How is a Police Search a Romantic Proposal?

Meet Senator Ben Cardin's nephew Jon Cardin, a delegate from Maryland. Jon is apparently a hopeless romantic and decided to propose to his girlfriend with a police search (complete with helicopter) of their boat perfomed by those hopeless Cupids, the City of Baltimore Police
Department. Wait... what? I know I've been accused of not being a "typical girl" but do typical girls like that? I thought the jumbotron proposal was the height of obnoxious, but I guess I was wrong. The Baltimore Sun reports the following...

"Officers boarded the boat, owned by a friend of Del. Jon S. Cardin, on Aug. 7 in the Inner Harbor. As the helicopter Foxtrot hovered overhead, adding to the sense of tension, one report says officers pretended to search the vessel and even had the woman thinking she was about to be handcuffed before the delegate got on one knee and proposed."

Clearly, the BPD had the time to help out Jon as Baltimore has a super low crime rate. I mean, ONLY five people were murdered over Memorial Day Weekend. Yes, all of the cops were ON DUTY.

As she said "Yes", the next Romeo is going to have to top good ole Jon. I think the next step is obvious. CLEARLY the way to a "typical girl's" heart is through a full body cavity search performed by Baltimores finest! Ok, they didn't do that, but they did spend some serious tax payer change.

http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/

Excuse me?

I'm all for people losing weight and getting healthy. But don't lie about how you did it, how much you weigh or what size you are. I think Sherri Shepherd looks great after her 41 pound weight loss, however if you look at the NOW size on the magazine it says she's a size 6.

Let me repeat that. A size 6. Um in what designer? The "Everything is a size 6 even though some of it might be a 12" clothing line? It's damaging to women to lie about this stuff. Did she even need to say what size? Why do we base our self worth by the number on the tag? Size 6, I'm awesome! Size 12, I eat puppies for lunch!

Gah. Let's just all cut the tag out and continue being awesome.

This is Stephen Tyler, and not your Jewish Grandmother

This is seriously a photo of Stephen Tyler after his release from the hospital for falling off a stage.

Although this would be a great opportunity to snark on the inappropriateness of men of a "certain age" sporting lyrca, I just can't bring myself to do it. Probably because he looks like someone's Bobe.

Seriously, the v-neck shirt and the Jackie O glasses?

Perhaps a calcium supplement endorsement for post menapausal women is in order?

Verbal Vomit

Here's what I hate today and every other day: people who throw out words they don't understand, use them improperly and think they're cooler than you for using them. People who want to be in the know but have no idea where the know even is. Is it in Africa? Probably.

I've been web designing for 15 years now. What I really enjoy is when people throw words at me like wireframing, digital experience, Web 2.0, social media and they believe they are teaching me. What's worse is that these so-called buzz words are a joke to me and you're a joke to me for using them. It's awesome that you read a book Holmes, but maybe you should take a look at your own job and what you do. Am I telling you how to slap that pickle on my McCheeseburger? Well...I did read a book on it.

Happy Tuesday!

Reality Whores

I really love the non-reality of pretty much all reality shows. I think the "stars" all live together in a big house and every evening they have a meeting and pitch ideas.

Some kind of slimy producer, "Ok who wants to be on L.A. Ink?"

Aubrey from Rock of Love raises her hand, "I do, I do! But can I wear really thick makeup and 3 pairs of false eyelashes at once?"

"Of course you can! Oh and wear very little clothing, act as stupid as possible and piss everyone off."

It's like they all get recycled and hop from one show to another. What's the point? Is anyone really believing any of this is reality any more? Anyone? Bueller?

Adnan, remember him? Pioneer in bad facial hair!

Hey remember Adnan Ghalib? He is a true pioneer in BAD facial hair. I don't really know what you would call this look? Sort of a stretched out douche tag? A ummmm... landing strip?

When you're cheating on your wife AND helping a pop princess with her downward spiral you've GOT to look the part of a super douche.

The BFH is complimented nicely with the super obnoxious sun glasses. And a fallen pop star in a stained t-shirt is THE perfect accessory.