Saturday, November 05, 2011

Handy Andy

I don't think tea kettles need to be used to make tea to be kettles.

Why is the hot water tap always on the left?

Cameras used to be rooms you know.

What's the deal with pinking shears? They don't make anything pink.

I once tried to dry myself with a paper towel and my husband yelled at me. I don't know why; he's not a very good tree hugger.

Why can something be doggone but not catgone ?

I collect milk bottle caps; this one's from 1954. Eisenhower was president then. This one has a picture of a bear on it for some reason. This one's blue.


bye bye, andy (1919 - 2011, and always in our hearts, unfortunately for us)

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Two and a half men, right there

I don't think it's fair that I should be made to hate Ashton Kutcher's tits through the writing put across in Two And a Half Men.  Seems a bit of an unnecessary Ludovico Treatment.  Is Chuck Lorre trying to de-gay us all in the most cost-uneffective way possible?

Also, um... what?  Careful with that prosthetic axe, Eugene.

I'm not looking there... I'm not looking there....

Sunday, August 28, 2011

In defense of New York

New York does not like to be in the news.  We don't like to hear about what happens, or does not happen, in New York.  The last time we had our photo on the front page of the world's newspapers a lot of people died and we don't like that sort of thing.

Some talk has been made about how New York is the world's most self-important city (fair) and how a stiff wind and some drizzling is eating up all the oxygen of the news media.  I just want to go on the record and say we don't like this.  We don't like it any more than you do.

As the saying goes, people go to New York to be alone.  True.

We don't enjoy this coverage.  We want it off the newspaper; that's certainly not helpful.  We want it off the cable news.  We want our local TV stations to just go back to showing old reruns of Seinfeld or golf on Sunday afternoon.  There must be a soccer riot in Africa somewhere that can be screen-grabbed off YouTube.  Or a bombing.  Can we have a bombing, between commercials for a car sale in New Jersey?

Just stop.  Go about your business.  This is not a party we threw, thus it's not a party you were invited to.  Talk to us next week; I'm sure we'll have a meteor disaster or raining frogs or something else to talk about.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Say Goodnight, Gracie


(not STS-135 but still a nice photo; "beep beep beep")

I was in second grade when the first Space Shuttle launched.  My teacher had asked the day before if one of the students could bring in a TV for us to watch the launch in the classroom.  This was before the days of DirecTV, the web (!), cable (for the most part), pretty much anything that involved TV in quantity vs quality. Broadcast TV in Puerto Rico at the time meant 3 stations and a scattering of wannabe's.  The notion that "this is going to be on TV without commercial break tomorrow and we're going to watch it" was as big a deal as it sounds.  Think Walter Cronkite-JFK assassination and then turn it around.

I remember her closing the windows to darken the room (it was a small b&w set that someone brought in) and us sitting on the tiled floor up-front from our desks around the blue light, not really knowing what the deal was but.....

3....2...1....

and it took off.   COLUMBIA.

My other classroom memory of the Shuttle, sadly, was in seventh grade when the principal came in and just blankly said "it blew up".  The teacher was not pleased, and not because her class had been interrupted.

Thirteen lifetimes later, it seems, it's over.  I'm not sad for the Shuttle program itself; there's always a better way to do something, even if it takes some time.  Give it time.

(link & image go to 30 years of Shuttle launches, with nice music)

Friday, May 20, 2011

Ben Stein is an Asshole

I just want to say, for the record, that Ben Stein is an asshole. This is not a new thought of mine; he's just facilitating the publicity of it. I'm not suggesting that that French guy is guilty; I'm just suggesting that Ben Stein is an asshole.

http://spectator.org/archives/2011/05/17/presumed-innocent-anyone

... because he thinks that some people should be treated differently than others when it comes to crime process.

In case you're wondering who Ben Stein is, this is what he looks like:





Hi Ben! Good luck being treated like everyone else.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

A new addition

So my mom's meet'n'greet with her coop board went well.  Looks like the sale is going to happen.

I just found out earlier, as I was walking her into the building that is soon to be her building, that across the street on 72nd lives the last shrink I talked to.  That was some years ago.



The awkward part of that is that I recognized the building because of the berry bushes out front, and I remembered collecting some and putting them in my pocket before going in for a session, at the time then.



Most awkward, of course, due to Yoko Ono coming out of the Dakota, next door, waving John Lennon's femur around like a shillelagh yelling "No berry picking.. No berry picking!  Sacred berries.. you leave berries be!"





... and what are you gonna do when you've already half-chewed the berries?

Friday, February 18, 2011

Rice-a-Roni -based Pastime

While I was in Puerto Rico (no connection) recently I got the idea of a new form of haiku: an exceptionally short, pithy poem that would be shoehorned into a particular metric and rhythm... except that instead of following the traditional haiku 3-line form of


5 syllabes
7 syllabes
5 syllabes


... it would follow the metric and rhythm of the refrain from the Rice-a-Roni jingle:

RICE-[pause] a-Roni [pause]: the San Francisco treat!

Some examples:

Sal-[pause] mo-nella: it comes out of both ends!

Kir-[pause]sty Alley: she washes Xenu's car!

Asp-[pause]ber-ger's:  Even mom thinks you're weird!


Try it yourself, it's fun!

Friday, January 28, 2011

A Metric Collins

A Collins is a linear unit of measure.

It describes the minimum distance that one may cast offshore in a rowboat and sing along (boombox optional) to "I Wish It Would Rain Down" at full voice during a deluvial downpour without the neighbors calling the cops.