Maybe I’m just a big ol’ geek, but I simply can’t get over the idea of owning the Mixed-Up Movie Lines magnetic poetry set. “I love the smell of the Force in the morning.” Bwahahaha.
There are other sets on that site that I wouldn’t mind owning, but it’s best if I don’t link them directly. Children might be reading this, after all…
To kick off the reconstructon of my gallery, I would like to share with you a couple of silly images I snapped this afternoon with my Treo 650’s “camera.” (I use the term loosely; it’s only slightly better than the 600’s.) For starters, I got quite a laugh out of this fortune cookie fortune, especially when paired with its packaging.
“An old friend will introduce you to new people and pleasures.” This, from a package labeled “Lucky Boy”? Oh, my.
Later, after suffering what could most generously be described as “lackluster service” at Gustav’s, this is how I expressed my disappointment:
The prime rib french dip was quite tasty, but that’s about the nicest thing I can say about our dining experience this evening. (Why did I have ketchup bowls available to use for the eyes? It’s hard to say, considering we both told Jacqueline, she of the overdone makeup, that we didn’t want any for our fries, thanks.)
And, before anyone mentions it, yes I know there’s a way to turn the date stamp off. That is, I know that now. Future uploads from my phone… that is to say, pictures I take in the future which make it into my gallery will lack green numbering. (I have one or two pictures saved that will make great future posting fodder. Bwahaha.)
It’s amazing, the things you can learn by reading webcomics and, sometimes, taking part in their silly online polls. For instance, the Irregular Webomic poll about what one would select as the “most evocative non-food smell” actually turned out with my selected option on top of the standings. David Morgan-Mar, ever the sneaky educator of the masses, tipped his readers to the fact that the scent of the earth after rainfall has a name:
Sometimes, being a word geek can be fun and rewarding!
What happens when the guy with the most extensive and varied music library I know of gets a wild hair? You get Radical Bender’s X-Men Playlist: Rogue. It’s chock-a-block full of surprisingly good tracks, considering that southern-ish rock isn’t among my favorite musical styles, and my blues exposure is somewhat limited to say the least. (Fear not, friends. There’s more than just that on offer. Take a look, take a listen.)
The scary part, of course, is that I can’t look at a project like this without being quite tempted to try my hand at something similar… bah! Not that I’d use an X-Men character, of course, but still.
Hmm.
I’m tempted to turn some of Lisa’s posted examples of misbegotten metaphor into taglines. I mean, consider the following:
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
I’ll grant you, that one’s very Douglas Adams, isn’t it? (“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”) But still. It gets better:
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
Priceless!
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Now that’s a delightful mental image, isn’t it?
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
Aren’t they though? And my absolute favorite rounds out the list:
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
I hate it when I do that!
Oh, goody. Because there’s nothing I want more to be doing on my birthday (and the days immediately following) than dealing with possible snow, possible hail, possible lightning & thunder, probable high winds and a definite downpour. If I was (still) the kind of guy who looked for signs in everything, I’d say the universe in general was trying to tell me something.
Apparently, that something would include the phrase “don’t forget your inversion-resistant umbrella.”
Geeky side note: I know some “blog” authors like to use the feature of their chosen software that turns the entry title into part of a unique URL instead of just using the index number, but it doesn’t really work out very well in most cases. The “easier to remember” idea is bunk, ’cause the entry address tends to include things like date information, and who’s going to remember that, eh? Another problem is that the URL tends to be insanely long. The most amusing failing of this technique, however, is the way that longer entry titles get truncated arbitrarily. For instance, “Storm on the Horizon” becomes “storm_on_the_ho.html”.
Methinks it shall storm on the ho and the non-ho alike.
