Elizabeth Post died.
In all honesty I thought she had dies a long time ago but now that I’ve found out that she was recently alive, I am now shocked at her death.
It’s because of her that I know when someone asks you to pass the salt, you get to use it first if you want to,
It’s because of her that I know that you can thank some one verbally for a gift and not have to send a letter later saying the same thing.
From now on, I will be impolite in quiet (and confusing) homage to her.
The count down to the last day of school had begun for my kids. Somehow we have 2 months to go, no vacation days left and yet that only equates to 30 days of school. Now I’m good at math but this seems off to me and maybe you see why. It doesn’t seem like we should be so horrible mislead by a time honored tradition of estimation. I’m rounding the 2 months by only a week and a half (and not taking into account weekends at all) and it’s doubling them amount of time in school.
Weird, tragic, inaccurate estimation…
I finally experienced my first earthquake. I can’t count the one from my childhood where we could see ripples on the pool because I didn’t actually feel anything. If I ever get caught in a bigger one, this one will fall off the list because I thought I was just sick and dizzy and that was what was making the bed feel like it was moving. (It wasn’t until I heard about it on the news that I new I wasn’t crazy.)
But until then, huge excitement (and wishing for less damage and destruction in other areas)
What is with commercials these days? Huh?
Do these things really work? Who is interested in hearing some guy ask about enlargement? Or who wants to hear a woman speaking frankly about one discomfort or another? Does anyone really sit through and watch an entire infomercial? Is it just me or have side effects from prescription drugs gotten dramatically worse over the past few years? Have the lawyers really gotten together to sue companies over drugs that make people stick out their tongue?
Have I been inquisitive enough?
What kind of classifications divide the world?
Men and women.
There are those that have and those that have not.
Those on the internet and those that are not.
Land owners and renters.
Those that might be inclined to look up some trivial bit of information in an almanac and those that might be inclined to look up some trivial bit of information on wikipedia.
Typers and writers.
Cops and criminals.
Those who write poetry and those who don’t read poetry.
Star Wars people and Star Trek people and most people who are neither.
Drivers and passengers.
Macs and PC’s.
If you should wrap food in bacon to make it taste better, how do you make bacon taste better? It’s a question that’s been haunting both cooks and eaters for millenia. How do improve upon perfection? Eventually there seems to be a limit in to how good a food can taste. No matter the effort that is expended, there is a law of diminishing returns when it comes to bacon and bacon-enhanced foods. Only an infinite amount of bacon could make a drastic improvement to the taste of bacon and that would result in the end of all food as we know it.
Think on that… yeah…. think about it.
The world makes its money with expansions. Buy a car, fine. You can get out the door without it hurting too much if you know how much you should really be paying. But they get you with the expansions. All the little features that add on to the bill. Video game systems have come down in price recently, but you don’t get the full set that you used to. Used to be that the Nintendo came with 2 controllers, a gun, 2 games, and everything else that you needed. Now the systems only come with 1 of the 4 controllers that you need, no gun, and usually, no game. Even board games are released with only a portion of the game before the expansion gives you full access to the entire board game. And what are movie sequels, prequels, reboots, etc., but expansions.
Expansions, they’ll get ya. That’s right Blondie. Get ya, get ya, get ya. One way or another.
The last great winter storm of the decade blew through our little part of the world last night. Living in a little part of the world with no trees helps diminish the chance that the storm will actually cause damage. Living at a low elevation also helps keep the snow away. The storm did dump a lot of rain and blew something fierce.
There’s nothing like riding a scooter home from work in the rain.
Hope everyone is enjoying some food and family and friends this evening. Maybe sitting down for a board game or headed out for a movie. What a wonderful holiday when all you have to buy is food. No gifts. No decorations. Nowhere to go. Everyone just sits and eats. And maybe watches some football. Some traditions are forever. This year, like most, the Lions lose and the Cowboys win. The world is as it should be.
I heard my brother and a friend discussing how long something should last past the expiration date the other day. Personally, I’m a firm believer in the EXPIRATION date, as being the date that it is no longer fit for consumption, at least by me. They agreed that it was probably still good. I glanced over and saw my friend drinking out of a plastic gallon-size jug. But the liquid in it was orange. I think, “I don’t care how cold your fridge is, if it’s orange, the milk has gone bad!”
It’s okay. It was orange juice.
Still didn’t stop my friend from shooting it out of his nose, laughing.
I found a list of the best weight loss pills. And I’m thinking this is an oxymoron. If something is ‘the best’ how can their be a list? Did they all tie for number 1? People are doing this constantly for things – movies, restaurants – you get the idea and I’m sure you could list a dozen more.I suppose if you want variety you start at the top and move down, but if we’re talking weight loss, if the one at the top doesn’t work, then the ones that don’t work as well won’t work either.
At least that’s my thinking.
CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!
I date myself when I use that line and I don’t even know if that product is still around. We’re trying to gather our things to leave for the weekend and we need to leave by a certain time so the boys can make it to their football game on time before we leave town. One child is still not dressed. Two others have no shoes or socks. Yet another has just told me he hasn’t finished the breakfast I gave him an hour ago. We’re supposed to leave in 10 minutes.
And here I am blogging. A productful use of time. Really it is.
Did I mention I need to unclog a toilet before we go?
The TV’s on, there’s someone knocking on the door, I’m on the phone and my husband is asking me to answer the door. All this while I’m blogging. (Actually it’s why I decided to blog.) And all that leads up to this.
“CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!!”
I’m dating myself admitting I know that slogan.
I can’t believe it but our patio furniture is already starting to wear out. Two of our chairs have holes in the fabric. Although I thought it might be local wildlife getting at them, my husband suspects the vicious sunny climate here. We thought about investing in an umbrella to go with the table and chairs but decided not to because of cost. Looking back I guess it would have protected the chairs. But then the umbrella itself would be a victim to the sun by now. You’d think it would be ok to put patio furniture on the patio.
The below clip shows one of the many dangers of time travel. Not only can you completely explode and be killed in a time and place where nobody knows your name (and there are no bars named Cheers), but you may disrupt or destroy some other extremely important event or artifact. (Try diagramming that sentence, I dare you).
Now I present crossover alternate ending.
I’ve always loved movies and even spent a good amount of time working for movie theater and a video store, and I’m still working on editing a movie that I wrote and directed. Thinking more on memories of past times this afternoon, I realized that two of my earliest memories of, well, anything, are going to see E.T. in the theaters, and renting The Empire Strikes Back with our brand new VCR, both way back in 1982.
Movies are cool.
All kinds really.
I’m currently working on my first jigsaw puzzle in almost 9 years. Just before we started having kids. Go figure.
I’ve also been blazing through my wife’s PennyPress puzzle book, and I tend to reduce many games like Backgammon and Cribbage to pattern puzzles.
My job is also a continual search for patterns and matching similar patterns to a common source.
I love puzzles. Don’t you?
I have rarely blurted out in laughter so loudly in the middle of the night and risked waking up my wife after hearing something on the TV, but the following made me do just that.
Personally, I would say something along the lines of bumping fists, but, yeah. Woah.
My wife recently noticed something that should be obvious to us all.
Malcolm McDowell and Terence Stamp are gradually becoming more and more alike. They are converging.
If you go back and look at McDowell in “A Clockwork Orange” or Terence Stamp in “Superman 2″ you wouldn’t think that they looked at all similar. But fast forward to today and they could have been separated at birth.
I think that eventually they will merge into the same person.
Now that I’ve spent the better part of the last two hours reading through a thoroughly funny comic strip about trying to DM the classic Lord of the Rings, I think that I’ve come across one of the funniest pages in the extremely long series.
I recommend starting at the beginning.
But this one is really funny.
True, so very true.
Monty Python reference (one of many).
Mario reference.
