I went shopping for energy bars with my ever-sensible Ate Sushi two months ago. She educated me in the reality that not all energy bars are a good snack alternative, as some can be very high in calories and fat. Being a marketing person (ergo knowledgeable of many cases of utter fraud committed by my advertising brethren), I agreed completely. We scrutinuzed the nutrition value of the options that stared back at us from a long grocery store aisle, settled on this and grabbed a couple of boxes.
That was 10 weeks ago. And I am still working on them. As I broke the filling on one of my molars today, I am forced to admit that I am NOT a healthy grains and cereals kind-o-gal. I have been faking it. Ayaw ko nang mag-balat-kayo! Sa totoo lang, lasa siyang tabla! Narinig niyo ba ako -- TABLAAAA!
Weeks ago, THE Mikey asked me to sign up for some blog group they were putting together. And because THE Mikey asked, I blindly said 'yes' -- having no **bleep**ing idea if by replying to that email, I was signing over my soul to some cult and if I was agreeing to attend clandestine meetings wearing nothing but a paper bag over my head. Good news is I still have my soul -- bad news, no paper bag party.
So Mikey's "cult" turns out to be Dash Media, a project featuring weblogs that have "passed through the most stringent of criteria focused on the quality of the content". Readers are assured that bloggers who flash the DM badge can spell/capitalize/punctuate properly, can get their subject and verbs to match and can talk about something else other than the absence of topics to write about. And yes, we are also hella sexy.
