WIB Street Teamer Cari alerted me this morning to a press release from ringtone seller Digital Divas, whose "Boobtones" technology apparently "utilizes hidden messages embedded in the ringtones for breast enhancing effect."
"It's painless, fun, and costs less than a cup of coffee so there's no risk in trying it. If you want a little lift, let our Boobtones help you summon the sweater puppets you deserve," says Digital Diva co-owner and Detroit rapper Mr. Scrillion (aka Adam Thick).
The press release is rich with boobie puns, including:
- "Why go with silicone or saline when subliminal will do?"
- "...ready to bust out all over the Internet."
- "We want to add a little more bounce to your step, and add a handful of happiness to your day."
For those interested, the ringtones are offered in several musical formats including hip hop, rock, latin, and country. They sell for $1.99, but are not (yet) FDA approved.
Upon learning of the news, my coworker Doreen said, "I'm downloading all of them, and I'll be on the phone all day. I need larger sweater puppets."
I was watching highlights of the Democratic National Convention tonight and heard commentators on MSNBC compare the Obamas to the Huxtables a dozen times in two minutes.
At what point is Barack supposed to eat Jello in a knit sweater?
I kept social over the weekend, so I missed out on the news that Barack Obama named Joe Biden as his running mate.
Upon reentering the news world today, I was racking my brain about an article I read about Biden not too long ago. I dug around online and finally found the GQ feature story that published last August called, "Joe Biden can't shut up..." I read the article some time during my backpacking through Italy, I think.
If you don't know anything about Biden, I recommend reading the article. It was written recently enough to be relevant (he was running for president at the time) but is also old enough to exclude all the news garbage since the Democratic primaries ended. I'm not saying the story's balanced, but it's timeless.
Upon turning in my final paper today and completing my first quarter of graduate work, I'm feeling reflective and would like to share a few thoughts...
Procrastination never goes out of style. The paper is due at 6 p.m. today. I was up at 5 a.m. this morning to finish writing it. I did the same thing for the last paper. History repeats itself. Ironically, I learned this while cramming for a history final as an undergrad.
You know your spell check is outdated when it doesn't recognize "blogs." Following the spell check of the nine-page paper, I was stoked to learn that I had no spelling errors, except for "new" words like "blog" and "Facebook."
Homework still sucks. I dreaded reading for class even if I liked the book. Something about required reading tastes like pennies to me.
I haven't had this much fun since kindergarten. The last time I was this interested in class I was in kindergarten. Who doesn't love coloring? School is really boring between 1st grade and about your third year of undergrad because most of what you learn is force-fed by educational institutions. Once you choose your major in college, learning becomes interesting again. There's a significant 14-year gap. I'm glad I'm well out of it and am metaphorically coloring in class again.