Boo to the concept of two-day weekends. This previous week has spoiled us and led us to believe that two days aren’t enough. Would it really be so difficult to make up some additional holidays in the vein of Labor Day that would leave us with our Mondays off? Labor is so broad anyhow. How about Manual Labor Day or Child Labor Day or Going into Labor Day?

Bravo to headbanging. SPM made itself much more hardcore this week by putting heavy metal in the spotlight. Of course, we would have preferred it if they had covered our other favorite kind of banging instead — you know, drum banging. Get your head out of the gutter; we’re just suckers for some rockin’ percussion.

Boo to calorie-conscious snack packs. Those mini bags of toned-down treats have oppressed us far too long. First, they tell us that they have fewer calories. Next, they tell us they’re a more appropriate serving size. Then ASU researchers revealed them for what they really are — perpetrators of weight gain. Screw you, little sacks of deceit. Bring on the 10-ounce beastly box of Teddy Grahams.

Bravo to No More Deaths, an Arizona-based humanitarian aid organization. Formed early this decade in response to the fact that, according to the statistics on their Web site, about 2,000 men, women and children had died in the desert trying to cross the Mexico-U.S. Border, their most recent drive brought in more than 7,000 gallons of water and more than 3,000 pairs of socks.

Boo to the Stanford Tree, aka the dumbest mascot on the face of the earth. Not only does it make very little sense — if your school identifies as the Cardinal, your mascot should be a cardinal — it also reminds us of the foliage that was uprooted before smashing through Valley homes and cars in the past week. If “going green” means we have to support this tree, we are eco-friendly no more.

Bravo to Sarah Palin’s daughter, Bristol, for helping make adolescent pregnancy cool again. It has been a while since “Juno” came out and made tot-tummied teenagers the “in” thing. We wish Bristol and what’s-his-face the best of luck in bringing up the baby. If they ever struggle, hopefully someone will care to remind them of the age-old adage — if Jamie Lynn Spears can do it, anyone can.

Boo to Noah of biblical fame. Where was he last week when we needed him? Our basement office flooded — again — and we wanted to get far away from the newly minted war zone-look-a-like formerly known as Tempe. But alas, our boat ride never came. Thanks a lot, Noah, for bursting our bubble.

Bravo to the Arizona Liberty Bell, which aside from being a reminder of our nation’s … well, liberty … is also a reminder that the Valley is much less crappy than Philadelphia. The Bell, back on display in the State Capitol courtyard, just finished going through a three-year restoration project. And thank goodness for that; it was about time they decided to fix that large crack in its side.