Old as the hills, but still as fun: I used Altavista’s translator to put a caption over JaySF’s Flickr account. I pumped in: “I would like Sushi. Oh that is original” and it translated English to Japanese to get this:
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Running it back through the translator from Japanese to English gave me this:
I receive a certain sushi. Ohio state which is the cause.
Yeah it’s a slow Thursday.
Just wondering on this the first day of Hanukkah:
If Halal and Kosher meat are blessed food, meaning they’ve had contact with whatever religion considers their All Mighty, then say it goes off, do the purveyors of said meat have to give it a special burial? Or atone for it’s sin of becoming vile? Or sell it at a discount?
Just wondering…
That was pretty much my weekend, but not in that order.
Friday, we celebrated the birthday of Photog #1 (although with Photog #2’s purchase of his Canon D40, I think I may need to switch these numbers around) with copious amounts of Chinese food and Wii. It’s amazing to see someone who has barely ever played video games try to master minigames on Super Mario Party. Lots of waving and screaming. I was reminded of the time we put a Walkman on my 82 year old grandfather back in the early 80s. He started to hoot and sing along completely unaware he was making a ruckus.
Saturday was the funeral for John, one of the owners of The Point campground. I’m tired of going to funerals. Three in one year should be a maximum limit. Any more than that you should be eligible for a emotional tax write off from the government. At one point during the ceremony my mind wandered and started to wonder about the position they place you in when you get stuffed. I want to be in an action pose, vertical, probably playing a video game. Just like an animal, perched on a log. Then the casket rolled into the chapel and the fun thoughts stopped. I really didnt want to go to the gravesite but it seemed everyone else did (there was a procession of 30 some cars, which, to my surprise, was making traffic stop on BOTH sides of the road). The reception was good. I was texting Normlr that his favorite camper, Mr Jiggles was cruising my husband. How tacky (for both of us!).
I tried my first ever live, online game on Saturday night. I went online with Beautiful Katamari and promptly got my ass pwned by some kid from Japan. Nice. After the game he kept on making his Avatar bow before me. I was vaguely creeped out and managed to make a heart icon appear over my head. It was a bizarre international moment that I will have a hard time forgetting.
Sunday was busy. We got some of my stuff out of storage and unpacked it into the kitchen while SharkBoy wrapped our gifts to the family. We’re 95% done our Xmas shopping! Ha! Meanwhile I was so happy to see some of my kitchen utensils after nearly two years in storage (My lime press! My salad spinner! My 1950s Science Fair melamine tray!) that I wept tears of joy as I unpacked and cleaned all my (our!) Good Grips. The harsh reality is that we now own 4 can openers, a million wooden spoons and only one good potato masher. Then I dragged my old duvet over to the laundromat and stuffed it into the industrial sized dryer. When the water hit it, the cover turned a delightful light brown. Huh? Ew? Came out clean anyway.
Good morning chicklettes! Enjoying the weather in balmy TdotOh?
I’m sitting in my dentist’s office waiting for my hygienist (teef klenir) to get in.
I dreamt last night that everyone had super powers. SharkBoy could walk on walls but only ones that were 90deg from the surface he was currently on. I could make things catch fire, but I couldn’t make fireballs or fly, just burn things. In one part of the dream I was in a HomeSense store trying to set fire to the water in a cheap garden fountain while SharkBoy was walking around the sides of shelving units testing his power. Then some guy who looked a lot like some 80s star I don’t recall came out of the back room in a fashion leather jacket and insisted we leave.
Wha?
On my iPhone:
Crazy Rulers of the World – The Men Who Stare at Goats: a three part documentary aired on Channel 4 in England about the infiltration and misconstruction of new-age beliefs into the US military and beyond. The first episode is baffling funny – we search for the man who can stop goat hearts just by thinking about them and wind up with a video tape that isn’t quite the same caliber. The second uncomfortably funny – going further into the conspiracies, we find that the “Earth Battalion” methods of combat are being used with horrific results. The third makes you feel guilty for laughing. Conspiracy theorists will use this as porn. The narrator is Welsh (I think) and has a rather distracting accent, but creates a compelling argument that there actually ARE crazy people who wield power today.
BoingBoingTV: They’re not using Xeni Jardin so much as presenter these days, which is a shame, because Mark F. makes me think of a creepy science teacher who’s just asked you to stay after class to clean erasers. The content of this podcast is 90% weird and wonderful (The plushies episode still makes me want to wash my eyes).
CuteWithChris.com: He’s becoming unapologetic to dissatisfied parents who poo poo his show as being dirty, taunting them into admitting that “what they had to do to become parents is dirty”. Fave character on any show to date: Pervy the Horse. Predominantly a teen viewership, but he did have a nice shout out to hairy bears who watch his shows a couple episodes back.
On my PVR:
Sarah Silverman. Doody. Rob Schrab directs and produces (creator of Scud the Disposable Assassin and Robot Bastard). ‘Nuff said.
The usual array of reality TV that I can’t seem to shake like an addiction to bed time chips: Amazing Race (Go Goths!), Survivor (ho hum), Dancing With the Stars (anyone notice that they’ve started to use a “camera shake” effect every time they show Marie Osmond hitting the floor in her infamous live faint?), Miami/LA Ink (not so much these days, it’s becoming as set up as The Hills, which I DO NOT WATCH), and of course, Miss Tyra Banks and her lovely gaggle of goosey Glamour goddesses, America’s Next Top Model.
Heroes: After a slow start, last night’s episode was like a defibulator to the series. Wham! Thank god Hiro is out of feudal Japan. That was getting a bit drawn out.
Movies:
Very dry this year, you may have noticed. Shelly is pouting. We did see Superbad (laughed), American Gangster (liked it), and uh…others. But nothing has compelled me to write about them. We’re going to see No Country For Old Men this weekend, by order of SharkBoy. I expect it will be good.
This year I volunteered to set up Casey House’s Art With Heart site and got free tix. I’m no art buyer and felt kind of wallflowery. It was great to see all the art I had set up for their site, and the CARLU is an amazing facility.
I got Floor Freddie!
Yes. I am desperate for a peddi.
I’ve been hemming and hawing about getting a new computer and I just saw the trailers for The Orange Box. Specifically Half Life 2, Episode 2 and Team Fortress 2. I am so going to play “THE HEAVY” because he’s dumb sexy.
