My Inner Old Lady

Okay, so I realized that I have not really provided much useless information yet. Here goes: only 17 people have ever been killed by sting rays (give or take a Crocodile Hunter). I am not making fun of Steve Irwin--in fact, it was only after he died that I realized that perhaps no one could ever HATE the Crocodile Hunter. He was not all there, that's for sure, and dangling his baby in front of a crocodile was not the smartest thing he ever did, but does anyone really have anything bad to say about him? All I can say is that I hope he had a good sense of humour and could see the irony in the fact that after spending the better part of his life chasing one of the deadliest creatures on earth, a FISH does him in. If it was me, I would have drowned from laughing under water before the sting ray poison could have killed me.

Next--did you know that eating marshmallows could kill you? Some lady entered a marshmallow eating contest at the Western Fair, choked on a mouthful, and subsequently died. If you are laughing right now, then shame on you. I have know ever since seeing Ghostbusters that marshmallows are evil. They are good for making rice krispie squares, and nothing else.

I just wanted to mention my favourite show, since everyone else is talking about their favourite shows, and I feel left out. Now that Rock Star is over, and I missed the beginning of the Amazing Race, I really only have one show that I watch. It is...wait for it...Coronation Street. That's right, while most normal people have an inner child, I have an inner old British lady! The show is more interesting and realistic than any American soap opera; there are no impossibly beautiful people you have to watch TRY to act; and you get the added bonus of dry British humour. What more could you ask for?