Ever wonder where those turkeys come from and where they go? National Geographic published an article in 2001 with some interesting details (like the trainers spend a lot of time dressed in blue clothing to mimic white house suits to socialize the turkeys).
I’ve always been jealous of my nephews and nieces with their bubblegum flavored toothpaste. I’d buy some for myself but I’m assuming there’s something about the kids toothpaste that isn’t industrial-strength enough for gr’ups.
But lo, what have we here? Cruising Target the other day looking for the Shrek boxed set I came upon Colgate Cinnamon Spice tooth paste. I couldn’t pass it up. Mmmm tasty. It’s the next best thing to brushing your teeth with maple syrup (not that I’ve tried… honest).
After complaining in jest about my wife I realized something…
…we have a really, really comfortable couch positioned nicely in front of our home theatre system… having to sleep on the couch for the night is not such a bad thing.
Now, if Paula ever figures out a good way to lock the refrigerator…
Well, we wondered if it would ever happen… but it did. Dick proposed to Trina. Congratulations you two! (Everybody else, check out the proposal story, it’ll make you teary :)).
I think the best thing is that in a show of Victorian geekiness they have maintained separate XBoxes… to share an XBox before being married just wouldn’t be appropriate, the neighbors would talk.
I flew back from Redmond tonight on Alaska Air flight 594 and you’ll never believe who was at the controls… Captain Kirk! He appears to have replaced his navigator, however… Chekhov was nowhere to be found.
Sure… jackhammers… add it to the list lady. (click for big)
Edit 10/7/2004: Snopes picked up the story.
If I am sick or tired… or sick and tired… tired or just plain sick… I need comforting. Being a mama’s boy my first instinct is to run home, but seeing as my mommy is in Colorado and I’m in California I need to have a substitute.
Enter psychology… specifically: behaviorism.
Just like Pavlov’s dog, we have been trained to react. We can’t help it. From conception to death our conditioning never stops. We’ll flinch, cry and yawn on cue (don’t bother stifling the yawn, it’s not like I can see you). Yanking someone’s strings can be easy if you know their triggers. One very useful trick is to learn to yank your own strings (trust me, you won’t go blind).
If you’re feeling down and want a quick pick me up, try this out: think back to when you were a little kid… say 4 or 5 years old. Getting the vision? Good, not stop touching me or I’m telling Mom. Perfect, you got it. Now, on Saturday, what did you eat? If you have a bad memory try calling your mom, she may be able to help out. The key is to nail down exactly what you used to eat, getting the ingredients as close as possible to the authentic stuff. Go shopping, come home, put on some comfy clothes and eat. If you can find some reruns to go with your snack you’ll be golden. Trust me, it works great. If you put me in front of an episode of the Waltons, feed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (made with Wonder bread, Welch’s Concord grape jelly and creamy Jiff) cut in to quarters… diagonally, Fritos, a bowl of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup and a glass of milk I’ll be right as rain.
Now if I could just find myself a good pair of footy pajamas…
Perhaps my shoes are too tight but this kind of thing really irks me: Harrods, British department store extraordinaire, has started its Christmas shopping season. GAH! It still annoys me when I see Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving (but I’m wacky that way). Bring out Christmas decorations before Halloween and I fume. But seriously folks… Christmas shopping before Labor Day?!?!?!?
“And they’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer.
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!”
Last night I came to a realization…
… I’m impressed by impressions.
… I thought that warm feeling was heart burn. 🙂
My lovely wife has started a blog… it does me proud.