Fun Facts

I was listening to BBC radio the other day and there was a story on about unidentified flying objects.  It turns out that the BBC calls them UFOs.  But as a word not an acronym.  It’s pronounced oofohs.   

Crazy.

 

There’s a dice with a 64 on it?!?

I enjoy playing Backgammon, and it’s something I do relatively often.  But whenever I see other people playing the game - like in the park today – I realize that I have no idea how to actually play Backgammon.

 

Oooooo OOOooO OOooOOOo

I’ve been thinking a little bit about “ghost hunter” reality TV shows, and I’m simply amazed.  I’m not talking about just one show, because there are tons of them – there was the show about staying in haunted prisons, the one about horrific historical sites, and a slew of plain old “a house where somebody died”. I even saw one on Discovery Kids where they make kids stay in scary houses, which seems mean.  I certainly wouldn’t want to be the parent of one of those kids who the Discovery Chanel gave nightmares to for the rest of their life.

The premise of the show seems to go a little something like this:

1. Tell a gruesome and/or sad story.
2. Have 3 – 4 people sleep over in the haunted space.
3. Have some interns close doors and place baby dolls in the house to make the people mentioned in step 2 shit themselves.
4. Film all of it.

It’s brilliant!  

If you’re looking for a distraction this holiday weekend, check out the gear guide video for Ghost Hunters, then, spend $6 ,000 – 50,000 and go hunt some ghosts!  

 

Remember: No Sass

One day the directors of all the airports in the world (DOATAITW ) sat down at a their annual conference.  At this conference they decided that shoes and jackets had to go.  Off with your clothes they decreed!  And then, it was so.  It was the biggest DOATAITW decision since the Bottle of Soda for $5 decree of 1997 or the historic Babies Love Planes, Right? law of 2002. 

But back to the present day: Yesterday I was asked to remove my “sweatshirt” to go through airport security.  The sweatshirt in question is actually a very fitted piece of clothing — you could tell even the strangers around me were kind of confused.  I wanted to shout out “just look at me.  What could possibly fit under here other than a moderately-sized-female?”  But you can’t do that kind of thing at airports ever since sassiness was labeled code blue on the terror scale alert readinessgram.  (Blue might sound safe, but it’s actually really bad!)

So now during my weekend vacation all I can think about is passing back through airport security.  The last time I was wearing another shirt underneath.  But this time won’t they be in for a treat when I wind up having to walk through naked after taking off my sweatshirt.  The joke will really be on them!  (I think?)

3 more days until the public nakedness…

 

I can only hope you find this as mind-blowing as I do

I had an entirely different post in mind today, but after logging on there is something important I must address.  You can find it in the image below.  Go ahead and take a minute…

Yes, that’s correct.  Someone reached my blog by searching for the word “sex” on the internet.  Not only must he / she have been disappointed, but this is the internet!  How many pages of google results would you have to search through before finding this site — which (I’m proud to say) is the least sexy thing on the internet.  15?  47?  100?  How many sex search results can 1 person handle?!?

 

Bears and donkeys all week

Speaking of Winnie the Pooh, what the &$#* is wrong with Eeyore?!?  And how are lines like this included in a children’s book?

• Thank you, Pooh,” answered Eeyore. “You’re a real friend,” said he. “Not Like Some,” he said.
• “Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning, which I doubt,” said he.
• One can’t complain. I have my friends. Someone spoke to me only yesterday.

Finally, how is no one getting him some serious help?

 

Top Obama Merchandise

I recently decided that I might break down and buy an Obama t-shirt.  While culling through the realm of presidential merchandise out there, I came across my very favorite.  No, it’s not the condoms or the homemade earrings.  It’s not the legwarmers, underwear, or grillz. 

All these things may be ridiculous, but my favorite piece of Obama merchandise, is the Obama Soap:

 

Finally, an HONEST bar of soap!

I just can’t think of any reason to do that to a bar of soap.

 

The Oscars!

I’m too busy fighting for the $14 in my Oscar party pool for a true post, so I leave you with a question-for-thought for tonight:

Guidance counselor from South Park?  Or Danny Boyle?  You decide.

 

You call that highly evolved?

Two fun facts about science!  I am amazed I wasn’t taught these in school….

1. One of Darwin’s most famous studies in Galapagos was to grab iguanas every which way and hurl them out to sea.  Surprise!  It turns out they swim right back.  My favorite part of this story is that now, on islands with lots of iguanas, they have to specifically ask you not to throw them in the ocean.  I’ve seen quotes all over island websites saying “Please, don’t throw our iguanas”

This little guy is pissed off!

  

   2. We all know, of course, about the D-man’s tortoise studies.  But, they didn’t teach us in school that he also rode them for fun.  They caught him doing so and cast the whole thing in iron, as seen below:

One fact in that sentence is true - I promise

 

Remember Y2K?

I can’t help but wonder how the heck that happened.  The computer was invented 1945.  Did they really think the it wouldn’t stick around for 55 years?

Boy were they wrong.

Remember when this didn’t happen?