Things Bears Love

I just love the internet for stuff like this: someone actually took the time to make and post cartoons of things that bears love. The site is awesome, and appropriately titled.

The Mayercraft Carrier (and I'm not joking)

Do you have $25,000 to spare? Do you loooooove John Mayer? Well, you're in luck, because you could ... go on a cruise with him. Well, not just you, tons of other Mayer-lovers too. I mean, because there's nothing better to spend your money on during a recession than cruises with John Mayer.

How Much???

Do you CSU folk remember when Common came to our school? Confession: I had a Monday night management class, and brought a giant Subway cup filled with Sprite and vodka in with me, got drunk during class, and then met my friends at the concert. Surprisingly, that was the only time I was drunk in a class (barring hungover drunk). Anyways, according to this site, which lists the amount a musician or band demands for each performance, he gets $50,000-60,000 for each performance. That's nutty. I guess it really is lucrative to be a famous musician.

If Only

Freshman year, I parked my car overnight on a street right by my dorm. I didn't really use it much, because I lived and ate on campus, so a few days later I went to retrieve it from the street. It wasn't there. Before panic set in, I noticed a sign that said something to the effect of "NO PARKING NIGHTS FROM ELEVENTY A.M. TO BLERGITY A.M. ON DAYS ENDING WITH 'DAY' "... or something to that effect. Really, it was because they swept the street on Wednesday nights and wanted people to move their cars out of the way. So I call my dad up, fuming (my dad is famous for getting me out of tough situations, like being stuck in Palermo, Sicily, and arranging plane tickets out of there with my credit card) and he takes me to the tow place. We get there, and it's this ramshackle trailer, filled with smelly mechanics, at least three children, a blaring television, one slow-moving and very grumpy woman, and about 6 other freshmen. Needless to say, I wasn't about to scale the fence to retrieve my car (though I did think about it), so I paid my 90 bucks to get my car out of hawk. I go around back to get it, and what do I find? Two parking tickets, stuck to my windshield with ice.

So I don't like tow trucks so much, even though I was the idiot that parked my car in a "street-sweeping zone".

And I wish I was this lady: