Our Jamaican Honeymoon Adventure - Day 2

August 19th, Day 2

I uncharacteristically woke up early because I was so darn excited to see the view from our beachfront room.  There was not a cloud in the sky on this glorious morning, and it was just as hot as it appeared to be.  We got our beach bag ready to go with the necessities (towels, sunscreen, bug spray, books, journal, sunglasses, etc.) and headed down to the breakfast buffet.  There really wasn't an item you would want that they didn't have, and some items you would want but would have never known they had.  They had eggs, sausage, french toast with mango syrup, almond croissants, bagels, fresh fruit, yogurt, smoked salmon and marlin with various cheeses, and the best Jamaican Bacon (I like it also because it rhymes :-P) you'll probably ever find.  They also had an omelet and waffle station manned by a chef, along with juice and liquor to make mixed drinks, and even champagne to make mimosas.  Mmmmm…

After breakfast, we found a nice quiet corner of the beach that was unoccupied.  It was nearby a very fruitful tree that was growing directly in the beach water it seemed, and our beach chairs were under a cozy and convenient white trellis.  I did take some beach photos, but again, nothing that does the view justice.

Little birdies hanging out by the water tree

As we were lounging on the beach CHILLIN' OUT MAXIN' RELAXIN' ALL COOL there was a woman on the resort staff who approached us and asked if we would mind her taking a photo of us.  I was a little in awe, and very flattered!  My immediate reaction was "Man, they must think we look awesome if they want to photograph us.  Maybe they'll use the photos for promotional purposes!"  We posed for a few beachfront shots and, to my horror, the lady proceeded to photograph every other couple within a two mile radius.  Le sigh.  There goes my modeling career…

I had feared this moment would arrive, and sure enough it did.  Andrew eventually asked "Do you want to go in the water?"  Pretty harmless request, all things considered, and I did want to say yes, but all of the mysterious deep sea fish documentaries I watched had me hesitating.  If only I could get some of the floating rafts the other couples had…it was then that Andrew pointed out that our beach chair covers were flotation devices.  GENIUS.  I got the best of both worlds, as my peace of mind was intact while I was able to float alongside my adorable hubby.  (Whilst stressing about his safety should he encounter an urchin, or jellyfish, or stonefish, or Portugese man-of-war, or shark, or…)

After beach lounging we made our way to the Pallazzina restaurant where we had breakfast, this time to enjoy some lunch.  While the salads and desserts were buffet style, the lunch entrees were ordered, and I decided upon grilled snapper with pesto rice.  It was covered in a tangy parmesan cream sauce that was to die for!

After booking an excursion to Dunn's River Falls, we went to the beach party.  The staff had set up tons of beautifully decorated round top tables with an astounding buffet of countless types of food.  There were pork and jerk chicken carving stations, a la flambé desserts, fresh coconuts to drink out of, salads, sushi, seafood, pasta…everything!  

We are lousy at taking our own photos...

We then had the pleasure of watching the astounding pre-show featuring a fire dancer from Africa and the Dynamite Brothers.  As it would seem, I took way too much video, but here is a small highlight of their amazing performance.  They also came back for an UNBELIEVABLE juggling routine, followed by juggling swords and flames that were likely 500 DEGREES IN THE CARIBBEAN SEAS WITH THE HOT MAMIS SCREAMIN' "AY PAPI!"  It really was incredibly impressive, and I have a decent video but it's too large to post here. :-(

Then we got the opportunity to hear the main performance from the Silver Birds steel drum group.  This is just a small clip and it really doesn't showcase their talent, especially their lead player.  She was so incredibly fast when she was playing some of the other more demanding pieces, it was really cool to hear and also super fun to watch!

After that we headed back to the room to call it a day.  Be on the lookout for my day three post, hopefully I can get it up sooner than it took me to post day two.  :-/

Our Jamaican Honeymoon Adventure - Day 1

Hello wonderful readers!

This is my first official blog post as a married woman, huzzah!  In the absence of my horror film blogging shenanigans, I wanted to take the time to document Andrew's and my wonderful experiences on our 10-day trip to Ocho Rios, Jamaica.  I will continue my horror blogging endeavors, now that pageant and wedding chaos is done, and definitely be sure to keep up with me in October for my first ever prize giveaway!

So back to the honeymoon.  I figured it would be more bearable for us, both mentally and visually, if I broke the trip down into different days and didn't write one enormously long post.  So, without further adieu, here is the exciting tale!

August 18th, Day 1
We thought we were pretty smart to come to Syracuse the night before to stay in the airport hotel to be on time.  Andrew knows me pretty well, eh?  So our first OFFICIAL stop on the way to Jamaica was…*drumroll*…Taco Bell?  Don't judge.  After we woke up the next morning, we were shuttled to the airport to embark on our, not one, but TWO layover journey to Montego Bay airport.  Our first stop?  Charlotte, NC.  We had a few hours until our next flight, so we ate delicious strombolis at Sbarro's and chilled until our flight to MIAMI FLORIDA.

Now, I have been to Florida many times, so believe me when I say that it's not the thrill of the Sunshine State that exclusively excites me, but I have been on a Will Smith Pandora kick ever since Jenna Marbles opened Pandora's box of juicy booty shaking jams to me in one of her weekly blog updates.  I just can't get enough of the station, and anytime one of his songs comes on I kind of fangirl freakout.  I don't know what it is, but his heavily sampled, bass dropping, clean-cut MCing speaks to my soul, and I want to be his BFF.  Okay, this is getting a little personal, so I'm going to shift gears back to the point…

I ONLY CAME FOR TWO DAYS OF PLAYIN'/BUT EVERY TIME I COME I ALWAYS WIND UP STAYIN'/THIS THE TYPE OF TOWN I COULD SPEND A FEW DAYS IN/ MIAMI THE CITY THAT KEEPS THE ROOF BLAZIN'

This is pretty much what Andrew had to endure the entire layover, God bless him, but luckily I had little to no voice after the wedding.  Mild sickness + drinking + heavy karaoke = hoarse whisper.  After the BIENVENIDO A MIAMI layover, we hopped on our last flight of the day to Montego Bay.  There was a very boisterous couple across from me on the plane, who were nice enough, but did not follow directions or any real form of social etiquette very well.  I resurrected my journal in order to document the trip, and the lovely man across the aisle asks me a question.  I was in la la land and didn't hear it, or didn't think I heard it, so I asked him to repeat it.

"Excuse me miss, are you an author?"

I guess this question isn't THAT obscure, as I was writing, but honestly?  Did he really think that?  It pains me to admit that the mere fact that I was actually physically writing probably made his head spin, and he must have thought that such an antiquated form of communication would be the work of fiction itself.  Not to mention that when he looked closely enough,  he could see that I was using cursive.  "What sorcery is this, woman?  This is madness!  You are writing in the Devil's tongue!"  Okay, I'm embellishing, but I was also writing in a purple magnetic 4x6 notebook with hummingbirds on it in size 42 font, so maybe if he'd thought about it for a second, he could have MacGyver-ed his way to a more logical conclusion.

We landed in Montego bay at 7:06 pm, and it was dark.  Huh?  As it turns out, Jamaica doesn't observe Daylight Savings, so they are an hour behind our time, despite being in the same time zone.  We walked down the not-so-glamorous stairs on our way to customs when, hold the phone, my NAME IS ON A PLACARD.  There is a woman legitimately waiting for both Andrew and I like we are VIP rock stars.  I was on cloud 9.  We met Chenice and she talked us through what we would need to get through customs, primarily our passports and customs forms.  Passport- check,  customs form- wait.  Uncheck that item.  My passport was not in my possession!  As soon as I realized it I knew exactly where it was…on the plane, in the seat back pocket.  NOW THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIP-TURNED UPSIDE DOWN- NO!  Not today.  The plane is literally only feet away from us; I know it's on there and I refuse to let my negligence ruin our honeymoon!  Andrew, on the other hand, refuses to let me further botch things in a slow-paced fashion, so he runs back to get it for me.  I married a gentleman and a scholar.

Chenice's face returned to its normal color when he returned with said Passport, and because Andrew is extra awesome, he booked us Club Mobay VIP passes to secure us an escort that will let us cut everyone in the customs line and then take us to a fancy club afterward.  UN.BELIEVABLE.  We got to the club and they offered us drinks, sandwiches, and cold towels.  (Wait, those exist?)  We took a little bit of everything, and let me tell you how invigorating a citrus-scented cold towel feels on your flushed American face at 8:00 pm in a Jamaican airport: very.  From here on out, minus tipping and extras, it's all inclusive, folks.  We went across the way to the other club facility to wait for our driver and grab some Red Stripe tap beer.  It's a lot like a light lager, and I'm not much of a beer drinker, but it's Jamiaca, mon!  We had just started sipping when our driver arrived, so we said we'd chug them, to which he replied, "No, mon!  Take it with you!"  Coolness.

We had an hour and a half drive ahead of us, and we were only riding with one other couple, who had the same wedding date as we did!  I know this because it was elegantly bedazzled onto the back of her hoodie.  They were traveling to the Couples Tower resort, while we were headed to Couples Sans Souci resort, so we got off first since ours was closer.

Once we arrived at the resort, we were greeted and shown our room.  It was pretty amazing and so spacious!

Flower petals on our bed?  Tres romantique!

Jacuzzi spa bathtub, yeah mon!

After we settled in, we decided to go exploring, even though it was dark out.  I was a little apprehensive, as I was kind of scared that there would be large and exotic species of spider, snake, or scorpion wandering about in the eve time, but we went anyway, and I just ninja-stepped everywhere to ensure my safety.  We got a look at the main pool, but since it was dark the photo doesn't do it justice. 

We met one of the bartenders, Pete, who made us a special drink called a Stinger, which was quite yummy!  He offered to take us around to show us the real Jamaica if we wanted, which was a separate ordeal from the resort, but we kindly declined, in our wishy washy way of sounding like we're interested.  After perusing the resort, it was off to bed, and I could hardly wait to wake up to a sunlight scoured beachfront view in the morning! 

Day 1, over and out!

New Post, New Family, and RRS #5

Hello avid readers!

It has been well over two years since I have posted to this blog, and while I do love keeping up with the horror movie blog, I have missed the cathartic experience of writing about myself.  Haha.  Or is that a narcissistic experience?  Whatever.  Since a lengthy stretch of time has elapsed, I feel like I should update you on my life, starting with

Ridiculous Random Story #5

This one is pretty comprehensive, as it ties in my pageant background with my current life.

Once upon a time, I won Miss Thousand Islands in 2008.  Little did I know that one of the judges would have a pretty big impact on my adult life.  Deltra Willis was one of those 5 judges who seemed to think I would do a pretty decent job as a titleholder, and then she soon started dating a lovely fellow by the name of Stan.  Fast forward one year to my warm up interview for Miss Thousand Islands 2009, where Stan was on the panel and also thought I could do a great job as a titleholder.  Too bad I was giving up my crown and wasn't actually competing, haha.  Fast forward to my first year on the Miss Thousand Islands board of directors.  I was basically there for talent prep, interview prep, and to voice my opinion, and often ran into Deltra and Stan who were both on the board.  They had mentioned occasionally that Deltra's son, Andrew, was a really nice guy and that I should meet him.  I had heard that before, and was flattered at the offer, but was already seeing someone.

That next summer, at the pageant workshop, we were at Deltra's house and I was running a modeling workshop.  Andrew was "supposed" to come but did not make it for one reason or another.  Offered as a nice substitute, were some dashing photos of him and his band, "Bye George".

Deltra kept suggesting we meet, and I found it hard to imagine what he looked like in present day based on photos from his youth.  I found myself not really keen on the idea, as it felt like I was potentially meeting someone the age of the students that I taught.

Seven months later, I volunteered to help with the Miss Thousand Islands Outstanding Teen Pageant.  I was teaching the girls how to model, and helping with talent.  I had also volunteered to sing, and to twirl my baton to a Michael Buble song.  Lo and behold, Andrew was showing up later to do sound.  "Oh brother", I thought.  I was kind of preoccupied with the contestants while he entered, and it wasn't until Deltra brought it up that I noticed him, and boy did I ever notice him.  It was that feeling you hear about in movies, but don't think is really real.  At the time, I attributed it to the expectation of seeing a 16 year old boy with braces, but being pleasantly surprised with the outcome, but I obviously now realize it was something more.

We introduced ourselves, and I ran through both my divertissements.  After the pageant was over, we chit chatted, and then he had to pack up sound and leave.  That was it.  No phone number exchange, no offer for a date, nada.  I wasn't disappointed, I was offended!  Why wouldn't he want to ask me out?  I'm pretty awesome and we had a lot in common!  (See above note: narcissism)  I went home and Facebook stalked him, but wait...he wasn't on Facebook!  It was then I really had to question if I wanted to pursue anyone who wasn't part of the Facebook virtual world.  I then did the most/least sensible thing anyone would do in this situation: I asked his mother for his e-mail address.

Okay.  That sounds crazy, and I have to admit that at the time I felt crazy doing so.  I just kept remembering that feeling I had.  I am not one to ignore these kind of things, and the worst case scenario if I asked was that she'd say no, or he would genuinely not be interested after getting to know me.  If I didn't ask, however, I couldn't help feeling like I would never know what would have become of our acquaintance/friendship/relationship.  She gladly gave me two e-mail addresses, along with his cell phone number, haha.  I am still very grateful to her for forking over her only son's personal information to someone who seemed really desperate!

It took me what seemed like forever to write the perfect, witty, non-stalkerish e-mail.  It was on February 13th, 2012.  We started dating on March 8th, 2012, and got engaged October 1st, 2013.  We will be happily married on August 16th, 2014!

So that's our story.  We have to constantly thank Stan and Deltra for persisting that we get acquainted, otherwise we likely would never have met.  In addition to being able to see these two wonderful people much more frequently, I also got to meet and fall in love with his whole family, including his sister, Deltra Lynne, his brother-in-law, Darrell, his two nephews, William and Zachary, his niece, Deltra Elliott (Ellie), his dad, Jim, and his step-mother, Hildegard, among MANY other family members and friends along the way.  I am so blessed to be a part of this wonderful group of people, and to call this handsome man my fiancee, and soon to be husband:

Oops, wrong photo.  I mean, THIS handsome man...

Again, I am so grateful for my path leading me to find this wonderful soul mate of mine.  Had it not been for pageantry, and the long list of friendships I have made through it, I would not be able to boast about Andrew being the center of my life.  I can now, proudly be added to the list of Miss America competitors that found her husband through pageant connections.

I intend on updating this blog a little more frequently, so keep up with me here, and on www.filmfilteroff.blogspot.com.

Much love,

Corri

New Blog!

Whilst I am in the process of periodically updating you on my life via this blog, I'd LOVE to have you check out my new, useful blog at http://www.filmfilteroff.blogspot.com.  You'll LLLOOOOOOOVEEE it and I'll LLOOOOOVVVVVEEEE you!  Thanks!

-Corri

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Ridiculous Random Stories #2, #3, and #4

So, Happy Belated Birthday to me!  In commemoration of 24 exciting years on earth, I visited my charming, handsome beau, Roberto, in Utica NY.  That may not seem like a thrilling destination trip, but I had my share of epic adventures.

RRS #2

So I woke up on Saturday the 19th, ready to go.  The news was on (I was in Clayton where there was cable TV) and apparently a crap-ton of snow had just descended upon all of Oneida County, and I bet you wouldn't need three guesses to determine which county I was headed toward.  Whatever- I live in Upstate NY, and went to school in Buffalo, so it really couldn't be any worse than anything I'd previously driven in, so I ventured onward, leaving myself enough time to get to the restaurant before Rob got home.

*Prologue* Since Valentine's Day is always a week prior to my birthday I didn't get to see Rob, since he was working and I had school, so we were going to double dip and celebrate both holidays together.  My brilliant idea was to surprise him by randomly (to him at least) bursting into song in the middle of dinner.  I picked out the song and restaurant, made the CD and the reservation, and was ready to surprise the pants off of him!

Back to the journey...so I'm on the road in Lowville, and the roads aren't GREAT, but they certainly aren't awful.  Whilst driving behind a silver Toyota, I find myself second in a very long line of vehicles behind a very slow snow plow.  I am the first one to enjoy being behind a plow when in cataclysmic conditions, but on a 55 mph road going 25 mph, I was getting a little restless, as were the eight or so vehicles behind me.  The SUV on my tail actually pulled into oncoming traffic for a wee bit to see if he could pass myself, Toyota (that's her name for now) AND the plow.  Realizing that that wasn't probably the best idea, I figured I would attempt to make the passing instead, since the vehicle ahead of me wasn't initiating anything.  In fact, Toyota had applied the brakes twice while behind the plow, so I was very inclined to think Toyota had vehicle problems.  Anyway, before I got the chance to pass, Toyota passed, and I followed.  Hooray!  The roads were, again, not treacherous, and we drove a comfortable distance apart for the next 20 minutes or so, until we reached the light in Lowville where route 12 takes a right.  The light is green.  Toyota stops, parks, and gets out of her vehicle, and approaches Pheobe (the name of my PT Cruiser).  I'm thinking "Crap, something is wrong with my vehicle and she's going to inform me about it...I hope it's not expensive..."  I roll down my window and she says something similar to the following:

"Do you know what tailgating is?  Do you realize that you were tailgating me the entire time?  Where did you expect me to go?  WHERE was I supposed to go?  You know, I have two pieces of precious cargo in my car- they are called my children, and I don't feel like sliding off the road and endangering their lives because you don't know how to drive!..."

Ok, woah.  Is this really happening?  Is this woman REALLY chewing me out for something that A) I didn't realize I was doing because when people are stuck behind slower moving vehicles they tend to be closer together and B) I believe she is exaggerating because I was no closer to her than anyone else was to each other.  Woah!  So, I calmly interrupt her and say (realizing her intent with the braking)

"I'm sorry, I apologize if you thought I was driving too close.  But I also don't think brake-checking me is the way to solve the problem"  (Oh yeah, the light is still green)

"I only TAPPED ON THEM!" I think she should have to pay for the portion of my steering wheel that she charred with the flames that erupted from her mouth when she screeched those words.

The rant continues about my poor driving skills, her poor babies (that are sitting in an unlocked, parked Toyota at a green light.  What precious cargo.), my insensitivity and accusations of me being the antichrist and eating babies.  Okay, I exaggerated some of that, but I definitely got that vibe.  So, I interrupt again,

"Again, I aplologize if I was too close to you, but right now we are holding up traffic at a-"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!  You need to learn how to freakin' drive!  Where on earth was I..."

Wow.  Stupid me for trying to be logical.  Clearly we can conclude the following from this flamboyant situation:

1) I am a bad driver, and thrive on frightening and endangering the lives of others, especially children.
2) I exhibit signs of road rage.  Ha.
3) I am an irrational driver who cannot remain calm, thus resulting in road rage. (See number 2)

Okay, again I am exaggerating, because to be honest this situation plagued me all the way to Utica.  I felt like total garbage, and for those of you who know me- you KNOW how bent out of shape I get when I feel like I have upset someone.  So I played this awful situation back and forth in my mind, fantasized about saying what I REALLY wanted (and that is why I have a blog) and came to the conclusion that I handled the situation exactly how I wanted to, and should have.

I'm not going to say that I wasn't tailgating her, and I'm not going to say that it was right to do so just because the line of nine or so vehicles behind me were doing the same; I am NOT a perfect driver.  However, can we agree that this woman was being really delusional and a little bonkers by getting out of her car and chastising me like a puppy that peed the rug?  I mean, she is a LUCKY woman to be able to chew out a driver that pissed her off- how many times do we encounter someone who we think should re-evaluate their ability to operate a vehicle, and we just have to slam on the brakes, honk our horns and deal with it.  If we stop and approach everything that we find distasteful in the world with the attitude she exhibited, we're going to find ourselves in a very overprotective, negative, and sometimes just illogical frame of mind.  Sometimes it's just best to move on and get over it.  So, Toyota, please move on and get over it.

RRS #3

So I get to Utica, and stop at the restaurant to make a reservation and set up the surprise.  I picked out a secluded table, dropped off the CD and the valentine, and went on my merry way.  I had to stop at Family Dollar to kill some time, and I realized I hadn't gotten Rob a Valentine's day card.  Even though it was a good week after the holiday, they still had one card left.  It was hot pink and two and a half feet tall.  Well, if I'm going to embarrass Rob I might as well go all out, so I bought it.

So Rob finally got home from work, and I gave him his card and he gave me Battlestar Galactica seasons one and two.  AMAZING!  I told him that we should probably get ready for dinner, and he kept asking where we were going, but I wouldn't tell him.  So then my phone rings, and in my fit of laziness I ask Rob to tell me who it is...aaaand it's the restaurant where we are supposed to be dining- no more surprise there.  Apparently, the CD I gave them won't work, and I have to give them suggestions on how to fix it in Rob's zero privacy apartment in a discreet enough manner that he won't know what's going on.  So I get off the phone and he says "What are you planning?"  Fail.  I tried to lie my way out of it, but he most definitely wasn't convinced.  He had also just helped me figure out how to put AA batteries in the camera I borrowed to document this epic event, so he definitely put two and two together.

So I don't get another phone call from the restaurant, and I hope that means they fixed it, so we headed out to dinner.  We hadn't gotten our salads yet, so I figured this was the perfect time to sing.  Alas, after I excused myself for the restroom (which I almost never do at dinner) the CD still didn't work, so they said to come back in two minutes and they'd see if they could get it on the bar stereo.  Well, halfway through my salad, the bar music cuts out and an obnoxiously loud recording of the song I was to serenade him with blared from the bar.  Rob asks me what's going on, and I hastily look at my salad and say "How would I know?"  Cover blown.  I excuse myself AGAIN (he must think I have IBS...) and the manager decides to set up some dessert wines at the bar and have me do it there.  So Rob and I have a seat at the bar, start to sip the wine and...cue music?  What...wait!  I only have two beats of music before I come in!  So I get up, grab the valentine, ask them to start the music over, and serenade him awkwardly at the bar. 

So, there was no real surprise, but it worked out and is recorded for your viewing pleasure.

Afterward, we got to enjoy a flaming banana dessert in the company of a very ditzy bartender who asked me, "Wow, so you like, wrote that song for him and performed it for him?"  I had to explain that, no, I did not write it, but Elton John did (Your Song), to which she replies to Rob, "Ohhh.  You must've felt kind of dumb, you probably should've had, like, an engagement ring ready or something!"  Wow...does she want to single-handedly ruin my relationship with her idiotic remarks?  We just laughed it off and ignored her.



RRS #4: 

So, pretty full weekend, huh?  It gets better!  Monday was my birthday, and I got to pick whatever we wanted to do that day!  So what did I decide to do?  Pass out.  That's right folks, I straight up fainted on my birthday.  Thank goodness Rob was there to (gently) slap me to consciousness (which he still feels really bad about).

Hands down, it was definitely the most memorable birthday I've had. :)

2010 Engadget Awards

Don't feel bad, I haven't heard of this event either.  It was just my unexpected day off and on-line stalking that forced be to run across this topic.

Now, before I begin my dissection of this awards ceremony, I have to start out by saying I hat my 'Shift' key.  I have not been able to adequately record my frustrations of said keyboard attachment, but I really can't take it anymore.  It's severely busted, and every time I try to fix it (by constantly pressing the key) my computer whigs out with that noise I can only describe as the noise one would hear constantly blaring from the subwoofers of Hell.  I swear, no volume control setting made by man can stifle it and it is unpredictable as to when, in my shift pounding frustration, it will occur.  Which is nice, because then I only have to poop my pants sometimes.

Anyway, I found this article that discussed the different kinds of technologies used to assist us and how they are rated.  Now, me not being a technology buff, I only really recognize some of the categories, but I figured I would share with you the site at which you can visit to vote (useful information), and also my insight as to what some of the winners should be (not useful information).  Enjoy!


Cellphone of the Year - So this is obviously biased, but I'd have to say the Samsung Alias 2.  This is mainly because, in a fit of frustrated rage, I set mine on top of my car to fix my battery, and thus drove off in my car whilst the Alias 2 was flung off my vehicle into an unknown location.  It's like the person you dated, and then they left without having known how you really felt.  A very Nicholas Sparks-ish tale...

Smartphone of the Year - The BlackBerry, duh.  I believe they have taken it a step FURTHER than smart phone to actually a degree phone, because unless you have a degree you can kiss your chances of ever learning how to use a BlackBerry goodbye.

Desktop of the Year- I didn't know they still made these...

Laptop of the Year- Mac.  Mac.  Anything Mac.

Netbook of the Year- Mead, 3 subject, college ruled, blue cover with flaps on the inside.  Oh, that says Netbook....

Digital Camera of the Year- Anything but the Kodak CD33-1

E-reader of the year - I don't know, I know everyone loves these things and all, but what are we going to do to protest inappropriate texts in the future?  Burning Kindles is so NOT going to be as cool as burning books.

Game Console of the Year- Wii.

Game Accessory of the Year- The headset that has now allowed adults to CONVERSE with the children that beat us in Halo.


GPS Device of the Year- Anything that doesn't land me in a small African village while on my way to the mall will do.  They're all about the same...unless they've made one that can make a killer latte.

Home Entertainment Device of the Year- American Idol.  I don't think there comes a more valid form of Home Entertainment than watching the preliminary rounds of auditions.  "PANTS ON THE GROUND!"

Robot of the Year- Okay, this is kind of creepy.  A) What constitutes as a robot, and B) Who owns one?  Can I just say Bi-centennial man and move on?  Thanks.

Storage Device or Technology of the Year- Is it just me, or does this award seem to acknowledge two COMPLETELY different concepts?  Storage device- backpack.  Technology-Apollo 11.  Are these two things similar?  I think not.

Wearable Device of the Year- Any cellphone, because let's face it- nobody ever freaking puts them down.  They might as well have 50 Cent endorse some kind of ridiculous, tricked out chain for the newest line of phones, because I think the next step is just flat out strapping them to our heads.  Might as well make it a fashion statement while we do it.

So...don't let MY well-rounded and extremely thought out opinions influence your decision, vote for yourself!