Silly Bands...Make a silly chain, and hang yourself silly.

I am no stranger to ridiculous fads. I am pretty sure there are over 200 beanie babies in a box in my basement, I found a collection of pogs in the depths of my closet, and I still remember the different patterns for lanyard keychain making. So I ask, why do these silly bands piss me off so much? It's not that they add insult to the regular rubber band by being in the shape of animals/letters/presidents of the united states etc...or that kids tend to wear so many of them their arms soon resemble a multi-neon-colored lumpy sweater.
No I think what bothers me most is just how absurdly popular this fad has become among children and adults. Kids, fine go ahead pile those damn bands on your arm until you can't lift them anymore. If you happen to be over the age of 10, take those damn things off your wrist- you look like a moron. Do you realize you have a pink rubber zebra on your arm? Unless you plan on tying it in your hair or getting that stack of papers to finally stay put, you have no earthly use for such a thing.
Chalk it up to old age, I guess. I just find this useless fad completely embarrassing to the name of past useless fads. Pogs at least promoted gambling, silly bands promote rubber chemicals exposed to your skin, and where is the fun in that?
If you have any other fads you'd like to duscuss, leave a comment. I have recently discovered that people actually read this blog, and I would love to hear what you think. Until then. Get that orange spaceship off your wrist before I slit it with a pokemon card.

For all the dirty minds...

For all the people with their minds in the gutter (like myself) does this commercial just miss the mark for you?


Yeeaahh....coulda came up with a better name for that....

I don't even think the 80's would like this back...

There is an epidemic in Central PA. There is an alarmingly large population of people with mullets. I for one, am truly disgusted that this hair cut is still legal to wear about in public. I am even more ashamed that the people here are unaware that mullets are ridiculous. See for yourself.
It's wrong. I don't know which indecisive idiot invented this awful do. And don't fall behind the old slogan of "Business in the front and party in the back" That is just encouraging it. I'm sorry, but I would neither like to do business nor party with someone with anyone sporting that abortion of a hair cut.


The mullet adds further effrontery by actually being considered an option for a woman's hair cut. To the "ladies" all over central PA currently sporting this hair-do, I say only this. Shave it all off and let it grow back in again. You already look ridiculous.

There were only two people on Earth who looked good in a mullet and it was only because it was the eighties and everything looked bad. Those two people were John Stamos and Billy Ray Cyrus. So Central PA mullet bearers I implore you for the sake of being taken seriously, take your ass down to the barber's/salon and take care of that mess on top of head and lying on your shoulders. Or I will be forced to take some scissors of justice to your head myself.


John Stamos, if you ever read this blog; You have great hair. Don't change at all. Love, Sarah.

Oh My God We're Back Again

I apologize for once again abandoning this blog. I always think of clever things I want to write about, and then for some reason or another (usually laziness) I just don't...

I understand that this blog started out as a random look at life from two of the most awesome people I know, and in some ways it still is, if Marya ever decides to write again...but we are left with me, and so...Sessions will be still be Sessions, but it will have to be from my point of view, and about the going-ons in my little world. Oh sure, it won't be exciting news that one could find in NY. But I have found that York, PA has its own set of quirks, and the people in it are just if not more worthy of comment.

My recent venture has been to find a solid group of friends to surround myself with so I don't succumb to bashing my head against a wall for fun (for the record, it's not...) That is where my current job has come in. I have succeeded in doing so, and although my heart will always be with those certain persons in NY, the friends I have made here have provided me with so much already. Which leads to another point in why I need to start writing again...

If this blog has taught you anything about me, it is that I love gossip, and the gossip at work is so juicy I have considered starting a gossip girl type blog dedicated to the going-ons of what I will now be referring to as 1087. There are other nicknames I use for the people who work there, and I hope I do not confuse you too much if I ever write about them. But back to the gossip...it's ridiculous. 1087 is like a little town and everyone knows each others' business. Oh it is simply too delicious to handle most of the time. The weird love triangles, and gay rumors, and petty spats, loves it. But this is all for another time. Just wanted to let you know some of the things you might start to see.

Anyway, what I really wanted to write about today was about my goal to find fellow smokers in PA. It has been a very long and arduous task. Coming from a place where it was so openly discussed and traded among my friends to a place where I couldn't tell who did and who didn't (well, that's not completely true, there are some people who I have seen and just "know") has sent me on what I will call a noble quest. This quest has lead me to meet a white gangster who schooled me in 90s rap at 3am, A very attractive electrician with a brain the size of a small pebble, two 19 year olds with whom I had a very long discussion about the pros and cons of eating and passing a plastic bottle through your system vs a glass one, an out-there musician who took me through half of his music library while I pretended to be interested at least a quarter of the way through, and a new friend who knows how to take the wheel while you light a bowl. With that said I have also learned that in PA people smoke in sheds not basements, and PA has so many back roads it is impossible to be found by the cops, and burn cruises are the choice way to smoke. Now, I haven't found someone yet to be a smoking buddy, but I am well on my way. Until then, I think it will be fun to write about my little get togethers with the smokers of York, PA. They are an interesting bunch.

So Sessions is back again, slightly modified, but back nonetheless. As always it shall be filled with quirkiness and thoughtful...err thoughts. Until next time. Peace, love, and sessions.

Raw Talent

Just a quick post dedicated to all the raw talent out there in the world. As a somewhat internet surfing junkie I have come across my fair share of videos of amateur singers, musicians, actors, comedians, etc. Besides my thanks for hour hours of entertainment, I would like to say that these people who post these videos could be more talented than some of the "talent" in the industry. Part of me hopes they are discovered so they can share this talent with everyone, but isn't being undiscovered and raw part of their charm? If everyone knew about it...would it be as special? Probably, but not as charming. At least it wouldn't be to me. Anyway, before I go off on some long-winded tangent-- To all the amateurs out there doing what they love whether it be singing an awesome a capella version of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance or just playing their piano, I salute you. You are truly amazing.

Jay Leno Can Suck It

NBC is reporting that after low ratings of the Jay Leno Show, they will be moving the show to the later 11:35 time slot, making it a half hour, and pushing the rest of its late night programming back. Leaving Conan to start at 12:05am, and Jimmy Fallon at 1:05am. This has started a prgramming nightmare for NBC with the fate of both Leno's and O'Brien's show hanging in the air. Fox is even talking to Conan O'Brien about splitting from NBC and starting a show on their network. Once again NBC you have really screwed the pooch.

First of all, Why the hell are we still fighting over Leno? He quit! This is how Conan ended up with the Tonight Show job in the first place. Obviously his ratings suck at 10pm and now NBC wants to bump him to his old time slot? How about you do what you do to any other show that isn't doing well. AXE IT! The guy is fucking things up for everyone else. Sorry Jay, you had a good run, but give it up!

Second of all, Conan on Fox is absurd. Just as absurd as Conan in California is. How about this NBC? Bring Conan back to NY give him back his old show...bump that chode Jimmy Fallon off the air and Keep your precious Leno in California.

This also puts Carson Daly in jeopardy of losing his late night show..but really? Who the hell watches that anyway?

You did this to yourself NBC, Jay Leno is causing all sort of problems for every one of your late night shows, and I'm sorry, if you decide to axe Conan and keep Leno...not only are you going to be losing this viewer, but I am sure many of your late night viewers around my age...which is pretty much the demographic you need to keep yourself at the top of the ratings at night. Letterman, and Kimmel are laughing at you NBC. Knock the shit off, and get rid of Jay Leno.

Let me know what you think readers...do you think NBC should Keep Jay Leno and bump the rest of the late night schedule to accomodate him? Or is it finally time for the Leno era to end?

Graduated Blues

I don't really want to really "dig" in deep on this subject because it makes me sad, but I will simply say this, being an adult is terrible. After receiving the dreaded loan repayment letters the other day, it hit me. This is what adult life comes down to- bill payments, and loan repayments and monetary obligations, and pointless drudgery like the 9-5ers, or two of them. No wonder adults are miserable, this sucks. I know there is some saying that's like life is what you make of it, and ok people...I vow to never let my life pull me down. I may have to do this adult shit because I just don't enjoy federal prison, but fuck being an adult. What is the fucking point? To be a boring ass drone to some ideal that money will make one happy? Nah, I'm ok. I have been truly happy and it was at a point where I had no money to my name, I had to steal food because buying it just wasn't an option. Maybe in some ways I am being naive, that being a degenerate is no way to live a life, and that I am still riding the coat tails of my college life. Yet, there is a big part of me that has always felt that being grown-up is a silly idea. There is no point to leading a life where you are constantly unhappy about it. So fuck it, the "adult" lifestyle is not for me, and I refuse to let my vitality be taken away from me by something so pointless as growing up. Age is just a number anyway.