Christmas/Holiday/Whatever Cards Sent

As always, I was about one week late in getting my "December" (where "December" represents Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or whatever) cards. I knew something was up when four different people, independent of one another, contacted me, asking "Where is your card and letter?" Well, they're in the mail.

If you're here because you got the card and letter and need to get a hold of me, leave a comment on this posting and I'll contact y'all. Joyeux Noel!

The Brilliance That is The U.S. Postal Service

I was in the local US Postal Service branch this morning, picking up some stamps for my annual attempt at humor (aka "Christmas card"). Please ignore that I am sending the cards after Christmas. Actually, now that I think about it, I've been sending these cards after Christmas for at least the last four years. Time for me to acknowledge a new tradition.

But I digress. Here are a couple of things that bug me about this particular branch:

1) Credit card readers that are inoperable.

I don't know about you but the two local USPS offices that I usually go to have inoperable credit card readers. I recall these readers being installed in the offices about four or five years ago. The "readers" don't read credit cards - they only display the charges for your transaction at the counter. One of the offices went so far as to stuff a piece of corrugated cardboard in the slot where you would normally swipe your credit card - the corrugated cardboard has a handwritten note on it - "Doesn't Work."

2) There is a sign that you notice on the way into the post office. It says no cell phones can be used anywhere in the lobby. I think this is a good idea. Like church, I like to think of post offices places of refuge from inane chatter that you usually hear when listening to someone yammer on his/her cell phone. If I want mindless yammering, I'd go to any local airport and hang out in the boarding area(s).

As wise and useful as that "no cell phones" sign is - it is matched in utter stupidity by the sign one reads posted on the inside portion of exit door (there are two separate doors - one for entering and another for exiting). It says, "No pets." Where I'm from, that's the sort of sign you'd want to have on the way IN to an establishment, not on the way out. Unless, of course, the post office means that once you bring your pet into the post office, you cannot bring him/her outside of the post office. In other words, any pets brought into the post office becomes property of the post office.

Why is Ashton Kutcher the face of Nikon?

In TV commercials that most people have probably seen, Ashton Kutcher is presented as some sort of semi-wacky shutterbug. The most annoying ad has to be the one where he is a photographer at a wedding. He proceeds to knock over a waiter carrying a tray of canapes, messes up the wedding cake, and is involved with a number of other forgettable "hilarious" vignettes.

But what is galling is a full page ad I just saw in Newsweek. It shows Mr Kutcher poring over a very high end Nikon camera like he is this generation's Ansel Adams. And to top it all off, all of the promotional web links for any of the camera models that Kutcher is "endorsing" includes the name "ashton." I would include an example here but the last thing I would want to do is give Nikon any kind of idea that this "Ashton Kutcher as Photography God" advertising campaign is anything other than ultra-dumb-dee-dumb-dumb.

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Photobombing: The Fine Art of Ruining Other People's Photos

I recently got an email from a friend - the email had several photos attached to it. Although most (if not all) of them have been altered/photo-shopped and I've seen some/most/all of these posted elsewhere on the web, I thought it would be worthwhile to post them here. Enjoy.

Thief Texts Victim After Robbery

We get a free local newspaper delivered to us every week. The "police beat" section usually includes some wacky crime that occurred during the prior week. The following story is true and was originally posted here.

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After receiving text message, man learns his wallet is missing

POLICE BEAT
Published: Tuesday, November 4, 2008 9:31 AM EST

A man living in the 1800 block oflo WiIlway Circle South reported to police that at 12:05 a.m. Oct. 28 he discovered his wallet had been stolen.

According to the report the man received a text message from someone shortly after midnight stating, "I got your wallet and you can have it back when we get married."

Police said the man then got out of bed and checked his pants pockets and found that his wallet was indeed missing.

The man stated he believed the suspect had gotten into his apartment somehow while he was sleeping and taken the wallet, police said.

Sittin' by the dock on the bay

I'm sitting in a plane in San Francisco. And I thought I was not hungry since this past weekend was filled with lots of eating - the kind where there is a mismatch between what your body needs in terms of calories and, uhh, eating way more than what your body needs.

The young lady next to me proceeds to pull out what appears to be some sort of breakfast sandwich with grilled sourdough bread, scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese. It's something that I would probably never order - ever. But sitting in this cramped space with 150+ other people, smelling her sandwich .... turns out I am hungry. I think.

Something I always struggle with when I book air travel is location of my seat. Sitting in the middle of three seats is never a choice unless I have to (e.g. the flight is full and these are the only type of
seats left). So I choose between aisle and window. I really like looking out the window. But then I'm always panicked about being stuck by the window and having to go to the bathroom - and my seatmate(s) is (are) asleep. If it's a daylight flight that involves over lots of land, I'll choose window almost every time. If the majority of the flight is over water and/or at night, I'll choose aisle. Since I never get to fly to Hawaii as much as I'd like and I pretty much detest "red-eyes," you can guess which type of seat I will always choose.

Now if I can just get my bladder to understand ....

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Initial post and the Memphis airport

I just discovered mobile blogging via google. I think this way of blogging is better suited to my downtime in that I don't have the patience or organizational skills to maintain my 'regular' blog (see spunk0164.blogspot.com) on a more than "whenever I get around to it" basis. I think this format of being to jot down a quick idea and firing it off via email will allow me to capture the random stuff I see and/or think when it happens as opposed to thinking, "hmm, that's interesting - I should blog that" - then proceed to completely forget about whatever caught my attention in the first place.

I am writing this long post from the Memphis airport. I wasn't supposed to be here - I was. Supposed to fly through Minneapolis. Whatever - as long as I get to San Francisco within the next few hours, all will be good in this world.

They just announced boarding for my flight. And, on cue, everybody has rushed the boarding area, inevitably slowing the process as a result.

There's a fellow sitting across from me who looks a lot like Sydney Pollack. But I think he died recently - so unless the government was successful in its "ReAnimating The Dead Project," I doubt it's him.

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Jesus is Lord but only in certain places

I've heard the phrase "Jesus is Lord" before but I always assumed the phrase represented some sort of omniscient presence, you know, like He is Lord of Everywhere.

Apparently not.

The Human Calendar

While surfing the web recently, I came across a pretty cool calendar. It's set up like the opening sequence from the Brady Bunch. And it's updated every day ... I don't think it has much practical use as a 'to be used regularly' type of calendar. But it is very interesting, nonetheless.

Hillbilly Hi-Rise

I seriously think that this is not for real ... this HAS to be a photshop type of prank. If anyone can prove to me that this is real, by all means, send me the proof and I'll include that information in this posting. (I saw on another blog that this is "near Horntown, Virginia" but I cannot find any verification of this claim anywhere.)

(Wo)Man's Best Friend ... or at least one of them

When I was a kid, I distinctly recall that you had a really good dog if s/he was trained to bring you your slippers and newspaper after a hard day at the office.

Toby, the dog pictured here, is a modern "(wo)man's best friend." He doesn't waste his time with newspapers, slippers, and other items that are so 20th century.


Rather, he focuses on keeping his humans happy by bringing them things they need, not "want!"

Bird infestation in Canada? Better call the Mounties

I heard about this little Canadian lovefest on the radio yesterday. I don't need to summarize what happens - just watch and listen.

Bird Poops in Reporter's Mouth on DHADM