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SPAM-arama.
Having lived in Iowa and traveled to Mini Soda a few times, I have had the pleasure of passing by the large billboard for the Spam museum. In fact, it is a giant Spam container with the lid pulled back about halfway. Not being a big Spam fan I found this to be both humorous and frightening. As for the internet spam, before the internet it was door-to-door salesman. It's not going away no matter the stage.— October 26, 2009 1:05 p.m.
SDGQ
Fish, I'm pretty sure it's the typical red-green. A few years ago I had my eyes checked (which, by the way, are not the greatest) and from what I remember, it was red-green. AG, I'm assuming KISS is Keep It Safe and Simple?— October 26, 2009 12:51 a.m.
SDGQ
AG, correct and good enough. And SD, I don't think a blog for colorblind people looking for tips to dress themselves would make much difference. I mean, it's nice and all but some colors just don't look the way they should, apparently. And I don't think any tip will change that. Besides, it would be a one-and-done blog. "Ok, having trouble matching? Me too. Here are three tips to never forget. First, screw matching colors. It's just not gonna happen. Second, pick a pattern, any pattern you like. It doesn't matter. Third, always, and I mean always, wear denim or khaki. You won't go wrong. You CAN'T go wrong. Well, thanks for reading my blog. The only blog because now there's nothing to talk about, no hip trends we'd care about, what's in this season, who'd look fat in what jeans. None of that matters because without being able to match colors, it's all a moot point. The one I feel sorry for is someone who is both colorblind AND left-handed. Oh wait, that's me. Dammit!"— October 25, 2009 11:45 p.m.
SDGQ
First of all, AG, I have lived in SoCal for about a year and a half now and have heard several new terms since living here. You term "big ole weiner navel" is one I have never heard before but really like. The others are "scepter head" and "grumpy pushing." Pike, great article. I wonder how many people out there need work done on their house AND are having an animal population issue on their land. I mean, those just seem like to very random situations to be in. Then again, I am not a land or home owner so maybe it's a lot more common than I think. I'm not sure what category I fall in. Sure, I don't live in Normal Heights but I do live in another artsy-fartsy part of town. While I want to be the locally brewed java espresso latte whatever-it-is-in-the-cup drinker and take yoga classes, I just don't know if it's me. However, I do believe I belong in this neighborhood. Even if I don't "look" like them, I feel like I am one of them. As for how I dress, I'm colorblind. It has always been jeans with whatever... because denim goes with any color. When it comes to dressing up, if I don't have a girlfriend I'm pretty much guessing and crossing my fingers that my clothes match and I'm not making a fool of myself. Yet another reason why being single really f-ing sucks for me. Oh, and I'm in full agreement about the boxers. If it's not in a package and wrapped all nice, sorry, not gonna do it. I even have trouble with those ones in the store that are just clipped to the plastic hanger. You never know how many people said, "Let me try these on, just to see if they fit." That's right, I've seen the voyeur videos. What you don't see is if the people actually bought them or just put them back on the rack. *shiver*— October 25, 2009 11:12 a.m.
Wicked Costly
Is it me or did Lacan's picture on his Wiki page look like a Chuck Schwab commercial? See, I would just take out the seats and live in this. I'm sure Stella would be none too pleased but cats are adaptable. (Stella's Note: Try it, Two Legs. I'll show you adaptable.) But I always wanted to live in a car big enough to sleep comfortably in and even be able to take my house for a joy ride, if desired. However, I always thought that driving a mail truck as a personal vehicle would be kick ass. I mean, don't get me wrong, I dig the party bus but there's something about the mail truck that just seems like a good thing to drive. Maybe it's because I'm a small person with poor eyesight and driving big vehicles is always a stress for me. Eh, whatever. A hearse? You'd have to paint it lime green and change your name to Claire Fisher but I think it could work.— October 23, 2009 3:53 p.m.
FFP channels BTO, urges you to TCOB
Whoa. I... uh... I mean, I don't... hm.— October 23, 2009 12:10 a.m.
FFP channels BTO, urges you to TCOB
Bouncey-Bouncey King, or B.B. King if you will (and yes, he plays a mean blues guitar... and has diabetes), heard word of the Emperor's plans but was far from concerned. "Zee midway eez exactly what eet eez... a midway. Not zee beginning, not zee end, just somewhere in zee middle." B.B. King was also from Germany. "Nothing happens in zee middle. It all happens on zee ends." So B.B. King shrugged off the Emperor's threats as empty and went along with his day full of inflating things. In King Midas fashion, whatever B.B. King touched turned to funhouses made of air. The benches became airy and bouncy, and so did the trees and the rides, including the ferris wheel. His wife... full of hot air. After a few days the Emperor's threats were completely gone from B.B. King's mind. Unfortunately for B.B. King, the Emperor was gathering his Army of Average Things with plans of deflating B.B. King and his Airhead minions once and for all. --- Next!!— October 22, 2009 5:02 p.m.
South Park Cat Tales: The Red Rover (#3)
Re: #8 While Two Legs is in his own litterbox under the water spout taking his own bath, I will reply to this. I searched the World Wide Web and found this Maslow and his theory on basic needs. Unfortunately, while it seems accurate for an uprighter, it is not accurate for felines. You see, we don't meow to ourselves, "Well, if I don't have that, at least I have this." Our lives are built around spontaneity. Yes, we do have basic needs which I outlined above. We just like to make sure our habits aren't changed. Everything else in between is a treat on a bed of catnip. Oh, and did it ever occur to you that maybe this Maslow plagiarized my works which, by the way, no publication company will put in print because they require a signature and a paw print isn't enough? First plagiarized, then held down by the hu-Man. Re: #9 I pulled Two Legs aside and sternly informed him I have a reputation to uphold. I asked him where other pictures are. He showed me. I chose a new picture. Silly uprighter.— October 22, 2009 12:22 a.m.
South Park Cat Tales: The Red Rover (#3)
Re: CFish's question for Stella. Stella's reply (after I had to explain what an avatar was): My butt really does look- sigh. Humans... can't live with 'em, but I have no thumbs. My butt really isn't that big. Just a horrible angle. No worries, though. I'll rectify this. My reply: Thanks, CF.— October 21, 2009 11:14 p.m.
South Park Cat Tales: The Red Rover (#3)
Hey. Leave my nips outta this. They didn't choose to be there.— October 21, 2009 11:08 p.m.