… and disturbing
I actually think Mozart might have liked it.
… and disturbing
I actually think Mozart might have liked it.
I dreamed a cartoon last night (probably early this morning actually) and quite a good one and I’m disappointed that it doesn’t really exist. Of course I don’t remember much now but it had animals and robots. They were like two “races” and there were “good” and “bad” characters among both. I remember some kind of encounter between a large black bird and a flying robot. The bird was “bad” (or maybe just mischievous?) The whole thing had sort of a Hanna Barbera feel to it, which makes sense because that’s mostly what I grew up watching. It’s been years though, so why did I dream that this morning? Brains are weird.
I put a question mark in the title because I know that if I declare something “The Silliest” it will be only a short time until I see something even sillier because that’s just the way things work. But these… Wow. I saw the shoes in the last two photos on Facebook. Those are hideous and creepy and… and… Well… words fail me.
But what about the others? I think the snake shoes are the most wearable but of course I wouldn’t wear them.
I like these shoes much better (second photo also first seen on Facebook) though I probably wouldn’t wear those either, only because of the likelihood that I would take two steps and do a face-plant.
OMG! Just when you think the Internet can’t get any crazier someone invents blue waffles. I first saw this image on Facebook.
This made my day, it did. It’s always nice to have a really good laugh first thing in the morning.
Actually, it’s possible that some organic waffles might be blue, if they were made with organic blue corn, but then some organic waffles are just regular waffle color. It has nothing whatever to do with “bleaching agents in Roundup”.
What this meme is really all about is to get you to Google “blue waffles” and take my advice when I tell you that you really DO NOT want to do that. (At least not at work)
I saw on Facebook this morning that Betty White had died. No, put away the tissues; Betty White is alive and well. Sheesh! I think someone needs to start an official Celebrity Life Status site. Sort of like the one for Abe Vigoda but for all celebrities. And by the way, when Abe Vigoda does really die will anyone believe it?
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Oh here’s a good one: The Ice Bucket Challenge is a Satanic Ritual. And Oprah is Satan. Or something like that. I don’t even know what to say about this, folks, except that it’s really, really effed up. Someone please go dump a bucket – no, a trash can – full of ice over Selena Owens’ head. Maybe the ritual will reboot her brain.
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99 bottles of… No, wait! They’re cans.
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Yes, I know but seriously? This weather is amazing. It is the middle of July and it’s currently 63°F and last night one of our local meteorologists said that the temperature “might not make it up to 70°” today. Rain and a high of 69° in Oklahoma in July. It’s not unprecedented. I can remember one 4th of July cookout when we were all wearing sweaters or flannel shirts (or wishing we had brought one to wear) but still, on those rare occasions when we get summer weather like this it always feels amazing. (BTW, why does “meteorologist” not mean “one who studies meteors”?)
Aside from the unusual weather we’re having today, this summer has not been really hot hot, which is nice, but the other side of this nice weather is that every time we’ve had a pleasant summer it has been followed by a miserable winter. I would rather deal with a hot summer and a not too bad winter than have a cool summer and a horrible winter.
In other news, we picked our first tomato yesterday. I’m planning a big dinner salad with chicken and feta cheese tonight. It’s the kind of meal I normally plan for hot days. Tonight I should be serving soup of chili. But I have the tomato and I don’t want to wait. We’re not expecting another 90 degree day until next week.
Okay, this is creepy. I proudly admit that I am what some people might call a “grammar nazi” (though I prefer “grammar nanny” or even “persnickety old bat”) but it bothers me that, apparently, actual Nazis care about grammar. It does sort of make sense but… but… Darn it, I don’t know how I want to end that sentence. It’s just creepy. That’s all.
It’s a stairway to another dimension. It must be.
Actually, looking closely at the bricks, it looks like there might have once been another door there. Now, how to explain those other four doors?
From There I Fixed It
When I was little my grandmother had a green parakeet (budgie) named Mike. In fact, he was a few months older than I was. He could say a few words but mostly stopped talking in his later years. He died when we were eight years old, which is more or less a normal lifespan for a parakeet.
Now here’s the weird thing. Last night I dreamed that Mike was still alive, right now in 2014 at more than 50 years of age, and he had grown very large, about the size of a chicken. There was some kind of gathering and I took Mike out of his cage to show him off. I carried him on my shoulder but held on to him so he wouldn’t fly away. I kept trying to get someone to take a picture of us but everyone was either too busy or they said they would do it but wanted me to do something for them first. I was going to have to leave soon and was running out of time to have the picture taken. And then I woke up and it was my pillow that I was holding.
At first I a little disappointed but then I thought, “Thank goodness! An over-sized parakeet is the last thing I need!”
This is a top contender for the title of Silliest Warning Label Ever. This is the back of a card of 7/8 inch Dill brand buttons.
“Not a toy. Not intended for use by children under 14.” Seriously? I mean… Seriously?! I sort of get the “This is not a toy,” part. I can see some mentally challenged, trailer trash type of mom thinking, “Oh, these pretty buttons would be a fun toy for my 2-year old.” (I’m not sure such a person would bother to read the label anyway but whatever.) But the “under 14″ part is what I don’t get. The first time I sewed on a button I was 7 years old. Seven. Perhaps seven is a bit early but if a child reaches the age of 14 without ever having sewn on a button… well, bless her (or his) little heart.
I also played with buttons from my grandmother’s button jar when I was only five. It’s a miracle I survived childhood.
We have temporarily and partially remedied our PC problem. It’s nice to be using a full sized screen and keyboard again but there is one thing I really liked and miss about using the Surface: I could look down at the screen. I never understood why computer screens are always raised so high up but since I got bifocals (actually I think what I have are called “progressive lenses”) it has become a slightly horrible situation. When we read books we don’t hold them up at or above eye level; when we write on a piece of paper we don’t tack it up on the wall at eye level; so why must our computer screens be so high? Why?! Maybe that’s one more reason why laptops are becoming so popular. Oh well, I guess the up-side is that it prevents me from wasting hours and hours in front of the computer.
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Back in the 70’s we were encouraged to be “colorblind”. Well, someone has taken that old-fashioned idea to heart and perhaps demonstrated why that’s not necessarily always a good thing. Behold, the white Lt. Uhura. (One of several items in the post; scroll down)
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I have a lot of bookmarks. I need to do a bookmark dump sometime soon. But not this morning.
Charles linked to this list of Bizarre Interior Paint Color Names. I don’t think most of these are bizarre at all. I like imaginative color names. “Mayonnaise” strikes me as a little icky. Not that mayonnaise is icky but naming a paint color that brings up the mental image of smearing actual mayo on one’s walls.
But I quite like some of the names on the list. Spirit Whisper – I’m not sure the color really goes with the name but then, I’m not sure what color Spirit Whisper should be. Phantom Mist – lovely, evocative name and the color seems about right for it. I probably wouldn’t paint my walls that color though. I like Obstinate Orange – the name that is. I like the color but I think it might be a bit much to put on the wall. Lavender Secret – one of my favorite names on the list but the color is kind of blah. Cheerful Whisper is a nice name but the color doesn’t look cheerful at all.
Now if you want to talk about weird color names you gotta look at nail polish. And there are lists galore:
And there’s much more. There is a list of “Raunchiest Nail Polish Color Names” that I refuse to link to. I’ve never seen any of those in local stores. I think they might be illegal in Oklahoma. (Joking. I think) There’s even a blog: Stupid Nail Polish Names
I had to look and see what I have in my collection. I don’t pay a lot of attention to the names. Maybe I should so I don’t buy something embarrassing. Most seem pretty tame. I have colors like Fire Opal, Copper Glamor, White Diamond, and Virtual Violet. One of the more imaginative ones is Poetic, a bright pink. The weirdest I have are Solid Rock, weird mainly because it’s a very delicate pale pink which does not make me think of rock of any kind, and Feelin’ Hot, a peach frost, not a “hot” color at all. Oh, and there’s Pumping Iron, a silver metallic. I actually don’t paint my nails all that often I would love to keep them painted all the time but I hate waiting around for polish to dry.
I see Web addresses on the backs of cars all the time. I ignore most of them but last week I saw themadhouseartists.com and the words The Grand Lake Artistic Chaos Foundation on a minivan driving through The Nearby Small Town. You know I had to check that out.
So after looking at the website I’m still not entirely clear about what kind of place it is or if it’s something to go and see. They sell a few things online, including books, they have art workshops and dance classes, and there are some pictures of various animals on the website, but it doesn’t look like there’s anything intended for simply curious tourist/spectator kind of people such as myself. There was an “open house” on June 15th. It doesn’t look like they have updated the website since then. Anyway… sort of interesting.
Top 10 Truly Weird Medical Problems. I suppose you’d have to call it “morbid curiosity” but I’m always interested in this sort of thing. Unfortunately, I find this list frustrating. There is no information about the maladies on the list and the links that are provided are not helpful either. Perhaps I could do some googling but I’m a teensy bit paranoid about there possibly being some record of me searching for weird stuff. Maybe I’ll just go directly to Wikipedia.
I don’t know how things were at your high school but at mine one of the top social sins was to wear jeans an inch too short. Jeans were supposed to almost touch the ground and if they were long enough that you walked on them that was okay too. Pants that were even a little bit too short were “high water pants” and if you wore them you were sure to be asked, “Are you waiting for a flood?” several dozen times that day.
Now, apparently, too short pants have become okay. Well, at least they are okay if they cost over $900. Maybe it’s just part of the Rise of the Nerds.
Here’s a collection of artful and perhaps scary play ground equipment. Some of those look like they were designed by the kids themselves.
So I thought I’d search Flickr for “weird playground equipment”. I didn’t see anything that really stood out for me so I tried just “playground equipment”. I still didn’t see anything that was really weird weird but I like this thing. I guess it’s sort of weird isn’t it? (I think my weirdness threshold is probably way out there.)
But the weirdest thing I found wasn’t playground equipment, it was this sign. (no embed code provided) I guess Canadian toddlers are more advanced? Or maybe the lawyers are more advanced. Or less advanced. Or something.
Is it weird to dream about people you’ve never met? Anyone else ever dream about people you only know on the Internet? Anyway, this was several nights ago but I’m just now getting around to telling it. I wish I could remember more but there’s just this one weird thing I remember. Jaquandor needed something. I can’t remember what it was. It wasn’t a thing it was something you measure out an amount of, like sugar, milk, or something like that but it wasn’t a food type of thing. It was something really important. Darn, I wish I could remember what it was. I’m thinking it was something that doesn’t really exist. Like most of my dreams, it was probably science fiction. But anyway, Jaquandor was looking for this stuff, whatever it was, and I told him that Steph had some and I was going to tell him or show him where she lives (which in real life I do not know) but then… I can’t remember what happened next. Stupid, weird brain.
I saw this on Facebook: Use avocados in place of butter in baked goods. That actually sort of makes sense. I’ve heard of substituting applesauce for butter in cookies and I’ve tried that. They came out okay but really just not right. I’m not really familiar with avocados but I understand they do have some fat content which might make them better as a butter substitute than applesauce. I have to admit to being a little bit… not exactly skeptical… hesitant, a little weirded out maybe. But I’m going to try it sometime anyway.
Oh, and by the way, I hate the term “guilt-free”. As if I’m supposed to feel guilty for eating anything not approved by the food police.
Weirdest, creepiest, most WTF petty crime ever! Ewwww! Ewwww! Ewwww!