Great opening dialogue by John Oliver about climate change. I don’t care if people are skeptical about climate change. It’s time for people to be more efficient and do our part in having a cleaner environment.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
Samsung Galaxy S5
My girlfriend just got the Samsung Galaxy S5 yesterday, and it is an amazing phone.
There’s nothing to report regarding the design as it’s the same as other versions of the Galaxy S series aside from the more pronounced metal ridges on the side of the phone and the perforated soft plastic rear cover which isn’t too aesthetically pleasing. I wish that the S5 went with the soft plastic leather look of the Galaxy Note 3 though. The IP67 rating is nice as it’s certified to be water and dust resistant which means you can submerge the phone in water for 30 minutes for those accidental drops into the pool, sink, or bath tub. There’s less flex on the phone likely due to the IP67 rating though it doesn’t feel as solid as other metal bodied flagship devices. The next Galaxy S6 will be time for a design refresh with what I hope will be a curved back design, soft plastic or even a metal body, and replacing the home button with a capacitive one which can increase screen size more without making the actual phone bigger.
The phone is packed with the latest and greatest hardware with Qualcomm’s Snapdragon 801 at 2.5 GHz, 2GB Ram, 2800 mAh battery, up to 128 MB microSD expansion, new 16 MP ISOCELL camera, Android 4.4 Kit Kat, and some new features like the fingerprint scanner, health monitor, and a battery saving mode.
The display is simply awesome and looks better than my Galaxy Note 3 though you’d have to spend quite some time nit picking between either phone and other flagships such as the LG G2 and the HTC One (M8). The display has been reviewed as the best from many reviews. I also like that it is still accurate and responsive whether you’re wearing gloves or if there’s water on the screen which can’t be said for other flagship phones.
More features can be seen below covered by Android Authority.
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Android Authority: Android 4.4 Kit Kat – Everything You Need to Know
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Android Authority: Samsung Galaxy S5 – Camera Shootout
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Android Authority: Samsung Galaxy S5 – 5 New Software Features
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Android Authority: Samsung Galaxy S5 – Fingerprint Scanner Feature Focus
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Android Authority: Samsung Galaxy S5 vs Samsung Galaxy Note 3
2014 49ers Draft Day(s) Moves
49ers 1st Round, Pick 30: SS Jimmie Ward, Northern Illinois
This was a bit of a head scratcher pick since the 49ers had drafted Eric Reid last year and signed Antoine Bethea during the off-season. Reid has been spectacular and is already one of the best FS in the league. Bethea is a former Pro-Bowler who’s at the end of his prime but has a couple more good seasons in him. There were other more pressing needs like WR, which they addressed by trading for Steve Johnson of the Bills, and CB, which lacks all kinds of depth. Even still, these could be targets in future rounds and Ward was considered one of the best prospects at his position.
Ward is listed at 5-11, 193. He looks to be a smart player and has fluid motion with good feet but lacks just a bit in ideal speed. Not a strong tackler, so this is something he has to work on especially given his position.
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49ers to Trade for WR Stevie Johnson
The 49ers will trade for Stevie Johnson of the Buffalo Bills. Just 27 years old, he put up solid numbers with 52 catches, 597 yards, and 3 TDs last season while averaging roughly 79 catches, 1043 yards, and 8 TDs the 3 prior seasons. Johnson is a local from Sacramento, so it’ll be easy to root for him.
The 49ers will be giving up a conditional 4th round pick which can turn into a 3rd round pick based on performance.
TBT: Throwback Thursdays
Frank Gore, 2005 3rd Round Draft Pick, 49ers Running Back
Frank Gore was the starter for “the U” (Miami) before knee injuries made his draft stock plummet. He was a 1st round talent who then was drafted in the 3rd round because of that. He certainly proved doubters wrong as he’s been one of the top 5 HBs in the NFL ever since he came into the league and one of the few remaining starting running backs who doesn’t share running duties with antoher HB.
Basic Bitches
A 27 year old student listed her virginity up for auction. Once her pic was posted, the bidding activity increased and topped out at $801k. She’s an attractive blonde hair, blue eye girl who has girl next door looks underneath the layers of make-up in the pic she provided. Way to kill 2 birds with 1 stone. Attention whore and if the deal goes down, just a whore.
update: She pulled the listing because she doesn’t want to prostitute herself, so just an attention whore for now.
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Stupid girl takes stupid selfie then gets a stupid tattoo of it. I wonder hwo that tattoo of a digital camera will look in 15-20 years. So narcisistic and makes you wonder why her parents didn’t wear a rubber years ago.
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7×7: Taylor Swift Rumored to Buy Historical Presidio Heights Mansion for $18 Mil
Grankini wearing, “heartbroken” revenge song singer Taylor Swift is rumored to buy a home in San Francisco. I know you’re singing about hipsters, but no one wants you here. So please, Taylor, feel free to continue throwing away fan mail across the country.
http://www.7×7.com/style-design/taylor-swift-rumored-buy-historical-presidio-heights-mansion-18m
What’s in the News….
Chick Squirts Breast Milk in Office Milk Supply
This is absolutely disgusting, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she got fired. My other thought is this must be the hot office chick as she has a great body with a thong underneath that form fitting dress. Too bad she’s as dumb as a box of rocks for doing that.
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Topless Book Club Photos in NYC’s Central Park
Looks like a bunch of emo girls who are looking for a reason to get topless photos taken of them.
See more pictures below:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/05/topless-book-club-new-york-photos-nsfw_n_5267320.html
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Bay Area’s James Beard Award Winners
Best Chef (West): Daniel Patterson of Coi
Outstanding Restaurant: The Slanted Door
Outstanding Service: Restaurant at Meadowood
Outstanding Restaurant Design: SHED
Amy Schumer’s Speech About Confidence
Amy Schumer has been on my radar ever since she did a couple celebrity roasts on Comedy Central and her appearances on the Howard Stern Show. She has several funny skits about women’s behavior, or really her inner thoughts, on her show Inside Amy Schumer. And hey, there’s something attractive about a woman who’s funny, driven, and down to earth.
http://www.vulture.com/2014/05/read-amy-schumers-ms-gala-speech.html
Here I go, and if it doesn’t go well, please just don’t blog about it.
Right before I left for college, I was running my high school. Feel it. I knew where to park, I knew where to get the best chicken-cutlet sandwich, I knew which custodians had pot. People knew me. They liked me. I was an athlete and a good friend. I felt pretty, I felt funny, I felt sane. Then I got to college in Maryland. My school was voted number one … for the hottest freshman girls in Playboy that year. And not because of me. All of a sudden, being witty and charismatic didn’t mean shit. Day after day, I could feel the confidence drain from my body. I was not what these guys wanted. They wanted thinner, blonder, dumber … My sassy one-liners were only working on the cafeteria employees, who I was visiting all too frequently, tacking on not the Freshman 15, but the 30, in record-breaking time, which led my mother to make comments over winter break like, “You look healthy!” I was getting no male attention, and I’m embarrassed to say, it was killing me.
But one guy paid me some attention — Matt. Matt was six feet tall, he looked like a grown-up von Trapp child, and he was five years older than me. What?! An older boy, paying attention to me? I must be okay. Uff. I made him laugh in our bio lab, and I could tell a couple times that we had a vibe. He was a super senior, which is a sexy way of saying “should have graduated, but needed an extra year.” He barely spoke, which was perfect for all the projecting I had planned for him. We grew up in the same town, and getting attention from him felt like success. When I would see him on campus, my heart would race, and I would smile as he passed. I’d look in the mirror and see all the blood rise to my face. I’d spend time analyzing the interaction, and planning my outfit for the next time I saw him. I wanted him to call. He never called. But then finally, he called.
It was 8 a.m., my dorm room phone rang. “Amy, wassup? It’s Matt. Come over.” Holy shit! This is it, I thought. He woke up thinking about me! He realized we’re meant to start a life together! Let’s just stop all this pretending that we weren’t free just to love one another! I wondered, would we raise our kids in the town we both grew up in, or has he taken a liking to Baltimore? I don’t care. I’ll settle wherever he’s most comfortable. Will he want to raise our kids Jewish? Who cares? I shaved my legs in the sink, I splashed some water under my armpits, and my randomly assigned Albanian roommate stared at me from under her sheets as I rushed around our shitty dorm room. I ran right over to his place, ready for our day together. What would we do? It’s still early enough, maybe we’re going fishing? Or maybe his mom’s in town, and he wanted me to join them for breakfast. Knock-knock. Is he going to carry me over the threshold? I bet he’s fixing his hair and telling his mom, “Be cool, this may be the one!” I’ll be very sweet with her, but assert myself, so she doesn’t think she’s completely in charge of all the holiday dinners we’re going to plan together. I’ll call her by her first name, too, so she knows she can’t mess with me. “Rita! I’m going to make the green bean casserole this year, and that’s that!” Knock-knock. Ring ring. Where is he?
Finally, the door opens. It’s Matt, but not really. He’s there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can’t focus on me. He’s actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. “Hey!” he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He’s fucking wasted. I’m not the first person he thought of that morning. I’m the last person he called that night. I wonder, how many girls didn’t answer before he got to fat freshman me? Am I in his phone as Schumer? Probably. But I was here, and I wanted to be held and touched and felt desired, despite everything. I wanted to be with him. I imagined us on campus together, holding hands, proving, “Look! I am lovable! And this cool older guy likes me!” I can’t be the troll doll I’m afraid I’ve become.
He put on some music, and we got in bed. As that sexy maneuver where the guy pushes you on the bed, you know, like, “I’m taking the wheel on this one. Now I’m going to blow your mind,” which is almost never followed up with anything. He smelled like skunk microwaved with cheeseburgers, which I planned on finding and eating in the bathroom, as soon as he was asleep. We tried kissing. His 9 a.m. shadow was scratching my face — I knew it’d look like I had fruit-punch mouth for days after. His alcohol-swollen mouth, I felt like I was being tongued by someone who had just been given Novocain. I felt faceless, and nameless. I was just a warm body, and I was freezing cold. His fingers poked inside me like they had lost their keys in there. And then came the sex, and I use that word very loosely. His penis was so soft, it felt like one of those de-stress things that slips from your hand? So he was pushing aggressively into my thigh, and during this failed penetration, I looked around the room to try and distract myself or God willing, disassociate. What’s on the wall? A Scarface poster, of course. Mandatory. Anything else? That’s it? This Irish-Catholic son of bank teller who played JV soccer and did Mathletes feels the most connection with a Cuban refugee drug lord. The place looked like it was decorated by an overeager set designer who took the note “temporary and without substance” too far.
He started to go down on me. That’s ambitious, I think. Is it still considered getting head if the guy falls asleep every three seconds and moves his tongue like an elderly person eating their last oatmeal? Chelsea? Is it? Yes? It is. I want to scream for myself, “Get out of here, Amy. You are beautiful, you are smart, and worth more than this. This is not where you stay.” I feel like Fantine and Cosette and every fucking sad French woman from Les Miz. And whoever that cat was who sang “Memories,” what was that musical? Suze Orman just goes, “Cats.” The only wetness between my legs is from his drool, because he’s now sleeping and snoring into me. I sigh, I hear my own heartbreak, I fight back my own tears, and then I notice a change in the music. Is this just a bagpipe solo? I shake him awake. “Matt, what is this? The Braveheart soundtrack? Can you put something else on, please?” He wakes up grumpily, falls to the floor, and crawls. I look at his exposed butt crack, a dark, unkempt abyss that I was falling into. I felt paralyzed. His asshole is a canyon, and this was my 127 Hours. I might chew my arm off.
I could feel I was losing myself to this girl in this bed. He stood up and put a new CD on. “Darling, you send me, I know you send me, honest, you do …” I’m thinking, “What is this?” He crawled back into bed, and tried to mash at this point his third ball into my vagina. On his fourth thrust, he gave up and fell asleep on my breast. His head was heavy and his breath was so sour, I had to turn my head so my eyes didn’t water. But they were watering anyway, because of this song. Who is this? This is so beautiful. I’ve never heard these songs before. They’re gutting me. The score attached to our morning couldn’t have been more off. His sloppy, tentative lovemaking was certainly not in the spirit of William Wallace. And now the most beautiful love songs I’ve ever heard play out as this man-boy laid in my arms, after diminishing me to a last-minute booty call. I listened to the songs and I cried. I was looking down at myself from the ceiling fan. What happened to this girl? How did she get here? I felt the fan on my skin and I went, “Oh, wait! I am this girl! We got to get me out of here!” I became my own fairy godmother. I waited until the last perfect note floated out, and escaped from under him and out the door. I never heard from Matt again, but felt only grateful for being introduced to my new self, a girl who got her value from within her. I’m also grateful to Matt for introducing me to my love Sam Cooke, who I’m still with today.
Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.
Foodies…and Other Stuff
Vice: There is a New Wave of Foodies That is Dumber Than Ever
Just my thoughts to this article…Food trends have become one where it’s now a chef or at home cook who tries to mash anything together in hopes of getting some press out there even if the end product really doesn’t taste good. Once this trends, everyone has to go and try it which in of itself isn’t so bad. It’s when people, almost like sheep, just praise it because their favorite blogger or friend said so. There’s a difference between something that is good and something that just isn’t.
I didn’t mind the bacon trend a few years ago. It made sense as many people ate pancakes with syrup and a side of bacon. The sweet and salty worked, and so then did some versions of some type of sweet candied bacon. The Cronut was another trend that was huge last year. I tried a local version of it that was ok though likely not as good as the original. A co-worker graciously gave me a bagel that was also like a croissant which was terrible and made me question why this was even being sold. Some of these food outlets and chefs have no shame when it comes to trying to hitch onto a bandwagon to make a buck, and “foodies” out there embrace it even if it doesn’t work.
Now we’re seeing Pizza Hut try chicken finger crusts, Taco Bell with a breakfast waffle taco, and truffle oil (wait, is this made from truffles? Hmm.) on everything. Disgusting. This is just as bad as those places who charge $1000 for a martini, but I’ll save that rant for another time.
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Seinfeld Mash-Up With Donald Sterling
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Amazon: 70% off Sennheiser HD360 Pro headphones
These headphones are being clearanced out at most retailers, but Amazon has them for the cheapest if you’re looking for a nice set.
Throwback Thursday: Kobe Bryant’s 81 Points Game & 62 Points, Outscores Mavs in 3 Quarters
Howard Stern Show: James Franco Interview (April 30, 2014)
Howard Stern Show: James Franco Interview (April 30, 2014)
James Franco stopped by the Howard Stern Show studio to do an interview. He addressed his name on Lindsay Lohan’s fuck list. They both used to live at the Chateau Marmont in LA a number of years ago. He basically said LiLo was obsessed with him and even broke into his room one night at 3AM. Evidently, Franco invited Lohan to a rehearsal that he was directing where she was being snarky and critiquing the actors. Franco then kicked her out which pissed her off. He strongly denies sleeping with her unless he was raped in his sleep the night she broke into his room.
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