Saturday, November 24, 2007

Pedophile shopping list?

This is a photo of the back of a minivan I saw in a parking garage not long ago; I have been morbidly fascinated by these stickers for some time now, and thought this one was the coup de graceless. Why do people do this? Didn't the plot of any number of after-school specials warn us against sharing our names and how many kids there are in the family with strangers?

I don't understand the appeal of this; is this the next incarnation of the equally dumbfounding "Baby on Board" signs? There are several websites where you can buy these things, in any number of politically-correct shapes and poses, and I even found this blogger singing the praises of sharing personal information with people who didn't want it in the first place.

No se, no entiendo.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Wait...huh?

This site popped up as a banner ad in my Gmail this morning when I was reading a comic strip; love that Google AdSense! Based on the bad spelling and oddly nice accommodations, I am guessing this site is advertising for either

(a) a cleverly (if thinly) disguised casting call for a new reality show,

or

(b) a serial killer who got tired of waiting around.

I really hope it's the former.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Gesundheit

My quest for internet stardom moved forward this week when The Sneeze posted an email I sent in after my lifestyle failed to become more rock and roll upon wearing his rock and roll t-shirt. There's probably a lesson to be learned here, but learning is not very metal, so I say "nay" to learning.

I will continue to rock, but honestly, it's hard to type with both hands permanently in devil horns. My seventh grade typing teacher would be horrified at what this does to the home row.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

TK421, thank you for being away from your post

Went to a wedding today; it was a full Catholic mass, and I was amazed that, although it's been twenty years or so since I went to church regularly, I knew every word and every step. That alter boy training was thorough. I thought using white wine for the blood of Christ was very California. Probably a nice Chardonnay.

Anyway, the reception was great: cupcake tower, chocolate fountain, and open bar. Nice. But the REAL excitement for me was when four Imperial troopers (two stormtroopers, and two scout troopers) showed up and made me giggle like a little girl. Here are the photos; my face ached from smiling so much. Enjoy.



ps. I brought along our wedding invitation, in the hopes that we could make a video for YouTube of me, eating cupcakes, and the Stormtroopers asking to see my invitation, and me telling them that they did not need to see my invitation, and that these were not the cupcakes they were looking for. Didn't happen. Too bad; that would have been fantastic.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

You, shake your junk!

Another good earthquake Monday night, and once again, the cats were useless. It could be I just don't know how to read their body language, but if sleeping and grooming are their way of telling me that the ground is about to start heaving violently, we are apparently in for a HUGE one soon. This article talks about the lack of scientific evidence that animals have any sort of "heightened sense" of looming disaster. My anecdotal evidence is probably this: living a block away from the train stop rattles my windows enough that our cats are probably used to it by now, and the odds of them giving us any Lassie-like warnings are slim to none.

Once again, the cats fail to earn their keep.