The Devil Wears Chocolate Chips

While we were waiting to watch X-Men III this last weekend (Pordcast forthcoming) we saw a trailer for “The Devil Wears Prada” [I don’t care if that is spelled wrong].  Except that the sound wasn’t working.  So we made up our own dialog and said it loudly.  I’m sure other patrons were slightly less impressed, but I wasn’t about to just let this Mystery Science Theater 3000 opportunity pass me by.

Chocorate Chip Cookies

Then, when we got home from the movie chocolate chip cookies had been baked.  Doh!  Now I must sacrifice my own body weight and eat them so that Jessica can maintain her diet!  Yummy.

MI3 -> Bathroom -> Wrong Impression

So, as part of tonight’s Mission Impossible 3 viewing I took a trip to the restroom that was about as far away from the theater that I was watching the movie in and above the urinal they had an advertisement.  That advertisement, shown below, looked like a very angry chiropractor was going to blow the patient away with his semi-automatic spine column.  “I’ll fill you so full of vertebrae that you’ll be begging for me to adjust your thoracic region!”

All your adjustments are belong to us

Go ahead, imagine a full clip of phalanges and a femur for a handle and it could be something that would pass airport security 😉

Scooper Foo Foo

This evening we were driving around Aurora whilst we discovered what joy waisting petrol would bring.  As we passed a King Sooper’s grocery store my mother-in-law blurted out something that just cracked us up.  “Look, another scooper foo foo.”  She has for some reason really blown the snot out of the King Sooper name since she’s moved here.  It has been Kind’s Castle and many other variations on the wrong name.

However, another thing we saw today was a “Super Foo-Foo” driver in a Sport Useless Vehicle get out of her vehicle (after I had to slam on the breaks) to recover a plastic swimming pool that had fallen off the top of her car.  Instead of re-attaching the plastic kiddy pool she placed it on top of her vehicle and slowly turned around the corner that she was at to get off of the main road.  They kicker?  She had never attached the plastic pool to her vehicle in the first place: there were no ropes or bungie chords – just gravity.

Happy Fifth of May

We used to get excited about Cinco de Mayo as kids because at school it meant that we could talk about the liberation of the Mexican people from Tyra Banks. Wait, no, the tyranny of the Spanish government. Not, really. The fifth of May was like any other day in May to us. As kids we didn’t care about what color our classmates’ skin was, we didn’t care about their immigration status it was much more important to have good playground game skills. I had a classmate named Jorge who disappeared one day. He just stopped coming to school. We didn’t know why. Some of us speculated that he’d moved. Some speculated aliens, and others just shrugged and moved on. Now, given all of the political hoopla about immigration, I wonder if his family was deported. I lived in California, and they have a lot of illegal immigrants.

But [not] seriously I actually look backwards to the fifth of May, mostly because any previous fifth of May I was younger than I am now, and I’m reaching thirty in a year and a half and getting into another decade of my life scares the crap out of me. Well, not literally or I’d be going through office chairs like kleenex on any episode of Mauri Povich wherein the girl finds out that it was the fifth guy she slept with who is the father of her child. It’s such a relief to find out which guy is the father. Speaking of which, being the father to my daughters becomes increasingly rough because they’re cute, but they’re rapidly torpedo-ing into girls and not babies, and from girlhood they will escalate into teenagers, and from there they might get married, make me a grandpa and then I will be officially older compared to a year and a half from thirty.

I have to stop now lest I start crying and my tears cause my wireless keyboard to electrocute me. Which wouln’t be all bad, if I died from keyboard electrocution Jess could probably sue Microsoft and be rich for decades.

Teleconference Snark Shark

I am listening in on a teleconference and watching a Powder Point [SIC] presentation.

As I hear dumb things from the sales person I’m going to share them, but instead of being negative, I’m going to try to turn things into a positive twist.

Salesman: “Looks how easy it is to submit issues.”

When I tell Jessica to submit, it causes issues. However, I like how software can be made to submit.
I just saw a PowerPoint slide with a fake person named Joe.  Joe needs to shave, but beyond that I’m sure that his underlings are happy to be working for a guy ten years their junior.  Happiness is a core point in all of the power point pictures.  Happy to use the software, happy to have bugs reported.  Happy.

Wow, this presentation is over and it was short on dumb statements.  Though apparently most of the staff at the headquarters quietly left the meeting since they didn’t have any interest in what was being said 😛

Sushi

Jessica ate Sushi tonight and liked it.  She totally wrestled with the chopsticks, but made up for it in eating raw, uncooked, redundant fish.  On top of that she also ate non-fish items like rice, veggies and cooked eel.  Good stuff.  I had some sushi, but the balance of my meal came from the plate, which balanced quite nicely on the table.  Oh, and I ate Kung Pow Chicken!  I asked for it to be extra hot.  I think the chef thought I meant, warm, which was fine, because the flavor was actually quite nice on top of being warm.  Next time I think I’ll have to send it back and complain that I wasn’t crying after the first bite.  Dr. Starling, whom we went to dinner with, thought that the KPC was hot, but I think she needs to learn about hot by eating more hot stuff like habanero peppers.

OK, I really need to go to bed now.

From the Headlines: Bush and Hu Agree Iran Shouldn’t Have Nukes

In what has to be one of the more ‘obvious’ types of statements: most world leaders think that they should be leading. Now, I’ll admit that a bunch of weapons of mass distruction in anyone’s hands is a potentially bad thing, but the Iranians need to just stick to persecuting Christians, selling oil to nations they hate for “un-Allah-ly” [get it?] amounts of money and making statements that only Pat Robertson and Jerry Fallwell could beat.

And the U.S. and China should go about with their lovely trading strategy of the U.S. hating China’s communism, but dirt cheap prices, and the Chinese should love selling trash to the U.S. using raw materials they imported from us with complete distrust. It will be beautiful – there will be world harmony if we all go about despising one another and building better weapons than the other guys. Yeah, its like a luke-warm war instead of a cold war.

Toasted

Do you have fond memories of your grandma?  I have fond memories of my Grandma Martin who would make me toast as a child that was based on a form of non-nutrition called ‘white bread.’  To further increase my chances of not getting any nutrition she would slather it with margerine.  It was salty, buttery nothingness that was probably as useful for me as rice cakes, but I won’t get into rice cakes.

Then, one year my whole family got sick with some sort of flu/cold thing and the only thing that tastes good to us was toast.  We used real butter, but I’m sure that we used lots of it and it tasted fantastic… and we could keep it down.  My mom made a lot of it, though my brother and I tried as well to make some.

As you can tell the important women in my life had a toast making knack.  Jessica however, did not start out making me toasted bread.  Instead she would try to make me pecan pies, because that is what I wanted to eat.  Unfortunately those toasted as well.  or underbaked, or overflowed, or sideways slipped into the trash can because she was fed up with them.  Fortunately many of them turned out and slid onto my fork and into my mouth down into my quickly expanding belly.

And as you may have surmised, pies have a crust, which needs to be baked, which is a lot like toast.  So I’m glad to have had toast in my life, it has had special sentimental value that rice cakes have not.

Next time I may share about my other Grandma having carob energy drinks and soy nuts – those are also sentimental but completely unrelated to toast.

You’re All…

Remember when, like, people would, like, make fun of, like, Valley Girls? Like. And so we’d say, “You’re all… She’s all… He was, like…”? OK, well this post has nothing to do with that.

Last night I saw a birthday card that just cracked me up. It showed a group of doctors and nurses standing around the phone cracking up as the receptionist spoke on the phone: “Urology Department. Can you hold?”

Sure, its simple, but it amused me greatly. I think that the people around me were concerned when I had a very loud laugh-fest by myself. They were further concerned when they noted there was no blue-tooth headset on my ear causing an explanation for the loud laughter. Apparently cards are not supposed to be that funny.