Fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty....

As Ross would say, "If you want to see a man gain weight and a woman stop shaving her legs, get 'em married." But what do you say when the man getting married has to be carried down the aisle in his bed--which he hasn't left in 6 years--due to his obesity?

Manuel Uribe, formerly the world's heaviest man (weighing in at 1230 lbs, though has since lost over 500 lbs) is now married. And though I should be wondering about who this woman is, if she inspired him to lose weight, etc. etc., I can't get past one curiosity.....How did the couple meet? I mean, unless they met prior to his bed rest, she would have had to chance upon Manuel while he was in bed. Would this be in his home? Or does he have people to carry his bed around to the local bar as though he were some form of ancient Egyptian royalty?

Hmmm....

Banana-Rama

I have long been known to eat more than my fair share of bananas. I eat them at breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, for snacks, with peanut butter, sliced, whatever. According to recent Japanese trends, this diet makes me thin.

Yep, the Morning Banana Diet is so HUGE in Japan that they can't keep bananas in stock. The diet's instructions include eating a banana for breakfast along with a glass of lukewarm water, eat normal meals for lunch an dinner, and be in bed before midnight.

The Japanese, obviously known for their obesity, may be onto something. Bananas are known to increase energy. (Now you can workout.) They can prevent depression, PMS, and anemia and they reduce high blood pressure (giving you better health). Add more sleep to the banana and you also get reduced stress, prevents cancer, bolsters your memory, and (GET THIS) makes you lose weight! Hmmm.....

Shall we sing along?

A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Hide thee deadly black tarantula
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!

National Debt Clock

So you may have heard. The National Debt Clock in NYC's Time Square had to change its look last week. The debt has gotten so large that we have had to add a digit to the square that previously only held the dollar sign. It's hit $10.2 trillion.

Not to worry. There is a plan to remedy the situation.

The clock will be replaced next year to allow it to track up to a quadrillion dollars. I had to find a definition of that because I get a little loopy after trillions. A quadrillion is a 1 followed by 15 zeros.

This, of course, begs the question, what if we did this with our personal debt? Let's say I max out my credit card. No problem! Get a bigger card. Literally. Increase its dimensions as well as its funds. So what if it can't fit in your wallet? It's big and shiny and that's cool.

Parental Controls for your Car

I'm Ba-aaaaack. I know I've been MIA for awhile, now. But to be completely honest, it's only because I'm stupid enough to not only forget my password but also forget which of my emails I use for Blogspot. Get over it. I did.

So here's what you missed in the meantime: the SKIN project (which I had to have one of my writers at the magazine write on since I could not). Link here to that article. It's a really awesome but incredibly risky way to unite people through literature.

And now.....
the MyKey. This is a feature on upcoming Ford cars/trucks that limits the driver's speed to less than 80mph. It also allows for stereo volume limits an annoying noises to remind you that you aren't wearing a seatbelt.

Basically, it's a parent's dream and a teen's nightmare. But guess who usually buys the car?

The idea is a bit Big Brother for me to swallow. But, what with the new applications on your apple phone telling you where all your friends are at any given moment (and vice versa), the MyKey is surprising tame (and strangely geared toward safety rather than stalking capabilities).

Hmmm.