sentimental geek

How could, Jerry Seinfeld, husband of supposed author, Jessica Seinfeld, who recently released a book written to help soccer moms add vegetables and fruits to their children’s food secretly (hence the “deceptive”), be pimping for McDonalds?

WTF?

Maybe McDonalds should take a page from Mrs. Seinfelds book (or whoever’s book it is). Throw some spinach in those Big Macs, bitch! I know they’re pushing the whole “green” thing with the movie, which by the way, is going to turn the term “Going Green” as meaningless as those ridiculous magnetic yellow ribbons on the back of SUVs. Sure, they’ll give you kid an “eco” friendly toy but they have to enjoy it while stuffing genetically processed nutritionless chicken nuggets into their tiny, impressionable faces.

Boo. Boo to you, Jerry Seinfeld. You don’t need another Porsche.

My horoscope for today:

“Whether we are on the threshold of a Golden Age or on the brink of a global cataclysm that will extinguish our civilization is not only unknowable, but undecided,” said Edward Cornish, President of the World Future Society. I bet that in the past year you’ve had comparable fantasies about the fate of your own personal destiny, Sagittarius. At times, it must have seemed as if you were teetering on the brink of a sulfurous abyss that was within shouting distance of the yellow brick road to paradise. Talk about conflicting emotions! But now that crazy-making chapter of your life story is coming to an end. No more teetering for you. No more inhaling noxious fumes from the infernal regions. I believe you have already been offered or will soon be offered an escort to the beginning of the yellow brick road. Let’s hope you’re not so addicted to the fascinating glamour of your pain that you turn down the escort.” from Freewill Astrology.com.

AMEN.