Thursday, October 04, 2007

Things I Learned in Minnesota, Part 2

My friend's sister, who lives near Minneapolis, was kind enough to pick us up from the airport on the day we arrived and drive us over to where the rest of our friends were meeting. We parked at the destination, got out of the car, and Amy and I stood at the corner of the intersection to wait for the traffic signal...

...while Sarah, halfway across the street, looked back at us like we were aliens.

"What are you guys waiting for?"

After exchanging a puzzled glance, Amy and I crossed with the just-turned light and caught up with her.

But it wasn't just Sarah. Turns out, ALL Minnesotans share this blatant disregard for pedestrian rules. The entire weekend in Minneapolis, we marveled as the tourists waited at the corner and the locals stepped right out into the street. Is it that the population isn't so dense that the traffic is prohibitive of illegal crossing? Amy's theory is that people are just too nice there, so drivers will courteously allow such strange behavior (a theory disproven when I, crossing legally, was nearly squashed by someone making an errant left turn).

Not that I have a photo to illustrate this further disproving of the politeness theory, but I must also note that everyone we encountered who worked in a customer service job was surly, slow, and seemed inconvenienced by our mere presence. The weather was beautiful all weekend; maybe Minnesotans suffer from some reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder that renders them unhappy in all but the coldest temperatures.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Things I Learned in Minnesota, Part 1

It's good for me to get out of Southern California every once in a while, to experience a different region, city, culture, maybe even a little weather. A recent trip to Minnesota proved both entertaining and educational.

For example, you are apparently allowed to carry a gun in Minnesota. But you are apparently not allowed to go anywhere with it.





Thursday, September 13, 2007

Reasons Not to Mess With Texas

I don't like this, not one bit. And it just gets worse as you keep reading....

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Your Nominations Welcome

Today's most excellent Yahoo! News headline:

"Scientists find parasitic star that feeds off nearby companions"

Narrow it down for those of us who live in L.A., guys! That could be almost anyone.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Tales From the Spam Folder

Spam subject lines I have loved (and the senders who sent them), categorized for your convenience:

VERY ENCOURAGING, THANKS
* (St. Maris) - I like you
* (Cordelia) - Why I Love You

SERIOUS DISCUSSIONS AHEAD
* (Conrad) - It’s ok. I can take it.
* (do you like me) - Nude modeling, business or art?
* (Summers Randolph) - He wasn’t sure about Sal.

POINTS FOR CREATIVE VARIATIONS ON TIRED SUBJECTS
* (Sales) - Your weenie will thank you ;)
* (Abdul K. Holman) - Big your piano, be a real man
* (daytime) - Classy drugs at very low prices!
* (Deana Cooper) - Make fab, not fat

SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION?
* (Britney’s bra) - Britney’s bra: Not for sale
* (David O) - discover the madness of Davido....

ONE I WAS ACTUALLY TEMPTED TO OPEN:
* (anarchist@ff.com) - announcement

FANTASTICALLY UNINTELLIGIBLE
* (Cameron) - Recreational hacksaw
* (Neda Whitten) - weedy armpit gegenschein
* (Luisa Clinton) - Bangui range range

BEST USE OF A SERIES
* (bias) - Hi sweety! Remember me? cupid
* (elastomer) - Hi sweety! Remember me? yogi
* (cluj) - YO Superman! Remember me? transvestite

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Cubicle Confidential: Uh-Oh

As overheard through the cubicle wall I share with the I.T. Guy....

(phone rings)

"This is [I.T. Guy]."

(momentary pause)

"... um ... the whole Internet?"

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Mustaches...for Kids...?

Heaven help me, I am simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by facial hair. Bring me strange, true tales of groups of men dedicated to the cultivation of their soul patches, mutton chops, handlebars...I am captivated. This is my proverbial train wreck. I cannot look away.

I don't even know how I find these things. They seem to leap into my path. Remember this post on the World Beard Championships? Today brings another gem: Mustaches for Kids.

Brings to mind a sort of Locks of Love-style image, no? Okay, not quite. But this is indeed a legitimate, charitable organization. It raises money for children. And it is indescribably compelling.

From their website:

At the end of the Growing Season, each Mustaches for Kids chapter hosts a Mustache Competition, which is a cross between a beauty pageant, dog show, and police line up. During the Competition, Growers, often in Mustache-enhancing costumes, are put through a test of mind, body, and Mustache and allow their facial hair to be evaluated by an independent panel of judges, and one Mustache is declared to be the "Sweetest."


They have chapters, bylaws ("No Hitler Mustaches are allowed"), and an absolutely stunning FAQ. Trust me, check out the site. If anything on Earth could ever persuade me to go against my principles and encourage people to grow mustaches....

Saturday, July 28, 2007

A Warrior Poet and a Call to Action

I'm away this weekend volunteering with Soldiers' Angels at the Marine Corps Family Conference.

All U.S. servicemen (and women) deserve our respect and gratitude for doing the unglamorous, often thankless, life altering work they do (that most of us, let's face it, would never step up to do ourselves)...but there is something particularly extraordinary about the Marine Corps.

Today, out in Iraq, there are currently 3,000 Marines in desperate need of your support, and Soldiers' Angels is looking for people to adopt them. If you have ever considered adopting a soldier, if you have been on the fence about it, now is the time to show that you know the meaning of sacrifice.

One card or letter per week costs just 41 cents. Flat-rate Global Priority Mail packages cost only $8.95 to ship, and if you are creative, not a lot of money to fill with necessary and morale-boosting items.

How much do you spend on lunches at work? Could you bring food from home once a week and put that money toward providing a few words of encouragement and a comforting touch of home to a Marine who is serving this country with the kind of passion and dedication exhibited in this video?

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Pet Peeve Du Jour

If I introduce myself as "Jenny," that is not an invitation for you to call me "Jennifer."

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Hey Sailor

I went out swing dancing last week at the club down the street, and one of the regulars there is a war vet named Saul. He is the rare person who will actually attempt intelligent conversation during a dance, so in between spins and swingouts, we were chatting about his service ("Navy. I was a flyer.") and about other places he goes to dance during the week.

He said, "I went down to Alpine Village on Monday night, and suddenly remembered why I stopped going there ten years ago. Too many old people!"

Did I mention when Saul served? He's an octogenarian WWII vet.

Monday, June 04, 2007

These Are the People in Your Neighborhood

Or maybe just in my neighborhood. I see this tree every morning when I walk the beastie. Around it, there is wrapped what appears to be a homemade swing, the bottom of which has been artfully and pragmatically rendered in Sharpie:

Friday, May 25, 2007

Memorial Day

Of course I hope you have a good holiday weekend. But I also hope that, in between the road trips and the barbecues and the beach volleyball, you would take some time to remember why we observe Memorial Day.

My thoughts at the moment are occupied by the most recent "high-profile casualty" in this war -- a young soldier from Torrance, California who was found just yesterday in the Euphrates River, after having been abducted and killed. Torrance is near where I live. I've never met him, but tonight his family is grieving a mere few miles from me, and it is all I can do to pray for their comfort and to honor his sacrifice.

Please do the same.

Please be mindful of what you are able to do this weekend and why you are able to do it.

Please read this Blackfive post, and while you're at it, this one, too. I promise, they are worth your time. There are men out there now, and men throughout history, who have deemed your freedom worth their time, even unto the end of their earthly time.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Monday, May 07, 2007

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Too Bad Her Name's Amy

Because "ChewBECCA" would have been a great title for this one.

When 30 Years Old You Reach, Look as Good, You Will Not

Forgive the "landscape" view in lieu of "portrait" -- this is a Blogger bug that has yet to be addressed. Just tilt your head & enjoy.

Anyway, this exhibit full of props, puppets, models and costumes came about as part of the hoopla surrounding the 30th anniversary of Star Wars (the REAL Star Wars, not The Wretched Abomination of Which We Shall No Longer Speak). As the person who once received and read all the incoming resumes and cover letters from potential model makers at New Deal Studios (the best VFX house in Southern California), I can attest to the influence this franchise has had on American culture, the art of film, and guys who were born in the 1970's.

That's a solemn dating credo around here, by the way: "No one born after Star Wars."

Friday, May 04, 2007

Fine, Okay? We're Nerds

One week ago, in a galaxy about 17 miles away, the roomie and I owned up to our collective inner geek and jumped in her freeway-speeder to see the "Star Wars: The Art and Science of Imagination" exhibit at the California Science Center.

We promptly owned up to our collective OUTER geek, as you will see in a series of photos I'll post over the next few days.

I'll begin with this one, though, which will hopefully keep things in perspective for you: WE WERE NOT WEARING COSTUMES. This guy was roaming from car to car as we were waiting in line to pay for parking.

Sure hope he worked for the museum.