I think fireworks are boring. I think that if you’ve seen one fireworks display, you’ve seen more than enough. When I watch hordes of people standing outside, with their faces tilted to the sky, saying things like, “Oooh – there’s a red one!” or “Oooh – there’s another blue one!” I always think that these people could be easily recruited by a suicide cult.
It was just revealed that, earlier in the week, Facebook secretly diverted certain users’ feeds, emphasizing either positive or negative posts, to see if these users’ emotions could be manipulated. I immediately wondered, how could Facebook decide which were positive or negative posts? Things like “My entire family is coming to stay with us for the holiday” or “Here’s a clip of my daughter at her first grade oboe recital” could go either way.
John and I have watched and enjoyed the first episodes of Million Dollar Listing: Miami (and remember, this is about shameful confessions.) If you want your son to grow up to become a sleazy real estate broker, in any city, name him Chad.
Whenever I read about the mobs of orthodox Jews who constantly gather at the grave of Rabbi Schneerson, because they think he could very well be the Messiah, I always wonder: wouldn’t it be better if the Messiah was cuter?
I have a major sweet tooth, but that new line of Cake Boss cakes, available at Stop and Shop, frighten me. The frosting is so rigid, and the cakes seem so heavy, that I wonder if these cakes have been weaponized.
