Is being left-handed a blessing or a curse? I don’t necessarily care either way, but I just want to know. Because I’ve met a lot of left-handers over the years (heck, one of my brothers is left-handed), and I’m not sure if I should be jealous of their advantages or glad I don’t have their obstacles.
Shades are deceptive. I know this is a The Random post, but I’m dead serious. The sunglasses are misleading, making their wearer’s facial activity most ambiguous. Don’t understand what I’m saying? Allow me to tell you what happened on the subway last week.
[Warning: This short post is almost all questions. It’s up to you to decide the answers.]
What if roses weren’t red? What if there wasn’t, past or present, a single red rose on the planet? I can’t help but wonder what kind of ripple effects that would have throughout time.
NBA Street Vol. 2 is the greatest video game of all time. In my opinion, there’s not really any competition. I know some people will disagree with me, especially since there are those who don’t care about sports games at all, but this video game (played exclusively on the illustrious PlayStation 2) should be considered a great one by all.
Ramen Noodles. There are many other meals that people prefer, and a plethora of foods that are healthier. But if this particular pre-packaged masterpiece didn’t exist, America wouldn’t be quite the same.
How so? The answer is multifold, but a simple answer is this:
One of my favorite superheroes of all time is D.C.’s Batman. But when I was younger, it was often hard for me to relate to the dark knight because, well, he was a rich white guy. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not rich…or white. But instead of griping about it, I created a black Batman in my mind, and with this version of the hero there are some notable differences (and not just about him).
I know who Mary Poppins is, but what is she? It may be a strange question to ask but it’s one that’s been bothering me for about…eh, we’ll call it ten minutes now. And I’m dead serious about it.
How did I come to this question?
Some things in life just go well together. Children and a dog, burgers and fries, basketball and trash talk, and peanut butter and jelly (or so I’m told) are some of these things, just to name a few. Other things, however, should not go together under most any circumstance. A prime example? Wearing Nike with Adidas.
After turning eighteen just a few weeks ago, I’ve found myself reflecting on some of my favorite parts of my younger years. Then, because I’m weird (and embrace my weirdness whole heartedly), I began thinking of my favorite childhood scents. So without further ado, for your reading pleasure, I present to you my 5 favorite scents from childhood.
I love fictional books. I love movies. I like movies based on fictional books (I don’t love them because the book is almost always better, but that’s a post for another time). There is, however, one major flaw in many fictional books and most every movie. That flaw is simply this: