crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?

Continuing my rambling approach to blogging...

Still at my parents' place. It's funny how, in unfamiliar environs, just preparing food can become a drawn-out ordeal. No recipe instructions are going to prepare you for that. "Preparation time: 15 minutes... unless you're in a strange kitchen because it's probably going to take you 5 minutes to find the damned measuring spoons."

We got out of work early today due the snow storm pummeling just about half the country. My estimate would be that we were getting an inch of snow per hour for a while this afternoon. I would enjoy winter immensely if I didn't actually have to interact with the snow. It's pretty to look at, but it's a total bitch to move around. Thankfully I have a snowblower at my disposal.

In that vein - the exhaust smell that sticks to your coat/gloves/hat after using the snowblower is probably one of the least enjoyable scents I can think of. Right up there with poop, and paperwhites (the stinky flowers), and reheated fish in the microwave. People who do that should be flogged with actual fish, á la Monty Python.

Topic change (again): my parents' pets are very staticky. When petted, they both sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies cereal. Snap, crackle, blue sparks in the fur.

Lastly - the guitar solo/instrumental bridge bit of Live's "Turn My Head" is a thing of beauty.

Animal Odd Couple

A brief news segment about an elephant whose best friend is a dog. Very heartwarming.

'cuz a pig is a cop...

I never actually write entries anymore. Photos and random entertining videos are nice, but, as the shrill old lady from the eighties used to cry, "Where's the beef?". Here we go. Beef.

Housesitting/dogsitting for the parents until Feb. 1. Started today. Everything here is immaculately clean. If all you had to go by was the condition of their house, you would never know if my parents had been gone for a week or if they had just made breakfast for 30 people. It's always spotless. Also, their water is crazy soft. If you touch a bar of soap with your fingertip, you'll be able to make soapy lather for the rest of the day just from the reside. The only complaint I have about this is that you can rinse and rinse and rinse in the shower and still feel like you're covered in soapy film.

Speaking of soap, anyone else remember those old Irish Spring commercials, wherein some hiker in the hills of Ireland whips out a bar of soap that he myseriously has on hand and shaves a big chunk out of it, releasing a jet of water?

And if you remember that, what about the Sizzlean commercials? "Move over bacon, here comes Sizzlean!" No one remembers that anymore. Sad.

I'm considering declaring Google Reader bankruptcy because I have 203 unread items and don't feel like dealing.

Things celebrating their anniversaries today:
The Macintosh computer
Canned beer going on sale

Joost now has Celebrity Deathmatch. Sadly they aren't the original episodes, but the handful that aired in 2006 when the show briefly came back. Might I suggest watching The Osbournes vs. The Olsens? The tactic used to kill Jack is priceless.

That is all.

Salt & Pepper Shaker Price Guide

Salt & Pepper Shaker Price Guide
Originally uploaded by davethebad

Easily the most specific book I've ever seen. It's amazing what people will pay for a set of ugly shakers.

Stretchy Miso

Miso
Originally uploaded by davethebad

50 Most Loathsome People in America

Time once again for the Buffalo Beast's 50 Most Loathsome People in America.

Twitter error

Kind of describes how I'm feeling about this week.

Nickle Creek - Toxic

I used to sit next to someone at work who had a radio, and whose favorite station played Toxic about 30 times every day. I'm still traumatized by the song, but watching this made me happy.

A city of books

This Is Where We Live from 4th Estate on Vimeo.