Living in the country is weird.
I’m out walking the dog early on a Sunday evening and I pass my neighbour from down the road standing by his truck.
I throw him a wave, hoping he’ll see I have headphones on and won’t try to start up a conversation.
It’s then that I realize that he can’t wave back – he’s loitering behind his truck to conceal the fact that both of his hands are busy keeping his pants dry while he relieves himself.
Living in the country can be weird.
When I came home last night I noticed our mailbox had been vandalized, the door was off and a corner of the body shattered. My first assumption was that it had fallen victim to some mailbox baseball, but then I took a closer look:
Apparently someone knocked it clean from its post, but decided to correct the situation by re-attaching it with a generous helping of electrical tape. I have to wonder how long someone was standing at the end of my driveway frantically winding the black roll round and round, just trying to get the thing relatively sturdy.
Frankly, I would have preferred a note of apology – or maybe a twenty.
For some reason the post I put up awhile ago about The Good Earth is suddenly really pulling in the hits. Is there a remake in the works, or is Friday just whasian day on the internets?
In Spring 2010 a new line of beautiful diamond engagement rings will be released from Disney. Each ring is inspired by one of the classic Disney Princesses.
The rings were designed by Kirstie Kelly who also designs corresponding Disney Princess wedding gowns for brides as well as bridesmaid dresses to go along with each brides dress.
Each engagement ring will have a matching wedding band. The current six rings that have been unveiled are for Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella, Jasmine, Ariel and Belle. – Disney Dreaming
And the price list from Screencrave:
At that point I’d be demanding my half of the deal be a new diamond chain – FOR THE SAW I’D JUST ATTACHED TO MY FOREARM.
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The outside of the place was choked in the scent of stale urine – I was relieved to be smothered in cheap cigar smoke as the door clicked shut behind me.
At the end of a long hall I brushed a bead curtain aside, slid a tentative foot into the room.
Suddenly everyone was sitting at attention.
“We don’t like your kind here.” The hairy one growled, his eyes glittering.
“Uh,” I responded, my tongue having stalled.
“Hey – I said it was time to take a walk.” He leaned forward, his pipe shaking between his teeth.
I quickly considered trying to make friends, but a look around the room made it clear no one wanted to shake.
“I’ll let myself out.”
Real Numbers: million, billion, quintillion, googolplex
Imaginary Numbers*: jillion, kajilion, zillion, gazillion, berylian, majilion
More interestingly:
In the PBS science program Cosmos: A Personal Voyage, Episode 9: “The Lives of the Stars”, astronomer and television personality Carl Sagan estimated that writing a googolplex in numerals (i.e., “10,000,000,000…”) would be physically impossible, since doing so would require more space than the known universe occupies. – wikipedia
Judy Wood is a name well known in some circles – some regard her as an expert on her topic of choice, the truth behind 9/11.
She has a fairly large section on her website debunking the myth of a thermite-based controlled demolition, (the most common story I’ve encountered when I’ve bothered to wet my toes in crazy,) while constantly expounding the importance of the scientific method.
So, if not a case of basic engineering meeting fiery airplanes, nor a thermite conspiracy, what then is the truth according to Judy Woods?
My generation has finally found its own puff of smoke on the grassy knoll.
Sort of an odd fact, but: did you know that after being seriously pummeled by Hannibal, the Romans not only refused to negotiate, they outlawed the use of the word peace?
So firm were these measures that the word “peace” was prohibited, mourning was limited to only thirty days, and public tears were prohibited even to women. – wikipedia
I’m looking at you, Iraq War Protesters* (and Private Ryan’s Mom).
I realize I’m kicking around the bowels of TV-commercialism a bit, but it reminded me that I needed to look into something; I’ve been getting funny looks when I imply the “Stop having a boring tuna, stop having a boring life.” guy has a name beyond Vince – part of the problem was that I couldn’t recall his show-surname, I just knew it was something like “Vince Sales” or “Vince Crapyouwannabuy”.
Now, thanks to wikipedia, my memory is refreshed:
Offer “Vince” Shlomi (born April 25, 1964 in Haifa, Israel) also known as Vince Offer or the ShamWow! Guy, is a writer, director, and comedian widely known as the owner and pitchman of two sold-on-TV products: ShamWow! absorbent towels and the Slap Chop food chopper.
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Almost more interestingly: Vince Offer is apparently a failed comedian. While hawking his unsellable film, The Underground Comedy Movie, he accidentally stumbled into the fact that people will buy anything at 3 in the morning.
Comedy movie? Well – sort of:
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After that cash4gold ad I can’t stop thinking about this old throw back to a previous blog I was involved with:
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