Something hit me this morning, kibosh. I feel as though the kibosh is closing in on me... now what the hell does that mean? "Kibosh", according to the online dictionary, means to put an end to something. It seems as though there is something that is ending everyday that I read the news, AND there are things that we want to end, so we'll put the kibosh on them too.
Seems like there are always actions we should stop, products that we shouldn't use anymore, and places we shouldn't buy anything from. This is good for you. This is bad for you. Don't buy from thee because it doesn't support American jobs. The lists change every day.
And there are the Mayans, which would have us believe that the kibosh is really on the whole world, as of December 21.
Facebook's new rival
SILICON VALLEY (The Borowitz Report) – A new social network is about to alter the playing field of the social media world, and it’s called PhoneBook.
According to its creators, who invented the network in their dorm room at Berkeley, PhoneBook is the game-changer that will leave Facebook, Twitter and even the much anticipated Google Buzz in a cloud of dust.
“With PhoneBook, you have a book that has a list of all your friends in the city, plus everyone else who lives there,” says Danny Fruber, one of PhoneBook’s creators.
“When you want to chat with a friend, you look them up in PhoneBook, and find their unique PhoneBook number,” Fruber explains. “Then you enter that number into your phone and it connects you directly to them.”
Another breakout utility of PhoneBook allows the user to arrange face-to-face meetings with his or her friends at restaurants, bars, and other “places,” as Fruber calls them.
“You will be sitting right across from your friend and seeing them in 3-D,” he said. “It’s like Skype, only without the headset.”
PhoneBook will enable friends to play many games as well, such as charades, cards, and a game Fruber believes will be a breakout: Farm.
“In Farm, you have an actual farm where you raise real crops and livestock,” he says. “It’s hard work, but it’s more fun than Mafia, where you actually get killed.”
Little Adam rushes home from school. He invades the fridge and
is scooping out some cherry vanilla ice cream when his mother
enters the kitchen. She says,
"Put that away Adam! You can't have ice cream now. It's too close
to supper time. Go outside and play."
Adam whimpers and says, "There's no one to play with."
Trying to placate him, she says, "OK, I'll play with you. What do
you want to play?"
He says, "I wanna play Mommie and Daddy."
Trying not to register surprise, and to further appease him, she
says, "Fine, I'll play. What do I do?"
Adam says, "You go up to the bedroom and lie down."
Figuring that she can easily control the situation, she goes
upstairs.
Adam, feeling a bit cocky, swaggers down the hall and opens the
utility closet. He dons his father's old fishing hat. As he
starts up the stairs he notices a cigarette butt in the ashtray
on the end table. He picks it up and slips it in the corner of
his mouth. At the top of the stairs he moves to the bedroom
doorway.
His mother raises up and says, "What do I do now?"
In a gruff manner, Adam says, "Get your butt downstairs and get
that kid some ice cream!"
