Monday, February 27, 2006

 

At Least It's Not Called "The Weasel"

A popular item at the local Home & Garden show last weekend was "The Squirrel" massager. The Squirrel?! When I asked why it was called that, the sales rep replied brightly, "Because 'Beaver' and 'Monkey' were already taken."

Check out the massager copy at the link above. Perfect example of Engrish.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

 

It Chops! It Dices!

And it temporarily allays your psychic demons! I first saw this knife block a year ago on an Italian design site, but couldn't order it anywhere. Now, it's available and I have to have it. OK, so its name is sexist and untrue. But wouldn't it be extra-satisfying -- after a tough day -- to see it in your kitchen?

Monday, February 20, 2006

 

Weekday Weirdness

Incident 1: It doesn't matter what time I leave in the morning or what time I get home at night; I always pass this guy coming from the opposite direction. He's pretty hard to miss: white beard, yellow Vespa, yellow reflective vest, and the biggest taxicab-yellow helmet I've ever seen. I'm being stalked, in reverse, by a hydrocephalic robo-chicken. Yeeeeeaaah, that's about right.

Incident 2: Also spotted on my way to work today: a guy riding a Segway. Actually, he was a Segway master, showing the grace and agility of an Olympic skater as he maneuvered around obstacles and over curbs. A beautiful performance; I just wanted to follow him around all day and make Jetsons flying car noises.

Incident 3: Some co-workers and I met with a trinket vendor. She handed out samples of a new goodie: a tiny plastic suitcase filled with chocolate covered sunflower seeds. Without thinking, (as usual), I blurted out, "Are these gluten-free?

Long pause.

Very long pause.

Vendor looks at me incredulously and asks, "Do you have celiac?"

"Uh-huh."

The room erupts: Everyone knows someone who had just been diagnosed. So for the next ten minutes, we set aside discussions of foldable koozies and glow-in-the-dark Mardi Gras beads and talked about where to find gluten-free breads.


Sunday, February 12, 2006

 

Serendipity

Several days ago, Wordgirl posted a lovely missive about the role coincidence played in the naming of her children. She then invited her readers to post about the happy accidents in their lives. Not sure if the following is coincidence or a good ghost story, but it really happened, and I like it. So there.

A few things you should know about my father:
In World War II, he was stationed in Panama.
He loved Big Band music.
When I was little, he would sing to me: "Peg O' My Heart."

A few things you should know about me:
Years ago, I worked in the marketing department of a large corporation. (Well, still do... different corporation, though.) One of the services we advertised was a travel agency. If a travel agent couldn't represent the company on a cruise, the company would get a muckety-muck. If the muckety-muck couldn't go, they'd ask someone from the marketing department to chaperone the trip.

So, one day my number came up, and upper management asked if I wanted to go on a cruise.

A Big Band theme cruise

To Panama

Leaving on the fifth anniversary of Dad's death.

I didn't tell them that last part. Naturally, the circumstances gave me the shivers -- but C'MON! IT'S A FREE CRUISE!

So, I go, the ship leaves in a shower of serpentine and confetti, and I get dressed to go to the cabaret for the evening revue, feeling a little depressed. They're doing a Big Band "radio" show. You know the type: silky-voiced announcer says something like, "And now, broadcasting around the country from the Stardust Ballroom, high atop the Phlegm Building in downtown Cincinnati, it's..."

I order my cocktail and slip into a booth in the back. Right after my drink is delivered, Silky-Voiced Announcer says, "Now our songbirds croon a footlight favorite for all the folks at home: 'Peg O' My Heart.'"

I hope my spit-take wasn't that big.

After a few moments of hyperventilating out on the Lido Deck, I looked up at the stars and said a few "thank yous" for the people in my life and for happy coincidences.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

 

Odds & Ends... Mostly Odds

Time to clear out my file of unusual things and places online:

Thursday, February 02, 2006

 

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

In my car's CD player: Talking Heads, Stop Making Sense. If the little twerp tailgating me only knew I was singing along to "Psycho Killer," he might just BACK OFF.

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