Showing posts with label Wee Questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wee Questions. Show all posts
17 September 2008
21 April 2008
13 December 2007
Car Horns
What do Chinese sweatshop laborers think while they're molding these novelty antlers for American cars?
Seriously. Someone paid money for car antlers.
29 November 2007
Sorry, Folks
Caucuses, primaries - forget about 'em. It's up to me to decide the 2008 election.
Yoda your grammar teacher is?
Yoda your grammar teacher is?
19 November 2007
What Do These Pictures Have in Common?
(Other than that I took them and they have appeared on this blog)...
Today I found all of them, and others, have been taken from my Flickr pages and posted on other web sites. They are properly attributed to "Kimmijo" and linked back to my original photos, but finding them still kinda freaked me out a little.
I've been freaked out by a lot of things lately, and the five-week wait to get into to see a new doctor isn't helping my anxiety.
The selection of photos that were borrowed strikes me as odd. They're not the best photos on my Flickr account - prettier flowers, better compositions, and sexier legs have yet to be swiped for someone else's page. Clearly people like food pix though and "No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog" might be wrong.
Today I found all of them, and others, have been taken from my Flickr pages and posted on other web sites. They are properly attributed to "Kimmijo" and linked back to my original photos, but finding them still kinda freaked me out a little.
I've been freaked out by a lot of things lately, and the five-week wait to get into to see a new doctor isn't helping my anxiety.
The selection of photos that were borrowed strikes me as odd. They're not the best photos on my Flickr account - prettier flowers, better compositions, and sexier legs have yet to be swiped for someone else's page. Clearly people like food pix though and "No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog" might be wrong.
25 October 2007
Grocery Store Paradox
Why is it that when you ask for paper, you get everything stuffed into one bag (which then splits); but when you ask for plastic, you get one item each in thirty bags?
20 August 2007
11 August 2007
Bad Environmentalist. Bad.
In addition to sugar-baby mini watermelons, my list of Acceptable Fruit has expanded to include the minneola tangelo, also known as a "honeybell." Super sweet and almost all juice, I like them approximately 300% more than oranges. But their availability is limited, with a season that seems to correspond with that of the crates of clementines my dad likes to get at Christmas.
On my way into Arbor Farms Market, a local purveyor of organic groceries, I saw a huge pyramid of minneolas glowing on a table outside next to the corn and tomatoes. "How do they have minneolas?" I thought. They were expensive, over a dollar a piece, but I got two.
It wasn't until I got home that I saw the label, which explains how Arbor Farms has minneolas:
The four-digit code also indicates that this fruit isn't organic. Organic would kind of be a moot point after flying it 9441 miles*, wouldn't it?
I feel badly that a ton of jet fuel was burned to bring me a tangelo in Michigan in August. Yet, it never before occurred to me to feel badly about the fuel burned to bring me a bottle of Australian shiraz.
Why? Why not?
I'll need to have another glass and get back to you on that.
* From Indo.com: Distance between Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States and Sydney, Australia, as the crow flies: 9441 miles (15193 km) (8204 nautical miles)
Initial heading from Ann Arbor to Sydney:
west (262.4 degrees)
Initial heading from Sydney to Ann Arbor:
east-northeast (62.2 degrees)
On my way into Arbor Farms Market, a local purveyor of organic groceries, I saw a huge pyramid of minneolas glowing on a table outside next to the corn and tomatoes. "How do they have minneolas?" I thought. They were expensive, over a dollar a piece, but I got two.
It wasn't until I got home that I saw the label, which explains how Arbor Farms has minneolas:
The four-digit code also indicates that this fruit isn't organic. Organic would kind of be a moot point after flying it 9441 miles*, wouldn't it?
I feel badly that a ton of jet fuel was burned to bring me a tangelo in Michigan in August. Yet, it never before occurred to me to feel badly about the fuel burned to bring me a bottle of Australian shiraz.
Why? Why not?
I'll need to have another glass and get back to you on that.
* From Indo.com: Distance between Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States and Sydney, Australia, as the crow flies: 9441 miles (15193 km) (8204 nautical miles)
Initial heading from Ann Arbor to Sydney:
west (262.4 degrees)
Initial heading from Sydney to Ann Arbor:
east-northeast (62.2 degrees)
11 June 2007
06 February 2007
03 August 2006
29 January 2006
Warning of the Week
They look like cucumber slices.
They smell like cucumber slices.
Do they taste like cucumber slices?
They smell like cucumber slices.
Do they taste like cucumber slices?
11 December 2005
Who Writes These?
Actual headline in today's Ann Arbor News: "Impotence drugs don't reach predicted heights."
Hrm...
Hrm...
15 November 2005
30 September 2005
16 September 2005
When Will We See Survivor: Reykjavik?
Someone asked me today if I watch “Survivor.” I hardly watch TV at all, and especially disparage reality shows, so the answer was, no, I don’t watch “Survivor.”
The show might be more interesting if the contest were occasionally held somewhere other than a tropical island. (Yes, I know Guatemala isn’t an island, but go along with me here.) Tropical islands can be pretty cushy environmental niches: lots of food, few predators, don’t need clothes. Perfect habitat for Homo sapiens.
Which is why I’m always so amazed by people like the Inuit, who live in a harsh climate far, far from the warm savanna where humans evolved. Maybe “Survivor” would appeal more to me if the contestants had to figure out how to keep from freezing to death, had to sew their own sealskins, or had to contend with other top-of-the-food-chain species. Say, polar bears. Or better yet, Siberian tigers.
(As an aside, some folks are startled when they find out I grew up in a place where black bears routinely amble alongside the roads. One who wasn’t was Dmitry, a PhD candidate I dated while at Ohio State. He grew up near Vladivostok, and while on family picnics would occasionally see tigers in the woods.)
Heck, cold-weather “Survivor” probably wouldn’t even need to be that extreme. Just take a couple o’ Sun Belt boys (and gals) and drop them in Marquette for the winter.
The show might be more interesting if the contest were occasionally held somewhere other than a tropical island. (Yes, I know Guatemala isn’t an island, but go along with me here.) Tropical islands can be pretty cushy environmental niches: lots of food, few predators, don’t need clothes. Perfect habitat for Homo sapiens.
Which is why I’m always so amazed by people like the Inuit, who live in a harsh climate far, far from the warm savanna where humans evolved. Maybe “Survivor” would appeal more to me if the contestants had to figure out how to keep from freezing to death, had to sew their own sealskins, or had to contend with other top-of-the-food-chain species. Say, polar bears. Or better yet, Siberian tigers.
(As an aside, some folks are startled when they find out I grew up in a place where black bears routinely amble alongside the roads. One who wasn’t was Dmitry, a PhD candidate I dated while at Ohio State. He grew up near Vladivostok, and while on family picnics would occasionally see tigers in the woods.)
Heck, cold-weather “Survivor” probably wouldn’t even need to be that extreme. Just take a couple o’ Sun Belt boys (and gals) and drop them in Marquette for the winter.
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