Thursday, June 21, 2007
Lost Pet, Happy Ending
Unfortunately, when pet goes missing, the ending is often not happy. This is especially true when the pet in question is a bird. While dogs and cats are predators, most birds are prey -- it's not unheard of for pet birds outside to be captured by a hawk. They also do not fare well with temperature extremes.
Fortunately, Pearl the cockatiel was found and returned home after five days in the wild -- pretty good for a small bird, especially one that is ten years old and managed to get a pretty good distance from home.
Fortunately, Pearl the cockatiel was found and returned home after five days in the wild -- pretty good for a small bird, especially one that is ten years old and managed to get a pretty good distance from home.
Labels: pets birds
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
For the Trek Crowd....
It's rare that I post twice in one day, but I couldn't let this one go. It's a blog devoted to bad drawings of Spock. Well, at least you don't have to listen to Shatner singing "Mister Tambourine Man."
Labels: Star Trek art blogs
Irony
One day at the bookstore, I was having a hard time finding a book for a customer. Eventually, we did manage to locate it: Where's Waldo.
Labels: irony books work
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Harper's Bizarre
I started out intending to point out the irony of the cover of the current Harper's Bazaar. Yes, that's Paris and Nicole, and if you can't read what it says by Paris' shoulder, it's a description of one of the features inside -- "689 NEW LOOKS." Quite a chuckle -- the neon orange jumpsuit look came to mind, or maybe black and white horizontal stripes. (Well, let's face it, she doesn't need vertical stripes to make her look thinner.)
Keep in mind that magazine covers are planned weeks or even months in advance, so this had to be coincidence. News magazines sometimes change the cover if a major story hits at the last minute, but it's unlikely a fashion magazine would do that.
So anyway, I go over to the magazine's website for a picture of the cover, and what do I see? Something even more priceless:
I get the impression this is actually in the magazine, which would mean it was laid out with that headline before anyone knew how prophetic this would be. I'll check it out when I go to work on Wednesday.
Keep in mind that magazine covers are planned weeks or even months in advance, so this had to be coincidence. News magazines sometimes change the cover if a major story hits at the last minute, but it's unlikely a fashion magazine would do that.
So anyway, I go over to the magazine's website for a picture of the cover, and what do I see? Something even more priceless:
I get the impression this is actually in the magazine, which would mean it was laid out with that headline before anyone knew how prophetic this would be. I'll check it out when I go to work on Wednesday.
Labels: magazines irony
Monday, June 04, 2007
Go away. No, really, just go....
- Adam Sandler. You're not funny. And I heard a song incredibly similar to "The Chanukah Song" several years before you sang it.
- Shortened names. Not nicknames, but this trend (note: I hate anything trendy anyway) of putting together the first one or two letters or syllables of a first and last name has to stop. I don't care who or what you are attaching it to -- J-Lo, K-Fed, V-dub, WaMu (you would expect a bank to have more dignity), T-Mac, A-Rod, whatever.
- Donald Trump. We get it. You're rich. But I don't care what you do with your money, who your intern is, or why you want me to be rich. If you really want me to be rich, just write me a check. Or let me have a piece of the money you're getting from putting your name on all those buildings you don't actually own. You're not fired, just incredibly annoying. And by the way...why do you care so much about what Rosie O'Donnell thinks?
- Infomercials. I'm a night person. In fact, I'm typing this at almost 3 am. But I like to have a little bit of company, so I have the television on. And most of what's on is infomercials. Even on weekend afternoons, there are way too many infomercials on.
- Infomercials starring Donald Trump. Just kill me and be done with it.
- Poker. More poker. Poker, poker, poker, poker, poker. I can't think of anything this country needs more than more people ruining their lives with gambling. Besides, is it REALLY compelling television? When I still had my cable hooked up, it seemed like I could watch poker 21 hours a day (assuming that I were insane). NBC is still airing poker late at night almost every day.
- Ann Coulter. Is anyone not fed up with (Oh, god, there's Trump on my television advertising his seminar again right now!) this tramp? Even her fellow conservatives find her an embarassment. Clearly she just thrives on attention. "Ignore it and it will go away" is usually a bad strategy, but I think it will work with her, although we will have to sit through some really horrifying statements first. But we're getting used to that anyway.
- Suburban white kids who try to talk and dress like black people from the inner city. You have no clue what being black is about. I don't either, but I don't pretend to. If you like the music, the art, the culture, that's fine. But unless you have a severe speech impediment, talk like yourself, not like someone else. I suspect real black people think you're a bunch of posers, especially when you go back home to your quiet, middle class homes at night. And those cornrows look stupid on black guys -- on you they look stupid and phony.
- Lawyers advertising on television. I've been working on a brochure for a very highly respected law firm -- not the kind of firm that encourages you to sue your neighbor, the other driver, the drug companies, or everyone else you can think of. More like the kind where one of the partners became president of a major university. This assignment is hard. Anyone who hasn't done this has no idea how tightly the Florida Bar regulates this stuff. I can't use the word "expertise." I can't cite past successes because it supposedly implies someone else's case will be successful. I can't use any kind of superlative -- not even a reference to the client's "best interests." So when I see you assholes saying, "Hey, let's go sue someone," it really pisses me off. And since I've been doing this, I've started watching your ads more closely, and I will (ack, it's Trump again!) report you to the Florida Bar.
Labels: annoyances
Saturday, June 02, 2007
A Real-Life Rip Van Winkle(ski)
Imagine waking up and finding that your entire world had changed. That's exactly what happened to a Polish railway worker who went into a coma following an accident in 1988 -- when the country was still under Communist rule -- and woke up this week.
In addition to the changes in Poland and around the world, the man's four children all got married and produced 11 grandchildren.
In addition to the changes in Poland and around the world, the man's four children all got married and produced 11 grandchildren.
Labels: weird news poland