The Big DumpTruck

I know you are probably figuring that with my recent $150,000 wardrobe enhancement, I'm probably doing pretty well in the cash department. Well, sure, I have $150,000 in enhancements, but you can't take a pair of shoes down to Chilis for a dish of queso, now, can you? I didn't think so.

So in the fine tradition of Massachusetts politicians, I am willing to stuff my bra full of any bribe money you want to give me. I'm not exactly sure what you'd be bribing me to do (or not do) but let us not focus on that. Let us focus on the fact that I think the best way for you to provide me with the bribe money is in anything larger than a ten dollar bill. I mean, really, ones? Do I look like a lap dancer to you?

Oh, and by the way, if you are going to take photos of me taking the cash and sticking it in my bra, can you make sure you use a flattering camera angle? The whole "under the table" thing really accents areas of my being that we should probably all just ignore.

Thank you for your bribe. It was a pleasure *cough* doing business with you.

Labels: money, News, wierd

I got an email reminder from my very very dear friend and personal mentor, C Monks this morning, reminding me that today's the day to order his book. Because he saw fit to make me a member of his Hall of Fame, he is one of my favorite people on the planet. And thus, I pass along the ordering info for his book, which, by the way, sounds fantastic. Go order a copy and maybe he'll put you in his HOF. If you send him a photo and ask nicely.

This is an impersonal, yet friendly reminder about the "Order My Book
Extravaganza!" As you might remember, today, October 29th, I'm trying to get as
many people as possible to order my new book, "The Ultimate Game Guide to Your
Life" from Amazon.com. I would greatly appreciate your support. Simply follow
this link,
and you'll be a few clicks away from participating in what is sure to be, if I
may be so bold, the most exciting book-buying extravaganza you've been a part of
in at least the last couple of months. Or so.

See, it's just that easy! Go order one! Or five! Christmas is coming!

Labels: books, friends, shopping

Saturday night we briefly lost power due to the high winds and other assorted lightening-y activity. It came back within 2 minutes or so, and everything was dandy. Except in the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom, and noted that the clock said it was somewhere in the 1:15am range. But when I looked at my watch in the bathroom (yes, I often wear my watch to bed. You never know when you might want to check the time without rolling over to look at the alarm clock) it said it was after 2am. Huh. That's odd.
When we finally woke up Sunday morning, my watch said it was 8am. But the alarm clock said it was 4am.
Oy.
I reset it and it eventually lost 5 hours over the course of Sunday. I was thinking it might be fun to play alarm clock roulette in the morning, but I decided to go to Target to replace it. Got one that will charge and play my iPod, which means I can wake up to music I actually like!
Still, I don't get how a digital alarm clock, plugged into an outlet, can just lose time like that. It wasn't running on batteries, it was plugged in. I'm sure there's some really science-y explanation, but to me, if a cheapo digital alarm clock breaks, it's something like the alarm stops working, or the display goes wonky. Losing time? I have a wall clock my friend Kim gave me as a shower present 15+ years ago and that one barely loses time when the battery goes low.
I hope God wasn't trying to send me a message to sleep in this morning because the new alarm clock worked very very well.

Labels: shopping, weekend

I know I don't really maintain the podcast any more (mostly because my mac.com site expired) so this would be turned into a podcast if I still had one. Which I don't. That doesn't mean you shouldn't watch this video to make the hit count go up which would make me feel pretty good about myself. I'm just saying.

Here we have Junior and Phantom, doing a bit of a duet.

Labels: junior, phantom, video

I don't know why everyone is harassing Sarah Palin about her $150,000 wardrobe enhancement. I mean, what's the big deal? That's about average in 2008, isn't it? I know that I still have $25,000 left to spend on my $150,000 wardrobe enhancement, but I'm feeling pretty good about the $125,000 I've spent. I mean, like Sarah, I have a lot of public appearances that I have to make. I appear in public pretty much daily.

My most recent purchase was a heavy-duty pull-over fleece top that I bought at the Blue Heron tent sale a week and a half ago. I got it for ten dollars. I mean, ten thousand dollars (*cough*) which is what the receipt I sent to the GOP said.

Really, what it comes down to is pantsuits and makeup that is not available in the cosmetics aisle of Target. That's really where the bulk of the enhancement budget went. I will look fabu in my new pantsuits as I meet "real Americans". And the makeup will transform me into a movie star. That's what it's all about, right? When I'm at the self-serve gas station, people will offer to pump my gas for me. Because they will look at my pantsuits and know that I'm somebody to worship.

Everything I own now, by the way, is encrusted in Swarovski crystals. That's what makes the difference between being dressed and being enhanced. When people see my glittery pants, tops and underwear, they will be excited to even be near me, and declare the money well spent. No more store-brand pants for me, I'm SOMEBODY NOW!

Labels: funny, money, shopping

Using a freebie tool to see if I can post to my blog from my iPhone. Typing is a bit tedious. I hope it has spell check.

Hey kids! It's your old pal Apple Johnnyseed reminding you to swing by the Old AV for all your old audio-visual needs! Betamax? Reel-to-reel? We got that, and more! This week only a sale on 8-Track players and accessories! The first 5 customers will get the new Beatles 8-Track, Magical Mystery Tour, for a buck!

Labels: advertizing, funny

I basically spent the long weekend taking photos and getting a brake job on the van. I preferred taking photos. Went with one kid and husband on Saturday, and other kid and his friend on Sunday and Monday. I will slowly fill my flickr profile with the best ones. Or the ones I feel like forcing on all of you.

I spent a long time today working on getting just the perfect photo of a swan floating on a little man-made pond. You know, he was a great model.

And then I got home, uploaded the files, looked at the swan photos...and realized it was plastic. People who knew much have thought I was a huge moron. Or maybe they did it on purpose to amuse themselves. Actually, I suspect they did it to try to keep geese away, and it appears to have worked. Still, would it have killed them to put up a sign that said "I don't care how much you really want a photo of our swans, they aren't real."

Labels: camera, kids, photos

Happy Columbus Day. To my Native American friends, sorry about the death and disease stuff, but we do appreciate you giving us the guest room. And the rest of the house. And the neighborhood...

Saw an article on FoxNews.com (I know, I know) that totally enlightened me on how awful my life must be.

BRIDGEPORT, Conn. — A judge has brushed off a Connecticut woman's claim that
L'Oreal Inc. ruined her social life when she accidentally dyed her hair brunette with one of its products.
Charlotte Feeney of Stratford said she can never return to her natural blond hue, a shock that left her so traumatized she needed anti-depressants.
She says she suffered headaches and anxiety, missed the attention that blonds receive and had to stay home and wear hats most of the time.
A Superior Court judge dismissed Feeney's 2005 lawsuit Monday, saying she never proved her allegation that L'Oreal put brown hair dye in a box labeled as blond. The company also had disputed the claim. Feeney's attorney, David Laudano, declined to
comment and she could not be reached after the judge's decision.

I had no idea that my life sucks because I am a natural brunette. I seriously had no idea. I mean, I pretended I was blond that one day, but it wasn't like I was making a major life change.

So I'm just going to start staying home and wear hates "most of the time." Because obviously, having brown hair is a horrible, horrible affliction. I did not know this, but any headaches I get from now on, I'm going to just know it's from brunettitis.

By the way, someone will have to explain to me how a woman who was buying hair dye and using it is concerned that she cannot ever get back to her "natural blond hue". How natural was her hue if it came from a box? Besides, I'm pretty sure a halfway decent salon could resolve that issue.

Okay, off to go hat shopping!

Labels: cranky, News, odd

It's taking away from my arguing about watching baseball time. Debate #2. It's okay, but when is John McCain going to start swearing under his breath again? I want him to start walking around pretending to karate chop while Senator Obama is talking. I need some craziness to entertain me, dammit!

Labels: politics, tv

I have a lot in common with Sarah Palin, you see at least according to the line of questioning by Katie (Amy Poehler) Couric when she interviewed Sarah (Tina Fey) Palin "for the 4th time". When cornered, I too become increasingly adorable.

That's a good thing, right? Everyone loves adorable. Look at how popular Fur Real Pets are. My God, you can own your own baby lion cub! How adorable! I mean, it doesn't get more adorable than a fake baby lion cub, does it? Unless it's a fake puppy, but anyone can do a fake puppy. I think the fake baby lion takes the cake. I want to be THAT level of adorable. Maybe at my next meeting I'll wobble my head a bit and purr. That would do it!

p.s. You iPhone users - http://m.nbc.com/iphone/ for full eps of NBC televsion shows. Woo!

Labels: iPhone, odd

No, not another post about the Palin/Biden debate. Although I sure had fun "live tweeting" about it. Glad I wasn't playing the "drink whenever Palin says something folksy" game. I had work the next morning!

For whatever reason, when I got home the step-son was watching some reality TV thing on Bravo. The show that followed was called Tabatha's Salon Takeover. The first episode we watched was about a salon in Long Island. It might have been the best television I have seen in years.

I do not say that lightly.

You could not have cast or written a scripted show that would have entertained me as much as this group of hairdressers. Two in particular, were FANTASTIC. The premise of the show is that Tabatha Coffey, a world-class hugely famous hair stylist and salon owner (apparently an icon in the industry) gets called in by drowning salon owners to "save" their businesses. It appears that the biggest problems are the owners, who don't know how to properly run a business, don't have any control over their staff, etc. etc. The first show we watched featured two Long Island sisters who ran their salon, bankrolled by daddy, like a sorority house. If you have a chance to watch this episode, you must. I'm a nice person, so I'm not going to comment on two of the girls working at the salon, but needless to say, I wanted to hit them with shovels.

We watched a 2nd episode, which was also interesting, but couldn't hold a candle to the first one in the sheer brainless staff department.

I don't know if the show will hold up for me over the course of a whole season or two, but our entire house was howling during these shows. Minimally you must Tivo it, just to watch when there isn't anything else on.

Oh, and Tabatha is British, and she's often "Gobsmacked." That's my new favorite word, although I don't know how easily I can slip it into conversation.

Labels: funny, television, tv