Watch for flying ladles

I read a news story yesterday about elementary schools banning scary costumes from school Halloween celebrations, and it really annoyed the hell out of me. One item in the story especially stood out in my mind: apparently at one school district in Illinois, “…costumes depicting animals and food (preferably carrots or pumpkins) are in favor.”

Carrots? What is so scary about carrots? That is absolutely idiotic, I thought. But then I watched this film.

I stand corrected, carrots. If you’re pals with that cackling leek there, you’re probably a pretty tough customer.

Don’t do it, Fonzie

I have to keep reminding myself that Halloween has not jumped the shark just because I’m having trouble getting a good scary costume together. Not a sexy costume, not a current events costume – a scary costume. Because Halloween is supposed to be about Scary.

Every year I have trouble thinking of a good costume, and I fret and get anxious and grumpy, and then suddenly it all comes together. Only it’s not coming together this year. I can’t even be a monster this year, because this year’s monster is just some cute neurotic hairy dude with a striped shirt thanks to Spike Jonze. Spike, allow me this observation: Where The Wild Things Are = The Butthole Surfers. Where The Wild Things Are ≠ The Cure.

Okay, I need to stop ranting and start concentrating. Halloween. Scary. Scary. Scary.

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Don’t interrupt. I’m almost there…

Photo by stevechasmar on Flickr

Do you understand, Garbage Man?

Boo. Hiss. That stupid balloon boy made me forget all about yesterday’s very important holiday – National Grouch Day. What a little jerk.

Published in: on October 16, 2009 at 11:12 am Comments (2)
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Happy Labor Day

Normally I would consider using this moving company based solely on the beauty of its logo:

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and knowing that they have experience transporting monkey and gladiator leg tables

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would seal the deal for me. However, today I’m needing help with some furniture with rather unusual dimensions

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so I think I’m going to go with these people instead:

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especially if this guy

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is working today.

All photos taken on York Blvd. in Highland Park. Thanks for the tip, Wag!

My mother gave me some facial cleanser for mature skin

It’s my birthday tomorrow. Guess how old I am.

Published in: on August 8, 2009 at 12:48 am Comments (5)

Happy America Day

I know I’m a day early, but I can’t keep these fireworks to myself any longer:

Thanks for sharing, Miss Cellania!

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South for the summer

I just found Santa Claus’ summer house, and it’s right here in Silver Lake, kind of near the dog park.

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The actual house is pretty nondescript – no candy cane columns or stained glass or gingerbread trim. He’s probably trying to keep a low profile in the off-season. I only knew it was his house by the rather ornately embellished fig tree in the back yard.

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Frankly, I’m finding his dedication to tree decorating at this time of year a bit troubling. It’s June, Santa. For pete’s sake, take it easy.

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Happy Memorial Day

I know that on Memorial Day we’re supposed to honor our war dead rather than living veterans that we honor on Veterans Day, but there’s a certain veteran I really need to salute today – Lance Corporal William Windsor, who retired from the British Army this week.

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Yeah, looks like he’s about due for retirement. According to Wikipedia, he’d been having problems toeing the line for a while:

“On 16 June 2006,[7] a parade was held to celebrate Queen Elizabeth II’s 80th birthday,[5] at the Episkopi base near Limassol, Cyprus on the Mediterranean island’s south coast.[5] Invited dignitaries included the ambassadors of Spain, Netherlands and Sweden and the Argentine commander of United Nations’ forces on Cyprus.[12]

The deployment to Cyprus with the 1st Battalion was Billy’s first overseas posting,[7] and despite being ordered to keep in line, he refused to obey.[7] He failed to keep in step,[12] and tried to headbutt a drummer.[13] The Goat Major, Lance Corporal Dai Davies, 22, from Neath, South Wales, was unable to keep him under control.[12]

As a result of his actions, Billy was marched before his commanding officer, Huw James, after being reported for “unacceptable behaviour”[5] and “lack of decorum”.[12] He was reported through the chain of command, accused of disobeying a direct order,[12] and following a disciplinary hearing was demoted from lance corporal to fusilier.[12][1] The change meant that other fusiliers in the regiment no longer had to stand to attention when Billy walked past, as they had to when he was a lance corporal.[7] “

That disciplinary hearing sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me, but no matter. Eventually he regained his rank, allowing him back into the Officers’ Mess to be served and saluted by ordinary grunts once again.

William will spend his retirement at the Whipsnade Zoo at Bedfordshire. Thank you, Lance Corporal Windsor, for your dedicated service. I’m sure the people of Great Britain will not quickly forget you.

Happy Mother’s Day

1. My mom was a very glamorous movie star.
2. She let me cultivate my own sense of fashion from a very early age.

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3. I’m obviously leaving out a lot of things about my Mom here in this list.
4. Anyway – thanks, Mom. I love you.

Workers, untie! Also, unite!

Brothers and sisters, how fortuitous that today we have released our shackles and taken control of the singing animated toy robot factory! From this point on, we will no longer be oppressed by greedy management – we will collectively control our own destinies. Now, in practice, that actually sounds a little messy to me, so I have taken it upon myself to be in charge rather than let us suffer through a cacophony of stupid ideas with no direction. Rest assured that I hold no interest in power and authority myself; I have only our collective interests at heart. I have already given our plight much thought, and now that we are no longer working for The Man I would like to immediately focus on the following issues:

  • There seems to have been a sharp decline lately in the amount of doodles of amusing faces embellishing Post-It™ notes affixed to paperwork. This trend must be reversed. Please see the following examples for guidance:

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  • All workers aware of interesting holidays and events such as grilled cheese sandwich making contests and parades in which people walk backwards must share this information with other co-workers the day before said event so that all may have ample preparation time for costumes, themed lunches, etc.
  • From this point forward, use of the phrases “reach out” and “walk this through” will be grounds for immediate termination. Even more seriously, please remember that “quarterback” is a noun, not a verb. Also, you work in an office; you are not doing anything remotely athletic. Any worker caught uttering “quarterback” as a verb (eg., “I’ll be sure to quarterback this through AP…”) will be shot on site.

This is just the beginning of our new “smarter, not harder” working philosophy. Keep up the good fight, colleagues! Right now, I suggest we all take a nap.