"Times are not good here. The city is crumbling into ashes. It has been buried under a lava flood of taxes and frauds and maladministrations so that it has become only a study for archaeologists. Its condition is so bad that when I write about it, as I intend to do soon, nobody will believe I am telling the truth. But it is better to live here in sackcloth and ashes, than to own the whole state of Ohio." -Lafcadio Hearn (1870s)
My brother forwarded to me an e-mail he received from someone today. It was my laugh of the day and I thought it was just too good not to share. ___
Here is a cake that Donnie Guidroz' wife ordered from Walmart in Gonzales. She called in the order for the cake and told the girl she wanted the cake to say "Good Luck Suzanne" and underneath that "We will miss you" and this is how it came out.
I'm sure this is making rounds on the Internets, (especially around here), giving credibility to the Gonzales, LA web site's claim that the city the center for much of what makes south Louisiana truly unique and wonderful.
(I still can't believe Greg Peters didn't beat me to this one!)
If you're a Seinfeld fan, you know what I'm talking about.
Disappointing birthdays seem to abound this season for different reasons. An important someone seemed to have forgotten Rachel's for the second year in a row and I spent part of mine in the ER after a stupid accident (details here). It's been a while since I've done anything really fun, with the exception of the Saturday night when Dangerblond, Rachel and I formed the Big Easy Bowler-Girls. (We let Renard be an honorary Bowler Girl that night, too.)
Anyway, we know what all work and no play does to a person, especially anyone living in our little dystopia. So I declared this weekend my mini version of the Summer of George. (I've already got the mid-morning nap thing down.) No work, just fun and indulgence. So yesterday, my only chore was to vote and the rest of the day was for letting that eternal kid inside me play with my other little girl, the one who says we don't do enough fun things together like we used to once-upon-a-different-life when we lived in our own house.
And play we did. I bought us both birthday presents: roller skates and Heelys. (If you don't know what Heelys are, you'll see in the video. I couldn't find any links that I thought would stand the test of time.)
I had to have Heelys after seeing Ray's son Liam gliding around in them. I have absolutely no regrets about this purchase. After skating on the levee, Rachel and I tried the Heeleys out in the safety of my mom's den with pillows strapped to our butts, just in case. At first I couldn't glide around on them without making a goofy face and putting both arms up over my head like I was a flying superman. (I didn't even realize I was doing this until my mother started cracking up every time I went by.)
Thanks to this neat little iSightwebcam built into the MacBook Pro, I captured video of our first round on the Heelys. We were supposed to be dancing, but it looks like I was the only one who remembered this. These videos will probably be very boring to anyone but Rachel and me, but maybe one day we'll be glad they're here for posterity.
The first video was taken once I kinda got the hang of it. Rachel played her choice of music.
The following video was taken after I lost my groove and had to resort to my superman approach again. (I actually put a cape on after this, just to amuse myself.) By the way, it was my choice of music this time and I'm being deliberately goofy, in case that's not obvious. I can't wait to get those things on my feet again.
I just had a premonition of someone saying to his/her self, "this girl, who accidentally rammed her head into a tree stump, went and bought herself some Heelys? " The mini Summer of George isn't over yet and I guess if I'm not careful with these things, it could still end up like his did. But I'm betting against that outcome.
As election day nears, you've probably figured out that placing your phone number(s) on the FTC's National "Do Not Call" Registry hasn't spared you of the scourge of political robo-calls (those annoying pre-recorded calls from political campaigns), the new bane of election season. No phone -- work, home, cell-- is safe from the relentless calls and because you can't ask a robo-caller to remove your name from the list, there seems to be no recourse. (I can just hear the evil laughter bellowing from campaign offices nationwide.)
Like manyothers, these calls are a huge annoyance for me, especially since I usually get my three hours of sleep between 4:30 AM and 7:30 AM and try to top it off with a short nap in the late morning, just when the calls begin. Mom's house has one of those old telephone ringer boxes mounted right outside my room, below one of those quaint, old-time hallway phone shelves. You can't turn the thing off. It takes a half-hour for the jolting adrenaline surge to subside once a call wakes me up. But these calls are no less irksome when I'm wide awake.
Political solicitation calls are marketing calls, plain and simple, and I don't want them any more than I want Dish Network's calls. Of course, why would lawmakers do anything but make sure that campaign calls are excluded from the regulations? Maybe if they understood that these calls do not necessarily endear people to them, they'd rethink the strategy. In a race where the average voter doesn't really know much about the candidates and doesn't really care, the annoying calls may only highlight who not to vote for.
Oregan State Senator Rick Metsger gets it:
Maybe I'd be okay with campaign calls if the pols were willing to play by the same rules and publish their home and cell phone numbers so we all could call them when we wanted something, too.
I haven't really looked into this thing, but here's a news clip:
By the way, if you seem to be getting multiple calls from one candidate, you may want to listen a little more closely, because the Dirty Tricksters have found a way to exploit the annoyance factor by using it against an opponent, as Keith Olbermann pointed out last year:
Well, at least we'll have a temporary reprieve soon.