Thursday, January 31, 2008
(Now, lest you think I'm the only strange one, let it be known that there are blogs, flickr groups, youtube vids, and wikis devoted just to the various versions of this action figure, not to mention other action figures like G.I. Joe, the X-Men, etc. Sometimes, the figures even get together and have running narratives! Fear not, I'm not that advanced.)
For now, let us turn back time and enjoy "Nancy's Amazing Adventures" from 2006.
To get there, first she had to take a plane ...
and yes, that's a banana in her pocket and no, she's not glad to see you!)
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"An all-chocolate room was unveiled in Manhattan on Tuesday -- a pre-Valentine's Day creation complete with furniture and artwork made of the sweet stuff."
Click here for the whole article.
Look, I don't care if it's a shameless promotion for Godiva -- it's FREAKING BRILLIANT!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
January 24, 2008
World Briefing Australia
How’s This for a Bad Day?
By AGENCE FRANCE-PRESSE
Two workers at a crocodile farm near Darwin were collecting crocodile eggs when a saltwater crocodile emerged, attacked one and locked his left arm in its jaws. The other man came to his rescue, the police said, shooting at the crocodile and causing it to let go of the victim’s arm, but another shot hit the victim’s right arm. The victim was described as in good spirits after surgery for the wounds from both the reptile and his rescuer.
Those Aussies ... aren't they always in good spirits? Or maybe it's the thought of all the spirits that he will surely get after this story gets around down at the pub?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Congratulations to readers testmonkey and Mary C. who figured out that there is NO PHONE anywhere near the "Rail-Call Collect" sign.
Sometimes, it's the most obvious things that we overlook.
Plus, aside from guests of local corrections facilities, who calls collect much anymore?
Monday, January 21, 2008
Can you tell me what's wrong in these series of pictures?
If you think about what's missing from the vicinity of the sign, you might figure it out ....
That's all I'm saying.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
''I don't drink coffee, sir. I don't drink hot liquids of any kind. That's the devil's temperature.''
Kenneth the Page (Jack McBrayer), shunning the expresso machine on his desk, on 30 Rock
I don't watch the show, but thanks to Entertainment Weekly online for finding this for me.
Friday, January 18, 2008
The word facetiously has all the vowels, including Y, in order.
Charlotte Bronte and William Wordsworth asked their publishers to correct the punctuation in their manuscripts.
F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, “Cut out all those exclamation marks. An exclamation mark is like laughing at your own jokes.”
Makes you wonder what F. Scott would say about emoticons and texting!! LOL
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Thanks to the Gray Lady herself. For the whole article, The Day the Internet Died, see today's Fashion and Style Section of the NYTimes.
Poor J, this could totally be him, minus the whole woman thing (I hope). I can picture him now ... going through withdrawal pains, curled into a fetal position, whimpering, whining, and crying: "No 'Net.... my precccccioussssss."
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Prices upon request. (As of 12/10, not longer available.)
Stop those lunch plans! We’ve had a snafu and will have to cancel (at the last minute) a scheduled Lunch. Consequently, we will have lots of food delivered at around 12:30. .... Help yourself!
HOT DAMN. This and free breakfast biscottis! Now, if I could just make 5:00 p.m. come faster, and figure out how to get a free dinner, my day would be MADE.
(Please don't think I'm cheap. I'm merely my parents' child and being economically responsible. Plus, if I don't eat it, the food will just go to waste. Can't have that, now can we?)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
In a tragic turn of events, the art display has been disassembled by the artist due to health concerns and unfavorable public opinion.
It's a sad day for the "art" lovers in the office.
However, if say, the makers of Diet Coke wanted to fund a new installation, I think we could open discussions.
Monday, January 14, 2008
One of my office mates has a worse drinking habit than me. This is how she chooses to discard the evidence of this habit.
Unfortunately, not long after these photos were taken, the President of the Big J had to ask her what was up with the bottles. She was so embarrassed! She had to explain to him that this was her way of reminding herself that she needed to recycle the bottles. (Yeah, right!) Because of my photography of her "exhibit," and his, oh so dubious reaction, she is threatening to dismantle the whole thing. We'll see how long it takes her. She's been threatening to do this since I started!
In the meantime, "talk amongst yourselves," Is it Art? Is it Laziness? You decide.
Disclaimer: In a fit of OCDness, I did have to rearrange the order of the bottles and the twist the labels to display ... just so.
Friday, January 11, 2008
There are nine different ways to pronounce the letters OUGH. All are contained in the sentence “A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed.”
Although the @ has no name in the United States (it’s just called the “at symbol”), other countries call it “monkey’s tail,” “little snail,” “cat’s tail,” or “spider monkey.”
Makes you wonder, where'd we be @ without that at symbol?
And yes, I know that's grammatically wrong. I did it apurpose.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
(Emphasis in the ad my own)
Mom Sells Rule - Breaking Son's Car
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Published: January 9, 2008
Filed at 12:56 p.m. ET
DES MOINES, Iowa (AP) -- Jane Hambleton has dubbed herself the ''meanest mom on the planet.''
After finding alcohol in her son's car, she decided to sell the car and share her 19-year-old's misdeed with everyone -- by placing an ad in the local newspaper.
The ad reads:
''OLDS 1999 Intrigue. Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for three weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet.''
Hambleton has heard from people besides interested buyers since recently placing the ad in The Des Moines Register.
The 48-year-old from Fort Dodge says she has fielded more than 70 telephone calls from emergency room technicians, nurses, school counselors and even a Georgia man who wanted to congratulate her.
''The ad cost a fortune, but you know what? I'm telling people what happened here,'' Hambleton says. ''I'm not just gonna put the car for resale when there's nothing wrong with it, except the driver made a dumb decision.
''It's overwhelming the number of calls I've gotten from people saying 'Thank you, it's nice to see a responsible parent.' So far there are no calls from anyone saying, 'You're really strict. You're real overboard, lady.'''
The only critic is her son, who Hambleton says is ''very, very unhappy'' with the ad and claims the alcohol was left by a passenger.
Hambleton believes her son but has decided mercy isn't the best policy in this case. She says she set two rules when she bought the car at Thanksgiving: No booze, and always keep it locked.
The car has been sold, but Hambleton says she will continue the ad for another week -- just for the feedback.
I feel especially strongly about this, because I live alone, far from my ICE and next of kin. For example, who would know that I wish to be an organ donor? How would you know that I'm registered on the NYS Organ Donors list, especially since my drivers license isn't currently signed to that effect? I may have had the conversation with my brothers, but would my parents know? Probably not. Why would they? We haven't had these kinds of conversations, even after many vigils with ailing elderly relatives. Do I know what their thoughts are, if something happens to incapacitate both of them? Kinda, sorta, vaguely, ... not really.
While I don't have to worry about who would take care of my non-existent children if something happened to me, does everyone in all of the in-law and out-law families know who will take care of my niece(s) and nephew(s) if, heaven forbid, something happens to their parents? Are all of the aunt, uncles, and grandparents on the same page? We all love the kids, but do we know who their parents have designated as the emergency care providers? See -- another scary but important conversational topic.
Maybe one of the goals for 2008 is for all of us to at least draft up/update/finalize with the lawyers these thoughts and get them sent to the appropriate people. It's not morbid, it's practical. Really.
So, now that we are all depressed and stressed out about yet ANOTHER thing to do -- here's the funny e-mail that got me going down this train of thought.
NOW REMEMBER THIS !!!!
I, (state your name) , being of reasonably sound mind and of-so-soft body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.
Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers , or doctors interested in simply running up the bills.
If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following, it should be presumed that I won't ever get better:
filet mignon - steak - red meat
ice cream and hot fudge
mashed potatoes and gravy
Hot Tamales (candy)
bacon double cheese burger
When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the "fat lady sing". . and call it a day!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I am in sheer delight.
Veritable raptures of delight.
Thank you PBS. THANK YOU!
So, my dear friends and family, if you endeavor to contact me Sunday evenings, please note that I am unavailable during these viewing hours:
9-11, Sunday, Masterpiece Theatre
Persuasion, January 13, 2008
Northanger Abbey, January 20, 2008
Mansfield Park, January 27, 2008
Miss Austen Regrets, February 3, 2008
Pride and Prejudice, February 10, 17, + 24, 2008
Emma, March 23, 2008
Sense and Sensibility, March 30 + April 6, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
“Watch out for spell checkers! If you ran the following sentence through your computer’s spell checker, it would tell you that nothing was wrong:
I have bin trying too improve my spelling for sum time now cents my secretary always says that it isn’t two grate.”
Ancient Greek texts had no punctuation and no spaces between words.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
drilling -- constant louding construction drilling -- underfoot;
pounding from dancers above;
bright lights - sun and florescents;
loud ringing phones;
keeping eyes open.
Methods of medication tried:
caffeine - Dt. Coke -- lots
chocolate, again -- lots
eating -- breakfast, and lunch, and a whole orange to boot
lots of Advil
turning off phone
typing with eyes closed
Nothings working ... I'd almost say it was a migrane -- but I've actually had one with the halo effect and I have no halo at present.
Suggestions from others?
If I just hadn't come back from vacation, I'd want to leave NOW!
Subtitle this post: Another reason why being a grown-up sucks!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
If the Holiday/December break falls mid-week and you are required to work the next business day after the holiday I propose the adoption of a gradual reentry program. While one can cease working cold turkey, the reentry stage should be gradual, as to not shock the nervous, psychic, electronic, and commuting infrastructures. We all may have maybe checked the e-mail and voicemail whilst away, but who really read and dealt with them?
I propose the following:
- the first day should be a half day, leaving after "lunch." This day would be used to reacquaint oneself with the commute, slog through the various forms of mail, change the message setting on machine, and catch up on the interpersonal news;
- the second day should be a three-quarter day, with early dismissal. One would begin to address the issues from all the mail, look realistically at new projects, and gear up for the year ahead;
- the third day, unfortunately, would be a regular day. You should have caught up enough by now to remember why you enjoyed vacation so much, even with all the family fights, travel issues, etc., and look forward to the next weekend, and begin the countdown for the next three day weekend.
Who's with me? This also holds true for the July 4th time ....