Archive for July, 2013


Sticking It To The Man


I love this picture – so hard and so much.

Not just because the farmer in question circumvented the restrictions, but because he (or she) went the extra step and put a tablecloth and flower arrangement on the table. That is giving those folks the finger in the most stylish way possible.

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Climb!


Am I the only one who notices that there’s only one cat on this thing?


The other day at work some of the folks were sitting around playing that wonderful “What if I won the lottery?” game. You know the one, where everyone says what they would do if they won the lottery.

“I’d buy a new house!”

“I’d buy a new car!”

“I’d go on vacation!”

“I’d buy a cotton candy machine!”

And then you witness all of your coirkers turning to look at you like you (in this case, me) are a crazy person. It makes logical sense to me; I have a car and a house and vacations are nice and everything, but I’ve never owned a cotton candy machine.

Brrrr


Ice mask, C.T. Madigan, between 1911-1914 / photograph by Frank Hurley

Captain Fancypants


[Unidentified soldier in Union captain's uniform with U.S. Medical Service hat in front of painted backdrop showing landscape]  (LOC)

[Unidentified soldier in Union captain’s uniform with U.S. Medical Service hat in front of painted backdrop showing landscape]
[between 1861 and 1865]
1 photograph : quarter-plate tintype, hand colored ; 11.8 x 9.4 cm (case)
Soldier is probably a surgeon.

I Got One!


I’ve been on a Postcrossing bender recently and have sent out close to a dozen within the past month. So far, all but two (an their way to Russia) have been received and I haven’t gotten any back.

Until Thursday!

And it’s from Germany, which is where a lot of my Postcrossing seems to happen. That and Finland for some reason. I wonder if it’s because I tend to request cards at about the same time of day each time, and those just happen to be popular times for those countries.

It’s a castle in Germany with some unpronounceable name.

Eek!


On Monday at around lunchtime one of the tellers came over to the boss’ office. She had seen a mouse run across to floor and into his doorway. There was a search of his office and nothing was found, so it was decided that an exterminator would be called if it was seen again.

Cut to several hours later when a small dot of gray fur zooms past my desk and into the lobby. It darted behind the furniture and then ran between my desk and the wall before zooming over to the teller side. I had it briefly cornered by the teller windows but was reluctant to just reach down and pick it up since I don’t enjoy rodent bites.

I asked one of the tellers to get me a cup from the back. When she asked why, I told her.

Dear sweet jeebus, you would have thought I told her there was a rabid honey badger in the place. Meanwhile, the mouse made a run for it and ducked under the balancing room door. There were several tellers back there, one standing on a chair while several others did that awkward neck-stretching thing where you want to see something but you also don’t want your body anywhere near it. I asked one of them to keep an eye on the thing and went to get a cup. It had hunkered down behind a desk that was close to the wall and was running back and forth trying to decide which way to go. I put the cup down close to the floor and it ran right in.

Boom – one mouse caught.

It was very tiny, about the size of my thumb, and very cute in its own mousy way. I took it to the boss to show him, which in hindsight is what a real cat would do when it catches a mouse, and he told me to take it outside and turn it loose in the vacant lot next door.

One of my coirkers told me the next day that when she opened up the branch the next morning, she peaked under the furniture to see if any unwanted visitors had snuck in during the night.


:buzzz:


I was sitting in the living room, minding my own business and watching yet another anime, when I heard something outside. I hit the pause button as the sound grew louder. It was a loud thumping buzz, pretty soon the windows started shaking a bit.

It was someone’s car stereo.

Holy monkey-muffins, that’s loud. If it makes the windows of my house shake, how loud would it be in the car? How could that possibly be good for someone?


2010-beyond female Disney characters