The Big DumpTruck

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Month: May, 2005

Short Week

Thank God it’s already Tuesday, that’s all I have to say.

Interesting thing about this waterlogged month: Even on days that were relatively nice this weekend, it rained at least once. I’m wondering how many days DIDN’T have at least a little sprinkle this May. I know this morning I was rained on walking from the parking garage to work.

As for our weekend movie making – we kind of got distracted with other things and I didn’t get a chance to work on my own movie. Actually, when Junior got up Sunday morning he told Mr. Dump, “If I ever make a movie, I’m going to call it The Attack of the People Named Frank Johnson” so that is the name of the movie that I am working on. Currently, we have several Frank Johnsons lined up, all of them located one toy box or another.


Photo Album Link

Had the opportunity today to make an official visit to what remains of the amusement park *I* was supposed to own someday (by invitation of someone with keys and permission to be there). I took my camera with me. The very sad photos are located in this album.


Movie Mogul

Now that Oliver Stone has been arrested for DUI, it’s up to the Big DumpTruck to find some way to fill your movie live. Presenting some of the very first movies made by our family.

This first entry was created entirely by my step-son Jon, who obviously has quite a future ahead of him.

Kung Foo Slug (a 1.5meg QuickTime movie)


Magic Bullet

Joan: Don’t fear, this isn’t the magic bullet from the bedside table! Welcome, Magic Bullet blender system!

Magic Bullet: Hello!

Joan: Do you get that a lot?

Magic Bullet: The confusion? Yes, actually. It’s quite embarrassing, actually. You know, if you don’t spend a lot of time browsing in those kinds of stores, well, you might not even know that a magic bullet is a vibrator.

Joan: {giggles} I guess maybe if you weren’t shaped like one…

Magic Bullet: I get that a lot. Trust me, I’m not.

Joan: But could I, you know, if I didn’t have the other kind?

Magic Bullet: No. No, you couldn’t. So don’t even try. It may not say it in the instruction manual, but let’s all assume that it does. Do not use me for purposes other than preparing food.

Joan: Well, can’t fault a girl for asking.

Magic Bullet: Well, I can. Because obviously I’m a blender system. I am the smoothie master.

Joan: I always like a smoothie after … you know …

Magic Bullet: I don’t think I needed to know that about you.

Joan: Well, now you do. My favorite is a little bit of canned peaches and canned pineapple (with the juice) mixed with ice cubes and a spoonful or two of vanilla yogurt. Hmmmm. Just thinking about it is making me…

Magic Bullet: Salsa. Or hummus. Nothing like hummus to make you feel less horny, eh?

Joan: No, hummus is very sexy too. Salsa not so much, but hummus is. Mmmmmmmm!

Magic Bullet: You know, I told them I didn’t want to do interviews with third-string reporters. I *told* them that. Do they listed to me? NoooOOooooo.

Joan: Wait, you think I’m third-string? I have to say, I am more than a little insulted.

Magic Bullet: I’m sorry you’re insulted, but I didn’t come here to talk about how sexy hummus is. Or salsa. Or pesto.

Joan: Pesto, not so much.

Magic Bullet: Can we just end this now? I’ve had enough.

Joan: Ladies and gentleman, the Magic Bullet is available everywhere they sell fine infomercial products!


New Interview With Still Life

Joan’s been talking to a Slinky. (Actually, this was published a while ago and I just forgot to copy it here.)




Joan: An icon if there ever was one, welcome the official state toy of Pennsylvania… Slinky!

Slinky: Thank you!

Joan: I just couldn’t be more pleased. I’ve been a huge fan for years. And between you and me, you are the real deal. No plastic Slinkies for this journalist!

Slinky: Well, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m really okay with the plastic ones. In my 60 years on the market, I’ve seen a lot come and go, and I’m not worried about plastic. If you want a slinkity sound, though, you have to come to me.

Joan: Sixty years. What do you think makes you so long-lived?

Slinky: I’m pretty sure it has to do with the fact that I’m soothing. I can be very relaxing, don’t you think?

Joan: Well, other than when you get all knotted up…

Slinky: That’s user error! You can’t hold me responsible when people don’t play properly. It’s not my fault if stupid kids throw me around or try to make a necklace out of me.

Joan: Um, well–

Slinky: And then the little animals pull me to see how far I’ll stretch, and get all “boo hoo” when I don’t snap back to my former tight, compact shape. That infuriates me beyond reason. I mean, it’s just like your boobs–

Joan: Excuse me?

Slinky: Your boobs. Look at ’em. You stretch ’em out when you have kids, they aren’t going to snap back. They’re going to hang down around your waistband.

Joan: Are you criticizing my breasts?

Slinky: No, I’m just saying you and I are a lot alike. Stretch and pull me too far and whoomp, I might as well be 50-year-old honkers.

Joan: Hello? I’m not 50!

Slinky: Sure. Anyway, if any of the kids out there want to read more about me, remember to visit the Poof-Slinky, Inc., website.

Joan: Poof-Slinky?

Slinky: Look, don’t go there. I can’t help that the company that owns me now was named Poof. It has nothing to do with me personally, I can tell you that. I am 100% red-blooded American hetero.

Joan: Red-blooded? You’re made out of steel. And you’re a toy… you don’t have a sexual orientation.

Slinky: Riiiiight. How do you think I know so much about saggy breasts?

Joan: But if anything, “fun for a girl and a boy” sort of implies–

Slinky: Look at the time. It’s been lovely chatting with you. Remember kids, I’m available in pretty much every store on planet Earth! Buy me today!


So Then, What Next

Okay, we’ve done the Pork Rind experiment. And for the record, Bill, I’m not going to do a comparison between the kind you buy in the grocery store and the kind you buy in a pet store. I’ll leave that in your capable hands.

I guess the two snack foods that come to mind are Funyons, and those little puffy thingies for which Andy Capp is the spokesmodel. Does Andy Capp still exist? Does anyone carry that anymore? For you kids out there, Andy Capp is/was a comic strip. Basically he was always drunk, smoking a butt, and playing snooker. And his wife would threaten to beat him with a rolling pin. Ahhhh, the classic days of comedy. Is there anything funnier than a drunk snooker-playing smoker? I think not.

So anyway, there was or is some snack out there with him on the bag. I believe this is because the shape of the snack food very closely resembles the cigarette always hanging off his lip. That’s the only real connection I can make. Oh here, they are made by ConAgra. And available at fine gas stations everywhere. (Wow, a quick glance through the brands they own shows quite a few that are staples at my house. Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard, for example, is the only brand of mustard we buy. Period. Don’t bring your yellow crap into my house, thank you.)

Okay, so any others to add to the list? And this time, I’ll take pictures.


Another Snack Food Experiment

I remember way very long ago (back in April) I brought up the subject of pork rinds. I had never eaten one, which I don’t think is unusual. I’m going to guess if I polled 100 random people, 99 of them would say they’d never had one.

Last Friday I was at the Victory/Hannaford (dammit, it will always be Victory to me) on Lancaster Street, picking up a few things for dinner, and ran into a group of Leominster Firemen who were buying snacks or something. One of them had a bag of pork rinds, which just seemed strange to me, but who am I to question a fireguy?

But that made me think about them again. So last night, my sister was hosting a Party Lites party (really awesome candles – you should buy some) and I was asked to stop and pick up something she’d forgotten, and I made a decision. In an effort to make her look bad, I would sneak a bag of pork rinds and some Yoohoo onto the snack table for all her guests to see.

I had no trouble with the Pork Rinds (which in this case, was called straightforward “Pork Skin” because really, rinds? You aren’t fooling anyone) but I’ll be darned if the hoity toity Donelans in Littleton [waves to Chuck] carries YooHoo. Snobs.

Anyhoo…my sister just rolled her eyes and was refusing to open it, so The Amazing Bob grabbed the bag and ripped it open. Oh. My. God. My sister grabbed her nose and yelled “It smells like fish food” and she was ever so right. Good God, somewhere in the back of my head I was thinking it might smell like bacon. You know, because it’s made of pig. But no, this was one of the most vile smelling things ever. I took a nibble out of one, realized it doesn’t taste like anything at all, and we sealed up the bag and put it in her garage. I’m sure she’s SO happy with me for contaminating her home with those things.

Lord knows why it smells like fish food, but I can’t imagine working in the factory where these things are made. And what’s the deal with the complete lack of any flavor at all? It’s like eating packing peanuts. If I’m going to eat something that unhealthy, it should taste like something, for goodness’ sake!

So there you have it. No more burning urge to ever ever ever try a pork rind again. Ever.


Odd Spam Pitches

I get spam, as you can imagine. Having had my own website since 96, my address has been out and about for a long, long time. A long time. I’ve been getting spam since before some of you knew what a URL was.

But there are some items that get offered via email that just don’t work for me. As in, I wouldn’t ever respond to an email offering these items, even if I was stupid enough to buy anything someone tried to sell me in an unsolicited email. So this list is things sold via email, and things offered via email, meaning it might be the bonus gift you get for doing something else.

  • Underwear. Luckily, they haven’t been trying this one for a while.
  • Peach Cobbler. I have no idea what the story is behind this one, but last week I got junk mail offering me free peach cobbler (I don’t think it was just a recipe. I believe it was the cobbler itself). I can’t think of anything I’d like less than peach cobbler mailed to me by someone I’ve never heard of.
  • Watches. Oh, right, it’s a real Rolex.
  • Designer sunglasses. Aside from wondering why people need designer sunglasses in the first place (I mean, other than for people who find themselves on the other end of the papparazzi’s cameras), who would buy them from someone sending out a random email?

Does anyone see these emails and not think “Gee, I’ll bet there’s some law enforcement-type person just waiting to nail me for buying illegal product, including illegal drugs.” Cause I really want to smack the people who are giving credit card numbers to these people. Seriously.

But more than anything, I want more information about the peach cobbler. I’m a little hungry right now.


Products You Should Buy to Be Like Me

It’s time for that regular Big DumpTruck feature: How to Be Like Jody. If you buy the following products/do the following things, you can be just like me. Isn’t that the goal of each and every one of my faithful readers? Yes, I thought so.

1. Honey Nut Chex Mix. I love this stuff. I could inhale it by the bagful, and this weekend, I almost did. There is something supremely addicting about the salti-sweetness of this product. Don’t get me wrong, regular Chex Mix is good, but it’s nowhere NEAR as good as the honey nut kind. Don’t be confused by the caramel one (I think that’s what it was…I have never tried it); to be like Jody you must go for honey nut.

2. Viva paper towels. These are the official paper towels of the Big DumpTruck. I got hooked on these when Junior was a baby and they were the recommended brand if you were going to try to make your own baby wipes. They are VERY VERY SOFT. In fact, my step-daughter actually asked me what brand they were last week. She also wanted to know what brand of toilet paper I buy.

3. Angel Soft double rolls

4. Shaws Brand dryer sheets. I guess this only works for people who live within listening distance of a Shaws. I cannot say for certain if Star Market brand is the same (I know they are owned by the same company). Shaws brand is all that and a bag of Honey Nut Chex Mix.

So there you go, a few things to set you on your way to Jodyness. Watch this space for even more helpful hints in the future!