Thumbs up to the rain for making jogging a little sexier.
Thumbs down to pedestrians who exploit the right-of-way rule. A little hustle couldn't hurt anyone and jaywalking is illegal. Get out of the road sweetheart.
Thumbs up to a creative voicemail-greeting message. Going outside the conventional "leave your name, number, brief message" archetype is a great way to express oneself on a daily basis.
Thumbs down to MyStalkers and Facebook addicts in Meriam Library. Some students have last-minute papers to write or Blackboard Vista quizzes to take. If you need to kill time, get off the Dell and play on your cell phone.
Thumbs up to seven-layer nachos. It's the most versatile finger food that combines all of the "bad-for-you" junk onto one plate.
Thumbs down to parents who don't discipline their kids at restaurants. Trying to eat a salad while their kid is screaming its head off makes many young people consider sterilization as a welcoming option.
Thumbs up to tassels on bike handlebars. Those streaming strands of shiny plastic let the world know biking doesn't have to be all business and can be a leisurely activity on a Sunday afternoon.
Thumbs down to people who say words incorrectly. It's not "supposebly," It's supposedly. And there is an "l" in wolf, so it's not pronounced "woof." Oh, and you "saw" the game on TV last night, not "sawl" it.
Thumbs up to muffin tops. Both the pastry and fleshy bulge over low-rise jeans provide excellent fodder for cafe conversation.
Thumbs down to overwhelming perfume. Why do some people not realize smelling like a combination of mothballs and Skittles isn't an aphrodisiac?
Thumbs up to hockey playoffs. What could be more fun than a bunch of toothless maniacs fighting and waving sticks around? Oh yeah, playoff beards grown by players and devoted fans - it's like two sports in one.
Thumbs down to harpoons. They kill whales with a giant steel spear to the jugular. It's a messy, cruel and uncouth practice in this day and age.
Thumbs up to finally being able to enjoy the warm weather. Eighteen weeks of classes, textbooks, papers and exams has made everyone's brain the consistency of melted crayons.
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