Monday, October 23, 2006
Amazing Elimination
:::sigh::: Last night's Amazing Race was so satisyfing. Dickweed Peter and his iron-legged Ironwoman ex-girlfriend Sarah are on their way to Sequestersville. I'm sorry to see Sarah go, but I was delighted to see she caught on to what a jerk Peter was, and dumped him.
On the mat.
In front of Phil.
And she even said, "He's not kind."
That's an understatement, sister. He took all the lameass Roadblocks (wanna buy some flowers?), while she took all the tough ones (clambering up a ladder over 600 feet in the air. In Kuwait. In sweltering heat. With blown hydraulics on her prosthetic leg.)
And you could tell -- even after she ripped him a new one -- that he still didn't get it.
Good riddance, Peter. We'll miss you, Sarah.
On the mat.
In front of Phil.
And she even said, "He's not kind."
That's an understatement, sister. He took all the lameass Roadblocks (wanna buy some flowers?), while she took all the tough ones (clambering up a ladder over 600 feet in the air. In Kuwait. In sweltering heat. With blown hydraulics on her prosthetic leg.)
And you could tell -- even after she ripped him a new one -- that he still didn't get it.
Good riddance, Peter. We'll miss you, Sarah.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Corporate Jabberwocky
New brand name seen in a plumbing ad:
Uponor
...formerly Wirsbo
Huh? Why trade one nonsensical name for another?
Uponor
...formerly Wirsbo
Huh? Why trade one nonsensical name for another?
Saturday, October 07, 2006
From Gutted to Green
My grandparents lived in a Federal-style house in Lewisburg, Pa. All the kids and grandkids loved the house; we'd imagine ourselves in the miniature cabins Pa-Pa built around the fish pond; we'd toddle down to the kitchen each morning, summoned by the aroma of cantaloupe and toast; we'd laugh at Nana bustling around the dining room table, never content to sit down and enjoy what she had prepared until all her family was taken care of. It was home.
After my grandparents died, the house changed hands a couple times. The subsequent owners had big dreams for remodeling -- but no real plans -- and the house fell into disrepair.
Until recently.
A young couple just bought the house and they're documenting their remodeling on a blog (see the last entry of my blogroll). They're planning to use green materials and methods to bring the home back to life. I love everything about that. Not only is it a blending of the old and new, it's responsible, and it's... well, just the right thing to do.
It doesn't matter to me if they cover the entire place in baby-poop-brown shag carpeting and hang disco balls and black velvet Elvis paintings in every room -- the house has a heart again, and once again, it's home.
After my grandparents died, the house changed hands a couple times. The subsequent owners had big dreams for remodeling -- but no real plans -- and the house fell into disrepair.
Until recently.
A young couple just bought the house and they're documenting their remodeling on a blog (see the last entry of my blogroll). They're planning to use green materials and methods to bring the home back to life. I love everything about that. Not only is it a blending of the old and new, it's responsible, and it's... well, just the right thing to do.
It doesn't matter to me if they cover the entire place in baby-poop-brown shag carpeting and hang disco balls and black velvet Elvis paintings in every room -- the house has a heart again, and once again, it's home.
