How about when they ate your car?
Thanks Cheryl.
Category: Weird
I Just Don’t Get It
I’ve seen this site linked all over the frickin’ place, but I just don’t understand why everybody’s linking to it. I feel like it’s one of those puzzle games where you have to click on stuff to find your way out of the room, but I keep clicking and getting nowhere. Am I missing something (and yes, I know there’s a hidden Rickroll in there — not going to link on how to do that, as I’ve had about enough of that).
It’s Eerily Quiet
One of weirdest (and yet, relieving) days of the year when you work in a resort like Sunriver is the day after Labor Day. Typically, it marks the day after Summer, the day after the last major tourist season until ski season kicks in (which won’t be for a couple months). The day after everybody has gone home, and it’s just us locals again. I just went to the small grocery store here to get some caffeine, and the constant hum of noisy kids, loud-mouth tourists and elevator music was replaced with eery silence. During the Summer, this small but full service store would be packed to the gills, have all checkouts running with lines, and I walk in there today to find employees outnumbering customers. There was one checkstand open, no lines, coworkers just chatting with each other, glad they survived another Summer. Other employees were dismantling, cleaning, and repairing shelves that had been all but destroyed by the summer onslaught. The parking lots around the area are nearly empty, being filled mostly with locals, vendors and real estate agents.
It’s just quiet. And it’s kind of nice. Eery, but nice.
Some Call It Art
I call it crap. Dangerous crap.
Thanks Cheryl for the link.
“It’s a candle and an alibi all in one!”
That’s the pitch on the side of this candle:This is our favorite candle. After hundreds of hours of research and a lot of dollar bills we succeeded in capturing the legendary stripper scent. If you don’t know what a stripper smells like just imagine the perfume counter at your local department store times a thousand… then add some glitter. This is a perfect gift for your favorite bachelor, groomsmen, or retired stripper who misses her pole.
Link via Geekologie.
I’m All For Bettering The Treatment of Tibet…
…but I seriously doubt the way China has treated Tibet is what caused the earthquake, as Sharon Stone would have you believe:
Does Your Penis Have A Name?
Then go to Name Your Wang and get yourself a “Certificate of Authenticity of ownership of your wang name.”
Ronnie Van Zant Is Probably Rolling In His Grave
Lynyrd Skynyrd’s hit “Sweet Home Alabama” done by a group of Finns and Russkies:
More background here.
Thanks Cheryl for the link.
Just In Case You Hadn’t Heard…
…a woman was stuck to the toilet seat for two years.
Yes, I read this a few days ago (thanks to the dozens of folks who sent it my way), and yes I’m a bit slow in posting it (like there was anyplace you couldn’t find the news). Real life has interfered with blogging the last few days. That, and I watched the Ducks throw away their tournament hopes, so that took a bit of time, so my guess is I won’t see them in my bracket (remember that Selection Sunday is coming up).