http://www.azstarnet.com/metro/264715

What kind of retarded parent leaves their 3-month old in a van alone?

The story says the mom ran inside the house to get something, and the parents declined to comment. One of two things is happening there:

A. That's total and utter bull.

B. The mom is realizing just how dumb she really is, and realizes that opening her mouth will only confirm her stupidity.

I can't imagine leaving my sweet pigeon alone in a van, even for a second. If you need something from the house, you better make damn sure you get it before you leave, or guess what? You gotta unstrap and re-strap baby. How fortunate these parents were to have found their baby an hour later. They owe the police dept. a big thank you AND an apology for wasting their time on her poor judgement.

If there's anything that brings my blood to a boil, it's a dumb parent. Parents make mistakes, but this is just STUPID.

WHY IS THERE A TEST TO GET A DRIVER'S LICENSE, BUT NOT ONE TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR A HUMAN BEING'S LIFE?!?!?

ARGH!!

-Chi <3

Make your own terrible fan fiction idea here: http://www.kaction.com/badfanfiction/

Warning: extremely addicting. May cause you to actually WRITE this crap. I dare you.

"The Powerpuff Girls loved angry old British men. They also loved gourmet food. So naturally, the choice is to eat at Hell's Kitchen. Only one problem: It's Halloween, and Ramsay has decided to share his scariness with the world by throwing candy at kids and yelling 'IT'S RAW!!'. Upon discovering the kitchen was closed, the Powerpuff Girls decided to run the kitchen themselves. Unfortunately, Ramsay discovered this, and forever more recruited the girls to his restaurant every Halloween, demanding to know where the lamb sauce is."

You're welcome.

-Chi <3

Go to urban dictionary and search for your answers to the following questions;
Post your answers;

1) Your name?

Chi
The town of Chicago

2) Your age?

19
To "be 19", or to have "gone 19" essentially means that something has gone wrong, is just plain weird, or is inexplicable. Derived from Stephen King's 'Dark Tower' series. Its true meaning, if anything more than a motif, has yet to be revealed.

3) One of your friends?

Sari
Noun. An Indian dress. A long piece of cloth that a woman wraps around her body in mysterious ways. This involves complex knots that plunge into the most abstract depths of Knot Theory. When worn right, looks extremely alluring to males.

4) What should you be doing?

Homework
A punishment given to students by evil teachers after the students have already put in 7 hours of hard labor.

5) Favorite color?

Pink
(I'm using the fourth definition because the first 3 are super inappropriate :O)
A clothing line by Victoria's Secret. It includes Panites, tank tops, shorts, bathing suits etc...

6) Hometown?

Canton
One's house or "the crib".

7) Month of your birthday?

April
Derived from a month, used by parents who lacked creativity at the time of their daughters arrival
Though my fav is the second definition: "violent long nailed creature of greek mythology." because one of my evil fan-characters named April pretty much fits that description.

8) Last person you talked to?

Dad
the one who knocked-up your mom

9) What did you last eat?

Peaches
very strange and very horny canadian singer.

10) Your nickname?

Bunny
1) a small ball of fluff that eats stuff and poops. 2) a nickname.

-Chi <3

Tuesday, October 07, 2008
AIG Executives Blow $440,000 After Getting Bailout

If you'd just gotten a government bailout, you might be tempted to hold a retreat at a nice California hotel -- and that's exactly what American International Group (AIG: 3.51, -0.36, -9.30%) executives did.

The committee on Oversight and Government Reform held a hearing on Tuesday at 10:00 a.m. Eastern time. to address and examine downfall of AIG, the world’s largest insurance company. The committee planned to discuss the financial excesses and regulatory mistakes that led to AIG’s government bailout.

One of the items discussed was AIG’s expenditure of $440,000 for a corporate retreat at the St. Regis Monarch Beach resort in Los Angeles, Calif. These funds were spent on Sept. 22, a week after the Federal Reserve extended an $85 billion emergency loan to AIG to keep it from going bankrupt due to insurance liabilities.

According to the receipt from the St. Regis, the eight-day company retreat was a lavish one -- $139,000 was spent on hotel rooms, while even more money -- $147,301 -- was spent on banquets. Another $23,380 was spent on undisclosed spa treatments and another $6,939 was spent on golf. A full $9,980 was spent on room service and food and cocktails at the hotel lounge.

The St. Regis Monarch Beach resort is described on its Web site as “a landmark resort of legendary proportions.”

So is this how George Lucas and Steven Spielberg get inspiration for their movies or what? Cause I had the most epic movie-like dream last night that, while described choppy here, went along pretty seamlessly like a movie.

I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately (not because of anything in particular, just a case of insomnia) and I was having severe back pain on top of starting my special girl time of month, so I took two woman's tylenols before bed. The result became this messed up dream.

It was like... Indiana Jones meets Haunted Mansion. Yea, weird huh? It's what happens when you take meds before sleeping.

So I guess I'm a teen assistant at this orphanage. I'm cleaning up a room and wondering where this sweet Chinese chic is that I love. She's been missing for 3 days. Hmm... (Apparently I'm not a very GOOD assistant in this dream.)

The biological mom comes a little later with her camera asking to visit her kid again. I said I was sorry, but I hadn't seen her in three days, and was assuming she got adopted. The mom starts freaking out. Nobody knows how to deal.

The owner of the orphanage comes by saying she wasn't adopted, some weird alien things took her. This is usually the WTF point in the dream where I wake up. Not tonight apparently.

So I take it upon myself to go look for her. The searching for clues part is sketchy, but apparently it leads me to this gigantic stone building where a bunch of asian people are gathering. (Why so many asians in this dream? I don't get it.) Lo and behold, Indiana Jones is sitting in one of the chairs in the crowd, holding a baby girl. Who is the baby? Beats me, I never figured that part out.

So I go and sit next to him. Apparently we've met before because he welcomes me back. Some dude comes up in front of everyone and starts talking in some funky language I don't recognize. Something pissed Indy off though, cause he stands up and yells something in the same language. All the asians look at us and I'm just like "oooh crap...." This is usually the "ohcrap" part of the dream where I wake up. Again, not happening.

So instead we take off running. We end up going separate directions and the hall I go down has a trick floor in the middle. Of course. So I fall through and land in what appears to be a whole nother building under the building. I look around to see what the heck is going on. I turn to my left to see some weird mechanical robot thing. Tom-morrow from Disney comes to mind. I freak out and ask what the heck is going on. He shows me this teeeeeny green light bulb and a stone with weird writing on it and tells me he's waiting for the others. So I'm like "ooooookay...."

The little asian chic is four feet away. I'm excited until I see her with a blue light bulb. Aw crap. So I have no idea what's going on, but I know it's probably not good. The robot thing wants me to take the red lightbulb and I'm like "HECK no". So I go running. One of the asians shows up (what does it mean to have evil asians in your dream anyway? O.o) and splashes something on all three of us. I dunno what it is, but apparently it gives me the ability to totally melt people if they look into my left eye. Yea, I don't get it either.

So the robot dude says we gotta get out. So I follow him up the stairs and back to the building all the asians were gathering in. I'm covering my left eye in a rather comical attempt to not off anyone. I'm (politely) asking people to not look me in the eye but I end up offing quite a few of them anyway. We get out of the building and it's snowing. The robot dude is a kid now. Why? No idea, never figured that part out either. I'm assuming being in the temple-thing the asians were in does that to ya. He says to relax and enjoy the snow.

I said I would worry about that later, right now my face is mutated and people are dying when I look at them. He says it's okay cause I'm normal again. I look in a conveniently placed mirror, and whadya know. A little ways down, hey, there's Indy and Mary just standing there all casually. They're talking about candles for some reason. The robot-thing says we gotta go and gives (here it comes) a heartfelt goodbye to the two, while James Horner's score "If We Go On" from Land Before Time plays in the background.

Yea, James Horner did the score for my dream. WTF-ed out enough yet? It gets better.

We go back in and a whole bunch of zombie like things are grabbing the light bulbs. The robot-thing is happy cause the "others" have been found. And I'm like "hold on now, these guys have been missing for centuries and now they're all just magically found? No no no, these guys have to be fake, they're not the right ones." The robot dude realizes that's right and starts panicking. The fact I've figured this out pisses off both the zombies AND the asians (never thought I'd write that) and the zombies say I better rethink saying that because, drumroll, George Gracey is here.

Yea, the fictional owner of the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland?

He's just standing there, not really seeming to give a crap that me and the robot dude are in trouble, so much as pissed that these zombies/asians are bugging him. A zombie gets out a crazy colorful teapot and says his father never trusted him like his did so now he's going to ... pour some tea? (OMG vengeful zombie.) So the zombie says he'll reconsider this if he helps them find the money somewhere in the temple. (Wait, now there's MONEY involved? At this point I'm wondering what the heck is going on, but still not waking up.) This pisses Gracey off quite a bit who yells "You think this is about money?!"

Again, I'm just standing by thinking rational thoughts. "Pssht, of course it's not. Gracey's rich, and not to mention he's a GHOST so what would he do with money anyway?" Quite ironic that I'm thinking these things since I really don't know what's going on at all. He continues on "It was never about the money! I want deity!" <--- Now this right here I'm thinking made it's way into my dream because mom and dad had the TV on when they got up this morning; I'm assuming someone said it.

In fact, I googled deity cause I'm pretty sure that word has never once left my mouth. It means a God or Goddess, or a chunk of land left behind by a wealthy king.

So apparently to the ghost, it aint about money, it's about Gods/expensive pieces of land.

Anyway...

This is when he spills that same weird stuff onto them except this time they just melt. I freak out and go running. For some reason, the real "others" are there. We all grab a lightbulb and they all start glowing. This makes the temple shake and crumble and is finally destroyed. Everyone starts cheering and are happy and me? I don't have a clue what's happening. But everyone thanks me and goes home. I'm just kinda left standing there.

I kid you not, at LEAST 30 minutes of blank followed that. I can't believe I slept through that whole -- thing.

So that was my humorous recounting of last night for you, I'm off to never take drugs before bed again.

-Chi <3