Category: Life

This is not the bookshelf you just brought into the house to spread out your library.

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This is a cat play toy.

Move along.

Even if you haven’t seen this cat, you’re going to get educated:

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Here, allow me to help: "Picture of Dorian Grey"

Eventually, the author gets to the point about how and when his cat was lost and what to do about it.

When the sportscaster starts talking to a woman about the latest baseball phenom, and you think, “Hey, she’s kinda cute,” and it’s the ballplayer’s mother.

I have no problem drinking a warm glass of water. Not even a lukewarm glass; I can drink a relatively hot glass of water. Which comes in handy here, because the tap in our kitchen has some sort of taste running through the cold water when you first turn it on. So when I’m thirsty, I don’t have to wait for the cold line to clear. I’ll just drink a glass of hot water if we’ve just been washing dishes or whatnot.

Some people, like my beautiful wife, cannot abide by anything but the coldest of water. I don’t know if that makes me odd, or her.

Born. Good. Good.

Dude, is that you in that picture dressed like a scientist riding on the back of a moped driven by an actor dressed in a suit?

Of course it is. Don’t be ridiculous.

Did you really almost get into a wreck on that moped? What would make a mild mannered fellow like you do something like that?

Yes, and I was paid $1 for my role in that commercial. This brings my total revenue from Internet modeling and acting to $2.

An advertisement from Fortune magazine, complete with my official vote added:

You know what’s sadder than wasting money in a national publication to encourage people to visit a freaking Web site to fight global warming?

That Fortune magazine of all things dedicates a large number of pages each issue in the service of the Holy Gaia Empire. I mean, the design magazines are rife with it, the homemaker magazines are full of it (take these frugal steps not to save your money, but to serve the Earth Mother through your own self-sacrifice and denial), and the news magazines are affixed to the leg of the fundaenvironmentalist church, but a magazine for the capitalists? That is the sign that our civilization is rotting to the core.

As someone who peruses the society page of a couple of different magazines here in town, I’ve got a bit of a pet peeve. You have a guy that is dressed nicely, at a high class function, stone cold munchin’, and standing next to an attractive woman who’s a date/spouse/person whom he’d like to impress enough into one or the other, and he’s got a beer bottle in his hand. Worse, given that this is St. Louis, it’s usually an Anheuser-Busch product of some sort. Some examples:

Jeez, boys, show a little class. Put it down for the photo. I know you don’t want someone else to get your precious beer, but even if someone else grabs it, it’s only a Budweiser. Look at it as a sign from providence, and get something real to drink.

Notice those people amongst you, your betters, who understand that a cocktail glass doesn’t make you look like a frat boy. Take the hint.

Also, a quick note to recruiters: if you find my name on LinkedIn, Google my name, visit this blog to get my e-mail address, and then try to tempt me into an entry-level position at Anheuser-Busch for which you think I’m suited, please, take a moment to search this blog for what I say about Anheuser-Busch and its products. Rest assured, someone there will, and you’ll find they don’t think I’m suitable at all. Thank you, that is all.

Once, when I was young, a young lady to whom I was rather attracted told me I looked sinister. I took it as a compliment.

Explains a bit about how well I got on with the young ladies.

There’s just something slightly macabre about the little Gerber baby offering payouts if some disaster should befall your baby.

So I acceded to the query by the disembodied drive thru voice and partook of the two hot apple pies for a dollar, but not without difficulty. For you see, the instructions are to open the box containing the pastry on the left side of the box:

Oh, but no; if I opened the box on the left side, that would violate the instructions on the right side of the box:

I am not a dumb man; I understand that opening the box on one side would violate the instructions, because that would open the box in such a fashion that I was not opening the box properly. That is, if I were to open the box on the right side of the box, the box would be open by the time I got to the instruction on the left side; therefore, I would not correctly open the box on the left side, as the box would already be open.

No, verily, I could infer without any further written instruction that, to satisfy this short end user license on the box and to not violate the warranty of my apple pie, I must open both sides of the box simultaneously; that is, I would open both flaps marked Open here at once so that I would not merely break down an already open box by one of the motions. Fortunately, it was a small box, and I could break the structural integrity of the box on each side with only one hand, and it was thus that I enjoyed my nice cold apple pie knowing that I had correctly interpreted the directions and acted according to the box designers written and explicit intent.

Sometimes, my wife says I overthink things, to which I reply, “You certainly think that, and perhaps I am a bit deliberate in my actions at times; however, I do think that by taking a more reflective approach, I can suss out things and correct interpretations of disconnected and often unintended meanings to ensure that I do not have to learn by trial and error or failure, but rather by rational application of what Hercule Poirot called the little grey cells.”

So I was reading my oatmeal packet the other day, and this politician’s answer to a question leapt out at me:

Notice how the answer doesn’t actually apply to the question asked.

Well done, copy writer, well done. You’ll be in Washington doing your true calling soon.

My poor children will be the only ones in school who identify this creature:

The Callmeplissken

While looking up the lyrics for the song “Fred Bear” by Ted Nugent (referred to below), I saw something in the corner of my screen that I thought was a little….suspicious.

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That little layer that pops up with the butterfly and offers you the opportunity to download ringtones based on the song you’re looking at has been crafted to look like a Windows / MSN Messenger alert, but it’s not; its target is login.tracking101.com, which is apparently some sleazy adware serving company.

You know, I’m duly suspicious of any ad that masks itself as a function of another program. Suitably so, in most cases.

Sure, most parents teach their toddlers to sing “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”. However, very few do so by making the toddlers watch Dirty Harry over and over again until they get the song right.

In case anyone wants to know, if you’re about 5’11” and a size 5/6, your inseam could be about 33″. Difference in your trunk vs. leg length could make for variation.

Apparently, someone does want to know, so I asked my sainted mother, who has those dimensions.

Also, please note that my sainted mother wouldn’t mind a whole box of Ho-Hos, if you’re sharing, but they nor the copious amounts of junk food she already consumes seem to alter her basic mathematics. Fortunately, I inherited something of that metabolism myself.