bears don't play with penguins

The past weekend I was watching March of the Penguins on DVD as one of my quieter entertainments. It was too painful to do anything else since both my legs were strained from bowling too much at a Friday team event. Yes, that's right. I bowled with my right hand but hurted my left and right legs and more ...

After watching a film of all about penguins I realized something that I have never thought hard enough before. Maybe for you too. The question came to me, "Why I see no polar bears in this ice of land?"

Have you seen pictures of penguins and polar bears that are good buddies? .. or the winter version of Coca-Cola commercial that shows a flock of baby penguins offering the big huggy polar bear a refreshing Coke?

These images are popular. But do you realize that polar bears are strictly Arctic species whereas penguins are strictly Antarctic. There are no ways they could share a Coke, or they could play with each other. Correct the kids when they read a story of penguins and polar bears together again, because they are simply wrong to be together. ;)

It was one of my unusual moments of overthinking. Once again television got us the wrong messages in our heads. Thanks to the television!

Worst gift for him/her

This morning while getting ready to work I tuned into Global morning news on television. Yes, there are times that I do not have to watch Peep. This is mostly determined by the channel I last watched the night before.

As Global was about going through the Top 5 Worst Gifts for Him/Her, I cranked up the volume a little and listened. First they began on the list of worst gifts for her. I couldn't remember all but surely remembered ones that I disagreed upon.

Worst gift #3. No sparkly stuff for her. Referring to the bling bling. The moment I heard I stopped the shuffling in my bag and found a need to check which news reporter was speaking here. I do not understand how jewelry could end up as top 5 worst gifts. It could only make sense as worst gift to guy's pocket but should not make a bad gift to receive. Anyway the list went on.

Worst gift #1. Something she needs rather than she wants. "Like a cooking frying pan," the reporter said. I must be the wierdest girl on earth because one of the items I would want to receive this year is a cookie sheet pan for baking which is something similar along the line.

Realizing my weirdness or practicalness shall end next year, they began speaking on the list of Top 5 Worst Gifts for him. No way I could make any mistakes since I'm the best gifter ever.

Worst gift #1 for him. Clothes that upgrade to a better version of him. I stopped there, outcried in disbelief not liking what I hear at all. For one piece of nice fine guys clothing I buy is usually more expensive than the one I buy for myself. Shaking my head, whoever came up with the list does not fully appreciate the kindess, the thoughts, the time and the money that go behind upgrading their wardrobe. Pissed, and I'm boycotting Global no matter what for a day or two at least.

However in this festive holiday season with snow dancing everywhere, I shall remain sweet and strong and continue my tradition on clothes for them! Forget the list, you know best what to get your family and loved ones for Christmas. 4 more days til Christmas and my loved ones are still giftless!

My Morning Patch of Happiness

"Why are you getting so late into car?" Mom yelled as she waited long enough on the driveway in the morning to get to work. I stayed honest and did not want to lie. I muttered, "I was watching cartoons" half closing my eyes as I was saying it waiting for what reactions she might get on an over twenty-something grown up daughter with a company badge hanging out that says eye bee m and still watched what. "What?" she shouted.

"I need it for the day ahead. It patches me up!" I justified as if there was every right to watch it and it was even cause justified to be late. Before she could have any reactions I added, "It's only 10 minutes."

With that expression on her face I knew she wanted to see my boss at work to find out what work has turned me into. I knew she was thinking outloud about that. I was right. She said it. Half the coworkers I social with are not sane anyway. Fine. That's a lie. Just me. I guess. Seriously back in school I don't remember myself having the need to watch cartoons to survive a day, I like school. I love school when I'm out of school. What happens now?

However enjoying a short clip of Peep and the Big Wild World on TLC every morning at 8:10 am is different. It helps start my day on a cheerful note! I'm not kidding. This is the best kids show out there fun and educational on both science and values. Importantly it's not over kiddy. It has cute humour. Actually besides watching Peep, I also watch the cartoons before and after but they are far from good as Peep. Each is 10 minutes long. So when all adding up together it's not really 10 minutes as I claimed.

I always complain how kids shows/cartoons these days are ugly, violent or over acted. Barney falls into the best over acting category. I don't think I want my kids to pick up the dancing, the talking and the big nodding from the show. On a positive note, the purple dinosaur lessons are valuable ones. Barney deserves my compliments on that but please .... cut out the theatical performance in daily life. Save it for broadway or Halloween.

Dumbest dog ever

Google Video is awesome which gives people the power and convenience to search for millions of videos online (okay I won't say millions but probably thousands, since the technology is still Beta!) The clip is funny. Enjoy!

Nauseous gamer

This Saturday I went into office for an afternoon to catch up on work in trying to ease my week a little bit. I found myself a little sluggish at work since it was so quiet around. No doubt that office is a good place to be at on weekends if requiring some work done, but never true in the week due to so many friendly and unfriendly interruptions.

So I worked hard for awhile, but was caught playing pool and video gaming in the building by some familiar faces. I wondered the surprise on his face was by my weekend casualness or by my presence in the game room.

"You play?" I asked as I tried to concentrate on not getting killed in 30 seconds. A grin sparked on his face while watching, "No, I don't but fun seeing you." Argh, murder happened again. I felt woozy but managed to ask, "Are games these days supposed to be ... making people nauseous?"

Obviously I am not too fond of playing these three dimensional graphical games. The feeling is almost flying over the hills a few times, and continuously over the hills a few times. The whole thing makes me wonder why gamers could craze about this? Is it just me bad handling the game or simply bad games?

Next time if I require pretend sickness to leave work for home, I know I can attend one of these 10-minute sessions and acquire my needed symptoms.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

This year, I have been a hostile little girl. I wonder if that's from over eating samosas too much or simply being over worked. However I have stayed polite most of the time and pleased people whenever I could, so I should deserve lots of love (in gifts form) this year!

Please bring me a belt, a ski trip, some time-off, a good sleep and a new ___. I even want to go back to _____. Don't forget to replenish my work buddies after the new year, and please upgrade them on their finance and degrade them on their foosball. Better yet, find one who would buy me Timmies, and some who would make me laugh. If any, surround me with more good souls. That's all. My list is short and simple that don't even run over two pages. Oh please, lots of snow fall (but not on my driveway)! I'm a romantic person afterall, how could a winter go without snow? Fast forward to Summer if you could after Winter, I can't wait to get to beaches and parks again. Anyway, I hope you like the cognac I left out for you! I thought you would do better with a little alcoholic influence. Merry Christmas Santa!

Love, M i s s B

Andy Garcia, so you're no Italian!

"So are you fluent in Italian now?" asked my friend as he knows I may be travelling to Rome for business. Speaking of Italians I would never slip mentioning my interest toward Andy Garcia, the Hollywood star whom I loved watching his movie in When a man loves a woman with Maggie Ryan. A breif moment later a message came back, "He's not even Italian. He's Cuban!" Are you saying that I couldn't even tell them apart? I felt a little accused.

"You googled, didn't you?!"
"I did not."
"Yes you did!"
"You need to
go Italy to see what real Italians are like."

So really [reale, davvero, infatti!] Andy Garcia is no Italian. He was born in Havana and left for Miami when he was five years old, no trace of Italian at all, has not lived in Italy or anywhere Italian. So what was he doing in God Father then?

Yes, just an actor. An actor who did a fine job of being an Italian was what a well performed artist could do. So Google can't be wrong. I was dumbfounded and felt a little betrayed. I scrolled up my instant messenger trying to find comfort that someone could have been as mistaken as me for the past decade. Yes, I did find my comfort.

Not going to claim I like Italians anymore, I like Cubans!