Don’t you wish that, while intoxicated, a little sober angel would sit on your shoulder and prevent you from drunk-dialing? Seeing as your friends tend to be just as wasted as you are, it’s about time there was another way to thwart any idiotic ideas that seem perfectly reasonable after five tequila shots.
Luckily, iPhone has come to the rescue with two new applications, “Don’t Dial” and “The Bad Decision Blocker.” Users select contacts they wish to block and designate a specific amount of time during which they won’t be able to call or text said numbers. This will be specifically useful during the four drunken days of Fling.
By blocking a number, the contact’s info is temporarily rendered unavailable. So even if you change your mind and decide that you really do need to remind your ex what he’s missing (though your wasted state will probably re-affirm just what he/she isn’t missing), your iPhone will stand strong.
The one fluke is that the applications don’t prevent users from manually dialing blocked numbers, so if you have a superhuman memory and can recall a phone number even after the aforementioned tequila shots, you can still manage to humiliate yourself.
However, seeing as this kind of stalker-esque number memorization is quite rare, the applications will most likely be a huge hit with partiers who want to keep their dignity the next morning. We just want to know when BlackBerry will come out with its own version of the Bad Decision Blocker.
Maybe I’m delusional (or just burdened with an overprotective mother), but I’ve always been under the impression that everyone gets vaccinated. This isn’t 1950; there’s a reason why no one gets the mumps anymore. Which is why you can imagine my surprise when I saw “Baby Be Wise, Immunize,” a video encouraging Penn’s community to get the flu shot.
The video features HUP nurses and doctors snapping, swaying, and crooning fabulous pro-flu-shot lines like “Oh baby baby oh baby, it’s time for each of us to step up and let the world know – it starts with me and you, our fight against the flu.”
That being said, the video is awesome. Maybe my sarcasm-detecting gene is flipped, but I was cracking up the entire time, ferociously texting friends in an attempt to figure out if the video was supposed to be ironic or not. Turns out, we’re pretty sure it’s serious. I almost don’t want to get a flu shot just so that they will make “Baby Be Wise, You Still Have Yet To Immunize.” Watch the clip for yourself, below:
(For the record, it’s not that so many doctors at HUP are suspiciously good singers. According to the DP, the medical staff lip synch to the voices of PennYo, a Chinese a capella group on campus.)
How ‘bout those terrifyingly strong gusts of wind that literally forced everyone to walk sideways all day? Not only did the weather cause innumerable bad hair days and cases of flecks-of-dirt-in-the-eye, but it also provoked my friend to tell me jestingly that I would get a “second wind” once I had my afternoon Starbucks. Ha.
The one good thing about the wind was the hilarious facial reactions it incited. Ever watch a girl walk right into a tornado of leaves and Philly garbage with her hair down, jacket open and cell phone pressed uselessly to her ear? I hope someone took pictures.
Now that JuicyCampus is but a mere memory, everyone needs a new way to put off doing homework. Sure, you could play that game where you stare at someone in Van Pelt until they look up and make eye contact with you, followed by the awkward look-look away-look-look away scenario, but that gets old really fast.
Like most college students and human beings in general, I have a very complex relationship with the gym: it’s a sweaty place that smells like farts, yet I constantly find myself longing to return and endure yet another round of heart palpitations and muscle spasms.
Though Pottruck always seems to emit its own special brand of rankness (dirty socks combined with sweat-out beer from last night), it’s truly a Mecca when you consider the fact that going to its academic alter ego, Van Pelt, is probably the most productive alternate activity.
Apparently many people share this opinion, for lately it seems as though Pottruck is getting a little too much love. There’s frequently a fifteen-person line just to swipe in, and once you cross the threshold into the gym you’re faced with a twenty-minute wait for a machine. Seriously, Pottruck?