Nina vs The World

Yoville. Farmville. Fishville. Restaurant City. Toilet Town. Idiot City. Population: YOU. They're facebook games, they're newsfeed spam, they're horror disguised in inoccent wrapping paper. They're goshdarn annoying!! Seriously. If you find it a pressing matter to tell your friends how many levels you've advanced in retrograding your IQ, something's wrong with you. No phrase can make such resonating universal sense than "Get a Life" , and one outside your cyber realm. Besides these games taking your privacy away, they get a double reward- your brain and dignity tag along, too. Why wasting precious time on crops you can't eat and animals you can't interact with be so appealing to millions baffles me. Whatever happened to real games? Games made from cardboard, stimulating puzzles, riddles, and the like? What happened to real conversation? Not just.. "Please accept my freshly picked carrots!" I mean Really. How accomplished can you re...

Dear brainless droid behind the wheel, I'd like to give you a run down of several things you should take into consideration the next time you hit the road. I know you think Road Rules is just an old fascinating MTV show, but its more than just that. It's actually a code of funny little standards that save people lives and livers on the road. I understand you received your license from the last Lucky Charm cereal box. So I'm going to pay a deed to society and teach you the basics. Hey, I may also help you save 15% or more on your car insurance. Let's churn them out, shall we? BLINKERS- That miniature baseball bat looking thing under your nose serves a purpose. A quite dignified one, I'd like to think. They're called blinkers. And that little stick makes the prettiest red lights blink on your backlights- either left or right, depending which way you have to turn. That way, myself, and all the other 987696 cars on the road know why on God's green earth you...

Nothing creates more hysteria than black friday sales. Scores of stores are crammed to the roof with obsessed shoppers on a craze for things they don't need.. or for that matter, can fit into their trunk. I sat there in the parking lot of Wal Mart, early Friday morning, (no.. I wasn't shopping..) and I just had to laugh at the ridonkulous people to be seen. Huge LCD TVs and other odds and ends lumbered over their shopping carts, nearly toppling to the floor. After they arrive at their vehicle, they realize to their dismay, that their junk can't fit in their trunk. You'd think they'd have the parameters of their car down packed. You'd think they'd calculate the area of their new treasures would snugly fit in their hatchback car. But of course, they wait to the last minute and get all frustrated when they realize their coveted objects can't be jammed in their piggy bank. Fail! It's cute people actually think they're getting a good deal, when in ...

Since the era of everything digital, picture taking and sharing became a hobby, a passion, and now, every day life. It's no mystery who's at the top of the social network food chain, destroying lives and privacy and making others cyber famous. But when something becomes widely spread and accesible and fairly unlimited and unrestricted, you have to wonder what the cost will be- both short-term and long-term.  Well, there's the obvious issues-(i.e. hackers, identity theft, loss of privacy,) which have been covered thoroughly. But let's look at the here and now. Should you really be posting every picture you take? There are pieces of wisdom that are always good to remember: Nothing on the internet is ever truly deleted. That's right, that odd album you had with your crazy ex and his family is still swinging in cyberspace somewheres. Nothing is ever completely private (bugs and kinks in the system do happen). So one day, you may log in and very well see someone els...

This chick did the right thing. Ice, rest, and gauze. DISCLAIMER: The views herein expressed are solely the opinion of Nina, and not any medical or proffessional directive or treatment to prevent or diagnose illness. You are at your own risk for applying the following tips. Friday the 22nd of October was quite possibly one of the most miserable days of my life. I would say maybe #3. During the procedure, I started to hyperventilate. I couldn't control my lungs or my breathing. I got about five novicane shots, laughing gas, and conscious sedation.  When I got out of the surgery, I almost toppled forward. I felt like I had two sucker punches straight to my jaw. And as soon as I got home, and most of the stuff wore off, it was hell on earth for the following six hours. No position I laid in I found comfortable. The worst part was the gauze.. it felt ooey and wet and just plain out gross inside my mouth.  So herefore I've gathered some do's and dont's for those of ...

Well, less than 24 hours from now, I'm going to be in a world of excruciating pain.  No, it's not a Miley Cyrus concert. It's my wisdom teeth removal. All four. All impacted. (Where will all my classic wit go?) Thank heaven for painkillers and anesthesia.  Hopefully I'll be back to blogging on Monday as usual. And it will probably be a whole lotta complaining and griping about my soon-to-be-chipmunk face.  :)

I can see it now: a cheesy, low-budget sci fi movie, made for tv. Huge awkward styrofoam cellphone monsters decimate humanity with laser beams, while mammoth copy machines xerox our brains against the glass until we die.. It may sound ridiculous but technology is our demise. Now hear me out, I'm not taking for granted how they've simplified my life. I understand they've made wonderful advances for humanity, especially in the medical field. In fact, I don't know how more crazy I'd be without the ability to blog at my fingertips. They allow us to gain time, they keep us connected. (I.e. toothbrush, E-Z pass, toilet paper, cellphones)  But I believe technology has become more than a helpful tool, more than accesories to facilitate our life. They are also simplifying our brains. Think I'm exxagerating? How many phone numbers can you recite by memory? Less than 10? Less than 5? Do you have trouble remembering even yours? When was the last time you pla...