- Daylight Savings Time. The state of Arizona is so rebellious, they don't have Daylight Savings Time. (Betcha didn't know that's why their senior Senator calls himself "The Maverick.") Their time stays the same year-round...imagine that! The whole "fall back" thing isn't even fun anymore once you have kids, because all it means is that they wake up at the same time as usual, but the clock says it's an hour earlier. When I'm queen there will be no more need to reset your clocks twice a year. Of course, that also means you'll forget to change the batteries in your smoke detectors. Sorry. I'll outlaw fire too.
- MySpace. I'm all for Internet communication (clearly!), but, dude, Btween ur craZ spLing & da gr8 bakground on ur myspace page, yo, i can't evN read what ur sayin! And while you may think the pictures of you gettin' crazy with your homies and making out with that girl you just met are funny, your future employer just might disagree. MySpace is outta here when I'm kween of da wurld!
- Scented diapers. They're gross, and they're gone.
- Music on blogs. It reminds me too much of MySpace (see #2.) I recognize I may be in the minority here, so until my queenship becomes official I'll just keep using that "pause" button.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
When I am queen
When I am queen of the world (and I'm talking all-powerful monarch, not British-esque figurehead), I'm going to get rid of a few things...when I'm done eliminating war, poverty, and hunger, of course.