Check out this guy’s video. For anyone who took Art in the 9th grade and you had to make a stop-action movie, this one is better than anything anyone ever did. The way the stop-action pauses while the singer sings “Oh, Oh, Oh” is just plain bril.
You’ll benefit from a fast connection when viewing the video.
I have a bruise on the fat fleshy part of my left hand. The spot right between my thumb and forefinger. I’m a klutz and my car door is much tougher than my hand. I don’t think in the hugely long list of bruises that I’ve had over the course of my life that I’ve ever had one in that exact spot.
Eyeball jewelry…I don’t think I have to explain why this is wrong.
Buying the carton of OJ for your grandmother that clearly says “lots of freaking pulp, in fact, so much pulp you’ll choke on it” when you were suppose to buy “no pulp” and having to rush to the store the next morning to get her another carton and now you have a carton of the gack in your refrigerator. Anyone want a lovely un-opened carton of OJ? I’m sure it is tasty if you can get past all the pulp.
Hearing from your sister that her visit with your parents went really well even though things have been rocky in the past. Both you and your sister agree not to hold your breaths that this pattern will continue–that is just plain wrong yet practical.
This site is being bombarded by spam. Every day for the past 2 weeks I’ve had to remove comment spam. And, yes, I have a black list in place and, yes, it is working.
I know it seems like all I do is complain, at least in the last several posts. However, I believe it is time someone said it: If you use pop-ups on your blog, I think the next time I visit your site will be the 12th of Never. The pop-ups that are the worst are the ones that wake up their 16 cousins and then I have to spend the next 5 minutes exiting little windows.
We watched Identity last night and I have to admit I was getting a tad creeped out. Then I felt cheated by the ending. I don’t have a problem with the whole premise of the movie but the last scene was worthless and it made me feel like the director/screen writer/whomever thought the viewing public needed to be smacked over the head with their clever idea. The idea wasn’t so clever (remember that season when Dallas was just a freakin’ dream?) but it was clever enough to make me keep watching. I just think the movie died with the last scene.
I also think it is a shame that the freaky Jake Busey hardly had any screen time at all. I was never concerned that he was the bad guy. I thought the little kid was scarier than the movie ever let me believe Busey’s character was.
So I got all excited when I saw that a Thunderbirds movie was coming to the big screen. Then I got all disappointed when I found out it was live-action and basically a kid movie. Why, oh why, ruin one of the best campy endeavors ever?
I know that the original show targeted kids–puppets, anyone? I think there is a fine line between taking a show and making it a worthwhile movie and turning it into something silly on the big screen and that’s my fear here. I’ll probably watch the movie though when it eventually gets to cable.
Yesterday we spent the entire day cleaning out the MIL’s attic. While crouched on my hands and knees sliding boxes towards the attic opening, some thoughts occurred to me. I’ve decided to turn these into the Frog and Goat’s Attic Storage Tips. The FGASTs are for anyone with an attic. Here are the tips:
-If a TV from the late 1960s doesn’t work, the attic gnomes aren’t going to fix it. Throw it out immediately.
-Two artificial Christmas trees are two too many. If you have one of those with the lights already on it, get rid of the other one.
-If a baby doll’s head was horribly melted by something or other, it can go directly into the trash.
-Do not put beds in the attic. Do not put foam mattresses in the attic.
-Do not store plastic bags in the attic. Plastic doesn’t like heat and you’ll spend lots of time vacuuming up little bits of brittle plastic that have fallen through the attic opening and into your hallway.
-A few empty boxes are prudent. You never know when that box in the attic is going to be the perfect box for that thing you want to give Cousin Ned. More than 20 empty boxes is just wrong.
The next ones are for all you parent-types in the audience:
-I know it is really a sentimental gesture, but storing the crib your child slept in during the late 1960s and early 1970s with the hopes that the child will grow up and have children and want that crib is just plain silly.
-Ditto on the potty training potty.
I never knew there was a word for that smell that, for me, brings up memories of summer at the river.
Here’s the word (via a word a day):
petrichor (PET-ri-kuhr) noun
The pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell.
Did you hear the $239 Million Dollar Jackpot Winner finally came forward? While we were in that area last weekend we heard folks gossiping about who the winner might be. My favorite part of the interview is where the winner says “Sweetheart and I might get lost for a couple of days.”
When I was in kindergarten I went to school only for a half day. During half day kindergarten we got a snack during the middle of the session.
For April Fool’s Day my mother helped me cook up the best gag ever. During show and tell I was to tell everyone I had a box of twinkies that I was going to share for snack time. I practiced the night before and my mother thought I had it down.
When it was my turn, I took my box of twinkies up front and told them how I was going to share. I waited until the kids went wild then held up my twinkie box and showed them it was empty.
Nothing like starting off my school career on a good foot.
You may have noticed that F&G was down today…ok, even if you didn’t notice I won’t hold it against you. The servers were the last things to move out of the craphole office to the new office. Since we host everything ourselves the blog was down, email was down, the connection to the internet was down, etc.
If you’ll excuse me, I must go forth and wallow in the majesty of the web.
