30 December 2009
up, up and away
in my beautiful balloon
29 December 2009
i'm dreaming of a white. . .whenever
27 December 2009
kids. . .
can't live with 'em,
can't ship them off
to the north pole
to be santa's slaves
this is what they are really thinking. . .
25 December 2009
24 December 2009
thank you for calling
technical support. . .
part deux
too funny. may be 2 years old, but gets funnier every time.
13 December 2009
i can't believe we fit the whole thing
we found this tree farm near our home which was selling these incredible noble firs, and so we cut one down, strapped it to the roof of our car, and drove it home. . .
. . .slowly, for it is a big tree, and we don't have a truck.
anyway, my wife's eyes were bigger than the room. she thought we had 10-foot ceilings. . .turned out to be 9-foot ceilings. once we got the tree in, we had to lop off a foot of the tree trunk. . .
sawdust. everywhere. so much that our vacuum cleaner clogged up and i had to install a new bag.
i digress.
so here we are, with a completely decorated christmas tree for our first christmas in our new house. i can't believe it's christmas already. six months have gone by so quickly.
i hope you like our humble tree.
may the blessings of the holiday be upon you in all abundance, whether you celebrate christmas, chanukkah, kwanzaa, or any other holiday. (we do strive (tongue firmly planted in cheek) for some degree of political correctness. hahaha.)
merry christmas to all, and to all a good night.
11 December 2009
10 December 2009
07 December 2009
it's beginning to look a lot like. . .whoops!
first, the police advised me that they would cause traffic accidents as drivers almost wrecked when they drove by.
second, a 55-year-old lady who grabbed the 75-pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house. she didn't realize the man on the gutter was fake until she climbed to the top--she was not happy.
11 November 2009
09 November 2009
je vous verrai quand je te vois
s'il vous plaît pardonnez ma traduction approximative - je suis un peu rouillé. Je n'ai pas parlé ou écrit en français dans près de vingt ans.
Roger Eyraud était vraiment un bon gars. il a toujours été rapide avec un mot gentil, un bonjour, un mot de préoccupation, encore plus rapide avec son esprit. depuis qu'il a appris que je pouvais parler français, je n'ai jamais été à l'abri de ses tentatives de conversation en français occasionnels, voire sournoise son double sens. il voulait même me présenter à son père pour que nous puissions converser en français.
il n'est jamais arrivé. aurait dû, aurait pu, aurait.
Roger était un bon professeur, un grand collègue, un mentor exceptionnel. J'ai beaucoup appris de Roger. mon seul souhait est que j'avais plus de temps pour apprendre à mieux le connaître.
roger va nous manquer beaucoup.
28 October 2009
23 October 2009
it was a bear of a day at the kyrgyzstan circus
a bear on ice skates attacked two people during rehearsals at a circus in bishkek, the capital of
in the incident, which happened thursday, the 5-year-old animal killed the circus administrator, dmitry potapov, and mauled an animal trainer, who was attempting to rescue him.
"the incident occurred during a rehearsal by the russian state circus company troupe which was performing in bishkek with the program, bears on ice," ministry of culture and information director kurmangazy isanayev told reporters.
it is unclear what caused the bear to attack potapov, 25, nearly severing one of his legs while dragging him across the ice by his neck. medical personnel were unable to save potapov, who died at the scene.
the 29-year-old circus trainer yevgeny popov, who attempted to rescue potapov, was also severely injured, according to doctors.
"the victim has sustained serious injuries - deep scalp lacerations, bruising of the brain, lacerations on his body. his condition is considered critical," dr. gulnara tashibekova told reporters on russian state television.
after the incident, the circus was cordoned off by police and emergency service workers. experts have been brought in to examine the bear, which was shot and died at the scene.
--from cnn.com
07 October 2009
03 October 2009
27 September 2009
in the words of the great philosopher,
baz luhrmann,
everybody should wear sunscreen
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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. . .the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. . .the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. . .what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. . .don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. . .
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
26 August 2009
05 August 2009
if only my cats were this smart. . .
The feline boards the No3 service at 10.55am from outside his home in Plymouth, Devon, and travels the complete 11-mile route before returning home.
Casper has become so known that all First Bus drivers have now been told to look out for him to ensure he gets off at the right stop, reports The Telegraph.
Susan Finden, 65, a care worker who is Casper's owner, said: "Casper has always disappeared for hours at a time but I never understood where he was going.
"I called him Casper because he had a habit of vanishing like a ghost. But then some of the drivers told me he had been catching the bus.
"I couldn't believe it at first, but it explains a lot. He loves people and we have a bus stop right outside our house so that must be how he got started - just following everyone on.
"I used to catch the odd bus too so maybe he saw me and got curious what I was doing.
"Casper is quite quick for his age so he just hops onto the bus before the doors close. He catches the 10.55am service and likes to sit on the back seat."
Rob Stonehouse, one of the drivers on the route, said: "He usually just curls up at the back of the bus. Sometimes he nips between people's legs but he never causes any trouble." (ANI)
29 July 2009
i got lost somewhere between
translation and oblivion
they are one. two. three."
-- instructions for chinese baoding exercise balls.
26 June 2009
24 June 2009
you might be a redneck cop. . .
- Kelly: "Could you please get us to 95?"
- Officer Natalie Preston: "You found your own way in here, you can find your own way out."
When "officer" Preston spotted them asking another officer for directions she decided to bite. She stepped between the couple and the other officer, snarling, "My partner is not going to step in front of me and tell you directions if I'm not." Then she hauled their butts to the station where they remained locked up for "trespassing."
"It was a nightmare," said Brook. "In jail for 8 hours. Sleeping on a concrete floor next to a toilet."
Wrong one, wrong type of pound
Kelly's car was sent to the police car pound where the police left it both unlocked and with the windows down. Stuff, of course, was stolen from the car.
Brook's parents are both Pennsylvania police officers. We'll follow this story and report updates.
Click here to see original story with video!
19 June 2009
you might be a redneck. . .
. . .is sitting in a kiddie pool in the bed of your F-250.
15 June 2009
to sum up. . .
or,
how to freak out your cats
12 June 2009
that was then, this is. . .
today you are 14-going-on-15, or if you had your way. . .
14-going-on-driver's-license. ack.
25 May 2009
20 May 2009
03 May 2009
tips for assembling the drawers in the bed for your 8-year-old
step three: slide the drawer into the selected hole.
step four: close the drawer completely. voilá! a complete bed.
oh. . .i almost forgot. . .step one-point-one. . .
make sure there are no cats hiding in the hole.
02 May 2009
cats. they think they own the place, part trois
sold the house last week. now live in an apartment, waiting for the perfect house bargain to come along. . .
anyway, the stupid cats are at it again. think they're queens of all they survey. what do they do? they leave!
my 14-year-old's cats vanished again today. into thin air. my daughter is maudlin (again), and my wife is in tears (again). and i have this sort of emotional detachment that's kind of creepy (again).
don't get me wrong, i love my cats. i hope they come back. for my daughter's sake, for my wife's sake. i do miss the creatures. i miss the way they crawl on top of my chest and head-butt my chin to tell me they want food.
29 April 2009
so surreal, part deux
today, i came home from work. i knew it would be close. i drove home, and sure enough, there was no sign of my wife's car. i thought aloud, "oh. they're at the field."
in the next instant, i realized, that isn't my driveway any more. my wife's car won't be here. . .
. . .it'll be at the apartment, dummy.
28 April 2009
23 April 2009
how surreal is this?
or
i am suddenly homeless!
13 April 2009
09 April 2009
they always say you're happier at the end
he was happy. he had more clients in his pipeline and was
facing such a great month. you could see it in his face and
in the bounce in his step.
and his step had quite a bounce yesterday, for joe was a big
guy.
we lost joe last night.
i hardly knew joe, but i knew that i liked him. always quick
with a smile, or a laugh, or a piece of well-needed advice.
big guy, yet so soft-spoken.
some of us even had a mafia name for him, you know, a
nickname. in the Sopranos, there was paulie 'walnuts'
gualtieri, bobby 'bacala' baccalieri, johnny 'sack'
sacramoni, salvatore 'big pussy' bonpensiero. . .
we imagined joe cast as Joey 'two salads' Salas. i think
that was benjamin's idea.
don't know if he liked the moniker, but he laughed at it.
joey laughed a lot.
for that, we will miss joe.
07 April 2009
ohhhhmmmmmmm
- picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream.
- picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water..
- birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.
- no one knows your secret place.
- you are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.
- the soothing sound of a gentle water fall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.
- the water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater.
there!! see? it really does work. . .you're smiling already.
04 April 2009
amazingly simple home remedies that really work!
2. avoid arguments with the females about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.
3. for high blood pressure sufferers--simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure on your veins. remember to use a timer.
4. a mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.
5. if you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. then you'll be afraid to cough.
6. you only need two tools in life--wd-40 and duct tape.. if it doesn't move and should, use the wd-40. if it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.
7. if you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical problem.
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daily thought: some people are like slinkies - not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
31 March 2009
30 March 2009
show me the money
newspaper on sunday. the business section asked readers the
question, "how would you fix the economy?"
this may have been the best idea...
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there are about 40 million people over 50 in the work force.
pay them $1 million apiece severance. . .with stipulations.
1) they must leave their jobs.
forty million job openings - unemployment fixed.
2) they must buy (paying with cash) a new american car.
forty million cars ordered - auto industry fixed.
3) they must either buy a house with cash or pay off their
mortgage with cash.
housing crisis fixed.
17 March 2009
happy st patrick's day
sinne fianna fáil
atá fé gheall ag éirinn
buíon dár slua
thar toinn do ráinig chugainn
fé mhóid bheith saor
seantír ár sinsear feasta
ní fhágfar fén tíorán ná fén tráill-
anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil
le gean ar ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil
le gunna scréach, fé lámhach na bpiléar
seo libh canaídh amhrán na bhfiann
pronunciation guide:
she-na fee-na fall
A taw f-wee yal egg Eireann
bween dar slua
har tinn duh rawnig hoo-in
fay vawd veith sair
shAn cheer air shin-sher fawsta
Nee awgfar feen tee-rawn naw feen trawl
A-nuckt a haym sa bar-na whale
le geAn air Gael, khun bawss no sail
le gunna shkraek, fee law-vuck naw biller
shoh liv connie A-rawn na Viann
translation:
soldiers are we
whose lives are pledged to ireland
some have come
from a land beyond the wave
sworn to be free
no more our ancient sire land
shall shelter the despot or the slave
tonight we man the bearna baol
in erin's cause, come woe or weal
'mid cannon's roar and rifles' peal
we'll chant a soldier's song
16 March 2009
if you don't c sharp you'll b flat
the bartender says: “sorry, but we don’t serve minors.”
so, the e-flat leaves, and the c and the g have an open fifth between them.
after a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the g is out flat.
an f comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
a d comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, “excuse me. i’ll just be a second.”
an a comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of c is not a minor.
then the bartender notices a b-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims: “get out now! you’re the seventh minor i’ve found in this bar tonight.”
the e-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes.
the bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says: “you’re looking sharp tonight, come on in! this could be a major development.”
this proves to be the case, as the e-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and stands there au naturel.
eventually, the c sobers up, and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest.
the c is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without coda at an upscale correctional facility.
on appeal, however, the c is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
the bartender decides, however, that since he’s only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest—and closes the bar.
15 March 2009
momma, don't let your children grow up to be criminals
• kevin wayne dunlap, hopkinsville, ky., october;
• richard wayne smith, marietta, ga., january;
• joshua wayne cubbage, st. helens, ore., february;
• timothy wayne murray, slidell, la., convicted on a 2005 cocaine possession charge in march 2009 while awaiting trial for a 2006 murder.
indicted for murder or attempted murder:
• arnold wayne mccartney, lewis county, w.va., march;
• arthur wayne blood, pendleton, ore., march. awaiting trial:
• michael wayne charles, beaumont, texas, october;
• john wayne graves jr., lancaster, pa., november;
• michael wayne sherrill, charlotte, n.c., february;
• douglas wayne hall II, richmond, ky., february.
sentenced for murder:
• charles wayne warden, brownsville, texas, january. murder conviction upheld on appeal:
• thomas wayne weaver, gastonia, n.c., february. executed for murder:
• kenneth wayne morris, huntsville, texas, march. died in prison awaiting retrial for murder:
• michael wayne jennings, martinez, calif., convicted of murder in 1984 but granted a retrial in 2002.
cats are so stupid. . .part deux
it was, and she did.
cats. yeeeeesh.
14 March 2009
cats are so stupid. . .
why, then, do they eat plastic grass? all they do is hurl on the living room floor a couple of hours later. . .
hairballs are bad enough.
09 March 2009
let it snow, part ad nauseam
yeeeeeeeeeeeesh.
05 March 2009
• • • our fourth annual inductee
• • • into the bored stiff geeks
• • • hall of fame
effective 1 march 2009
new office policy
dress code:
you are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.
if we see you wearing prada shoes and carrying a gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.
if you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.
if you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.
sick days:
we will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.
personal days:
each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. they are called saturdays & sundays.
bereavement leave:
this is no excuse for missing work. there is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. in rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. we will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.
bathroom breaks:
entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. there is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. at the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. after your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the 'chronic offenders' category. anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sanctioned under the company's mental health policy.
lunch break:
skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.
normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.
chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a slim-fast.
thank you for your loyalty to our company. we are here to provide a positive employment experience. therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.
pass this on to all who are employed!
the management
due to budget cuts, we are all getting new office furniture. this is your new cubicle.
03 March 2009
the credit crisis, explained irish style
i got this text from a friend in ireland, i think it explains things far better than the usual, more ponderous analysis:
"linda is the proprietor of a bar in cork. in order to increase sales, she decides to allow her loyal customers - most of whom are unemployed alcoholics - to drink now but pay later.
she keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the customers loans). word gets around and as a result increasing numbers of customers flood into linda's bar.
taking advantage of her customers' freedom from immediate payment constraints, linda increases her prices for wine and beer, the most-consumed beverages. her sales volume increases massively.
a young and dynamic customer service consultant at the local bank recognizes these customer debts as valuable future assets and increases linda's borrowing limit.he sees no reason for undue concern since he has the debts of the alcoholics as collateral.
at the bank's corporate headquarters, expert bankers transform these customer assets into drinkbonds, alkbonds and pukebonds. these securities are then traded on markets worldwide. no one really understands what these abbreviations mean and how the securities are guaranteed.
nevertheless, as their prices continuously climb, the securities become top-selling items.
one day, although the prices are still climbing, a risk manager (subsequently of course fired due his negativity) of the bank decides that slowly the time has come to demand payment of the debts incurred by the drinkers at linda's bar. however they cannot pay back the debts.
linda cannot fulfill her loan obligations and claims bankruptcy. drinkbond and alkbond drop in price by 95%. pukebond performs better, stabilizing in price after dropping by 80%.
the suppliers of linda's bar, having granted her generous payment due dates and having invested in the securities are faced with a new situation. her wine supplier claims bankruptcy, her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor.
the bank is saved by the government following dramatic round-the-clock consultations by leaders from the governing political parties (and vested interests).
the funds required for this purpose are obtained by a tax levied on the non-drinkers."
27 February 2009
little boxes on the hillside,
little boxes made of ticky tacky,
little boxes on the hillside,
little boxes all the same.
men’s brain are very unique, men’s brains are made up of little boxes and we have a box for everything. we have a box for the car. we got a box for the money. we got a box for the job, a box for you , a box for the kids, a box for your mother somewhere in the basement.
we got boxes everywhere, and the rule is: “the boxes don’t touch”. when a man discusses a particular subject, we go to that particular box, we pull that box out, we open the box, we discuss only what is in that box, all right? and then we close the box and put it away being very, very careful not to touch any other boxes.
now women’s brains are very, very different from men’s brains. women's brains are made up of a big ball of wire, and every thing is connected to everything. the money’s connected to the car, the car’s connected to your job and the kids are connected to your mother, and everything’s connected to everything ….
it’s like the internet super highway, ok? and it’s all driven by energy that we call emotion. this is zzzzz. it’s one of the reasons why women tend to remember everything. because if you take an event and you connect it to an emotion, it burns in your memory and you can remember it forever. the same thing happens for men, it just doesn't happen very often because, quite frankly, we don't care.
women tend to care about everything! and she just loves it. ok?
now, men, we have a box in our brain that most women are not aware of. this particular box has nothing in it. it’s true, it’s true. in fact, we call it the "nothing box." and of all the boxes a man has in his brain, the nothing box is our favorite box! if a man has the chance, he’ll go to his nothing box every time. that's why a man can do something seemingly completely brain-dead for hours on end. you know, like fishing.
now, they’ve actually measured this. the
women can’t do it, they can’t do it, their minds never stop, and they don't understand the nothing box and it drives them crazy because nothing drives a woman more crazy or makes you feel more irritated than to witness a man doing nothing!
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