Thursday, September 27, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
How bad was it?
Twice during one inning, Astros third base coach Doug Mansolino held Astro players at third base rather than let them score certain runs.
The Cardinals still lost 18-1.
The Cardinals still lost 18-1.
Rooty the Dog is Trilingual
He speaks Dog: "Arf"
He understand English: "Dinner"
And, he understand German:"Sitzen Sie hin" (sit down)
He understand English: "Dinner"
And, he understand German:"Sitzen Sie hin" (sit down)
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Here's a scary thought
My shampoo and soap leave a soap-scum on the shower walls after I shower -- does that me I have the same soap-scum on me after I shower?
Monday, September 17, 2007
Something to do at work on Monday morning...
Movie Blunders
Note: It's a slideshow, but the photos usually do not contain the blunder being described.
Note: It's a slideshow, but the photos usually do not contain the blunder being described.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Olden Days
The town that I grew up in was very isolated -- the bus to St. Louis was one foot wider that the lane it traveled on the highway to reach to US 66. Because it was so isolated, I can usually out old people thirty or more years older than myself.
There were still hitching posts along main street when I was in high school.
My grandparents (mother's side) had a phone on the wall, one of those big wooden things that you turned a crank on to get the operator.
My grandparents (father's side) did not have a phone. They did at one time but the lines fell down and the company went out of business. Still today, on their farm, you have to go up a hill to a field where the electric meter is on a pole. You put the reading on a postcard and mail it to the power co-op.
My grandmother (father's side) always rode in the backseat even when just my grandfather was in the car. It was a throw-back to the days when women rode only in the backseats of buggies.
Our family doctor's phone number was 3. City hall was 1. I don't remember who was 2. The phone company was Ozark Central.
The factories and the city sounded noon whistles, I never knew why.
On Good Friday, no one talked between noon and 3:00 PM.
Obituaries were read on the local radio station three times a day ("Chapel of Memories").
Parking at a meter cost 1-cent. The fine was 10-cents.
There were still hitching posts along main street when I was in high school.
My grandparents (mother's side) had a phone on the wall, one of those big wooden things that you turned a crank on to get the operator.
My grandparents (father's side) did not have a phone. They did at one time but the lines fell down and the company went out of business. Still today, on their farm, you have to go up a hill to a field where the electric meter is on a pole. You put the reading on a postcard and mail it to the power co-op.
My grandmother (father's side) always rode in the backseat even when just my grandfather was in the car. It was a throw-back to the days when women rode only in the backseats of buggies.
Our family doctor's phone number was 3. City hall was 1. I don't remember who was 2. The phone company was Ozark Central.
The factories and the city sounded noon whistles, I never knew why.
On Good Friday, no one talked between noon and 3:00 PM.
Obituaries were read on the local radio station three times a day ("Chapel of Memories").
Parking at a meter cost 1-cent. The fine was 10-cents.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The speakers are waterproof (No joke).
The iCarta iPod Toilet Paper Holder from www.old-fashioned-values.com, only $99.95.
Not geek enough for you, how about a bulletproof iPod case (below). See the full article about the $1 billion iPod accessory market at Business Week.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Probably not my best idea
My new car has a little camera that shows where you are going when you are backing up. When you go forward, it goes out. I wish it would stay on all the time, I'd like to keep track of where I've been.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Dog Day Afternoon Nap
The picture above is Rooty sleeping amongst his pillows in his living room bed. That's his left leg sticking straight up (I know, it's never looked comfortable to me either).
I said his name and he turned over to look at me, but he didn't quite wake up, and didn't quite open his eyes. He's taking holiday weekend very literally!
I said his name and he turned over to look at me, but he didn't quite wake up, and didn't quite open his eyes. He's taking holiday weekend very literally!
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