The closer something looks like an actual human being, without being an actual human being, the creepier it looks. That’s what the uncanny valley refers to — this dip in our emotional response to a human likeness.
If you’ve never had them, they’re called “egg rolls,” but they’re nothing like the deep fried pork-and-vegetable rolls you get at Chinese restaurants. No, these are cookies, plain and simple. Rolls and rolls of sweet flaky, buttery goodness. I used to eat them straight over the tin, because they’re so crumbly and messy.
Is anyone as baffled as I am by a local team choosing the seagull as its mascot? Seagulls are smelly, mean, and really kind of a nuisance, especially when you’re just trying to eat your lunch outside.
Yup, I finally figured out who our cat, Mama, reminds me of….
When you’re scooping the litter box, do you ever pretend that it’s a treasure hunt, and you’re sifting for little gold nuggets? What’s that? You don’t? Yeah. Me, neither. There’s absolutely nothing that can make the process any less disgusting.
Every time I hear Counting Stars by OneRepublic, I start singing, “You and me, baby, ain’t nothin’ but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel….” Because they’re the exact same song. Try it….
There’s a tapas restaurant down the street that Melissa and I frequent, partially for the tapas and mostly for the sangria. I love tapas. I just hate the inevitable raised eyebrows you get when you tell someone you’re going to a “tapas bar” for dinner.