We were watching MSNBC this morning when a bit came on about Terrafugia's Transition Roadable. The MSNBC anchor announced with some enthusiasm that we might all be like the Jetsons soon and that someone had "invented a flying vehicle!"
My wife said, "They call it a plane."
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Mars and Venus
Probably the best conversation I'll overhear all weekend. In the bubbling spa between two people who were obviously there together:
Guy: Did you bring any condoms?
Woman: Yea. Two. Did you bring any?
Guy: Yep. Eight.
Guy: Did you bring any condoms?
Woman: Yea. Two. Did you bring any?
Guy: Yep. Eight.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Where Am I?
I swear, I cannot keep up with much of anything lately. There's no shortage of activity - we've been caching, gymnastics, Eryn's at her grandparents all week, we refinanced the house, I have a stack of books I've read by myself and with Eryn - but I don't seem to be doing a very good job of discussing any of it. Maybe if I quit playing stupid Facebook games I'd have more luck. Or maybe if I wasn't working with the laptop all night. That's probably the bigger issue.
The refinancing of the house is the biggest deal in the last week. The closer showed up tonight to walk us through the e-signature process. Which was cool, because I saw a panel at Code Freeze present on building an e-signature application and their agile process. It's been a pain to close because credit lines have tightened up, so they had to reassess our credit rating, get us to close out the line of credit (which was painful), and generally dick around for almost two months about little issues like why my W-2 doesn't have the same name as my employer (according to the closer, she's had that same problem with several people at my company). But it's done, we're over a point lower, and we're running about $220 leaner, not including the $30 for the line of credit. If I prune my DirectTV bill (my goal for tomorrow, sometime between interviewing candidates and the other 6 hours of meetings), we might be down by $300 a month. If my wife wasn't breaking the struts on her Focus, we'd be saving up for our next car.
The refinancing of the house is the biggest deal in the last week. The closer showed up tonight to walk us through the e-signature process. Which was cool, because I saw a panel at Code Freeze present on building an e-signature application and their agile process. It's been a pain to close because credit lines have tightened up, so they had to reassess our credit rating, get us to close out the line of credit (which was painful), and generally dick around for almost two months about little issues like why my W-2 doesn't have the same name as my employer (according to the closer, she's had that same problem with several people at my company). But it's done, we're over a point lower, and we're running about $220 leaner, not including the $30 for the line of credit. If I prune my DirectTV bill (my goal for tomorrow, sometime between interviewing candidates and the other 6 hours of meetings), we might be down by $300 a month. If my wife wasn't breaking the struts on her Focus, we'd be saving up for our next car.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Ring of Fire
I am so glad that when Kyle, Adam and I were in Chetek, Wisconsin, and everyone assumed we were some sort of gay camping trio, that Adam didn't do his Ring of Fire karaoke at the campground bar in this style...
Friday, March 20, 2009
Eryn
Eryn is watching you...Big Brother never looked so cute.
Lime sorbet at Ring Mountain after bicycling toward home from school. Dad is exhausted pulling the tagalong up the Minnesota river valley hill.
Lime sorbet at Ring Mountain after bicycling toward home from school. Dad is exhausted pulling the tagalong up the Minnesota river valley hill.
Events My Wife Should or Should Not Attend
My wife gets a lot of CE requests as an LICSW. These are some recent invites/snail mails about which I have an opinion.
"Mouth Body Connection" - Yes. Yes. Yes. Particularly as it's "Convenient for your life. Evening and Weekend Appointments."
"When Professionals Weep" - no. I do not agree with squarely facing one's feelings. Professionals should never weep. It's part of the definition of professional.
"The feminine face of God" - why? Why do you get credit for this? I should get credit for this because I'm ordained. But I don't know why you get credit for it as an LICSW.
"Tributary: Honoring Through Poems" - damn, do I ever have a lot of MFAs I could introduce you to if you want this sort of mind-f***ing.
"Women's Bodies" - see #1 for the yes-cubed assertion.
"Mouth Body Connection" - Yes. Yes. Yes. Particularly as it's "Convenient for your life. Evening and Weekend Appointments."
"When Professionals Weep" - no. I do not agree with squarely facing one's feelings. Professionals should never weep. It's part of the definition of professional.
"The feminine face of God" - why? Why do you get credit for this? I should get credit for this because I'm ordained. But I don't know why you get credit for it as an LICSW.
"Tributary: Honoring Through Poems" - damn, do I ever have a lot of MFAs I could introduce you to if you want this sort of mind-f***ing.
"Women's Bodies" - see #1 for the yes-cubed assertion.
Odds and Ends - MS 60, Slacker Manager
Erik the Swede put me on to this site, Slacker Manager. It's a useful enough source of managerial reading material that it's in my links list. I also added a link for the weather in Eagan. It's so specific it tells me the inside temperature. Now I have to look around the house for the weather station.
I am in the MS 60 this year. Not the 150. I decided to go for a single day event rather than the two day abandon the family for the weekend version, particularly as I'm running away to RAGBRAI for a week. A friend donated $50 in my name, so I at least meet the minimum, but I encourage people to donate anyway. You can find the Wild West Outlaws team here, and we're a long ways from our target. If you don't feel like donating to me, try donating to Ming Tan or Kirat Sekhon - both of them need to meet their $50 minimum.
Stuff About Minneapolis has an article on Community Agriculture with a list of Minneapolis CSAs via Heavy Table. MNSpeak/Secrets of the City has an open post up on CSAs as well. I think we'll be doing this in my family this year.
Let's Go Crazy sung a capella (MNSpeak via MNStories)
There's a new Dora! If you're protesting, you have a problem.
Secrets of the City also posted a link to this commentary designed to piss off cyclists. The comments are the good part.
I am in the MS 60 this year. Not the 150. I decided to go for a single day event rather than the two day abandon the family for the weekend version, particularly as I'm running away to RAGBRAI for a week. A friend donated $50 in my name, so I at least meet the minimum, but I encourage people to donate anyway. You can find the Wild West Outlaws team here, and we're a long ways from our target. If you don't feel like donating to me, try donating to Ming Tan or Kirat Sekhon - both of them need to meet their $50 minimum.
Stuff About Minneapolis has an article on Community Agriculture with a list of Minneapolis CSAs via Heavy Table. MNSpeak/Secrets of the City has an open post up on CSAs as well. I think we'll be doing this in my family this year.
Let's Go Crazy sung a capella (MNSpeak via MNStories)
There's a new Dora! If you're protesting, you have a problem.
Secrets of the City also posted a link to this commentary designed to piss off cyclists. The comments are the good part.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Belly Rub
Kyle sent me this, courtesy of Olivia Munn. LissyJo. She Says. If you're hanging at my house, just be prepared.
"Another message from here in Japan- the future!
"Another message from here in Japan- the future!
If you see an Asian person, rub their belly three times counter clockwise. They might be startled, alarmed, pissed off and possibly threaten legal action. But, you must do this! It will save you from a new and deadly virus of smallpox coming in the near future.
Go forth and rub the bellies of Asians… and tell your friends. Hurry- there isn’t much time!"
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Double Play
We had an interesting weekend. On Friday night, we went to see Iqbal at the Children's Theatre Company. It was about Pakistani children sold into what amounts to slavery, working as weavers for a man who lets them believe that someday, if they work off all their tallies on their chalk board, they might escape. Iqbal, the title character, is a better than average weaver who rebels, eventually escaping (despite being in dungeon) and hooking up with an aid agency committed to getting rid of the sweatshops. In the end, Iqbal is gunned down by rug merchants (they don't show that part) who want revenge. I'm not so sure it was appropriate for a five year old with the hitting, off screen death, super hot dungeon, child slavery, and whatnot, but Eryn seemed to enjoy it. At least more so than Kyle, whose only appreciation of the play was an off-colored remark on Facebook that he spent quite some time backpedalling on after my father and coworker Qaiser weighed in on the significance of Iqbal.
Friday night after the play, I was Skyping with Klund, and he suggested we come down to watch his son in the St. Peter children's theater production of The Boxcar Children. We had a family discussion about the necessity of finishing taxes and homework, before deciding f*** it and heading down on Saturday. Klund's family was overly hospitable once again and fed us, put us up for the night in a guest room, geocached with us, and introduced us to the joys of Mario Kart with the grandparents. I try to supply beer, although bringing Schell's beer to St. Peter is the literal interpretation of "carrying coals to Newcastle".
The play was great and the kids did an excellent job. I wasn't familiar with the Boxcar series, but it vaguely reminded me of the Lemony Snickett series in some ways, and not just because there was a girl named Violet.
We did try something new during our visit to St. Peter. We've often driven past the Treaty Signing Center on the edge of town, so this time we stopped. While I appreciate that they're documenting history, the museum is not that exciting. The whole time we were there, we were the only visitors. It needs a little more pizazz. Here are the highlights as I saw them.
Eryn eating a fake loaf of bread at the virtual picnic display. It would have been more exciting if you could have purchased a real pie to eat on the picnic blanket. I like the look on Eryn's face. Look at how stupid I feel eating fake bread for Dad!
Pooteewheet and Eryn enjoying a fake pie with some St. Peter settlers.
Some important information about muskrats. Winter and early spring. Good eatin. Warm months, not so much. You can use this poem next time you're muskrat hunting. "Muskrat winter, muskrat spring, tasty little thing. Muskrat fall, muskrat summer, muskrat pie's a real bummer."
Friday night after the play, I was Skyping with Klund, and he suggested we come down to watch his son in the St. Peter children's theater production of The Boxcar Children. We had a family discussion about the necessity of finishing taxes and homework, before deciding f*** it and heading down on Saturday. Klund's family was overly hospitable once again and fed us, put us up for the night in a guest room, geocached with us, and introduced us to the joys of Mario Kart with the grandparents. I try to supply beer, although bringing Schell's beer to St. Peter is the literal interpretation of "carrying coals to Newcastle".
The play was great and the kids did an excellent job. I wasn't familiar with the Boxcar series, but it vaguely reminded me of the Lemony Snickett series in some ways, and not just because there was a girl named Violet.
We did try something new during our visit to St. Peter. We've often driven past the Treaty Signing Center on the edge of town, so this time we stopped. While I appreciate that they're documenting history, the museum is not that exciting. The whole time we were there, we were the only visitors. It needs a little more pizazz. Here are the highlights as I saw them.
Eryn eating a fake loaf of bread at the virtual picnic display. It would have been more exciting if you could have purchased a real pie to eat on the picnic blanket. I like the look on Eryn's face. Look at how stupid I feel eating fake bread for Dad!
Pooteewheet and Eryn enjoying a fake pie with some St. Peter settlers.
Some important information about muskrats. Winter and early spring. Good eatin. Warm months, not so much. You can use this poem next time you're muskrat hunting. "Muskrat winter, muskrat spring, tasty little thing. Muskrat fall, muskrat summer, muskrat pie's a real bummer."
Ride to Work
Today was the first day this year I've ridden the bike to work. I hooked up the Burley, dropped in clothes, self-cleaning supplies, and my laptop, and pedaled my way in with the moon shining brightly overhead.
Dear workplace, I appreciate all those extra showers you installed. Bravo.
After work I pedaled home at a furious pace, swapped the Burley for the tagalong, and rolled down to Eryn's school to pick her up. I think it came out to be about 1.5 hours of bicycling over the day, much of it up and down hills. I'm sort of surprised I'm not lying in bed passed out yet.
Dear workplace, I appreciate all those extra showers you installed. Bravo.
After work I pedaled home at a furious pace, swapped the Burley for the tagalong, and rolled down to Eryn's school to pick her up. I think it came out to be about 1.5 hours of bicycling over the day, much of it up and down hills. I'm sort of surprised I'm not lying in bed passed out yet.
Happy St. Patty's Day
I was at work this morning, getting a cup of Caribou without Mean Mr. Mustard, who took pains to inform me he has friends who are more senior management, and I ended up walking down the hallway behind two women who had clearly dressed for St. Patty's Day in green shirts and black skirts. One of the two had on a skirt so tight that every two to three steps she'd have to reach behind her and tug her skirt down at the slit so it didn't ride up too high. After five or six rounds of adjusting, she settled for walking with her hands behind her so that she only had to adjust every five to six steps instead. I sympathized with her predicament as she seemed to be worried someone might be walking behind her enjoying the show. I was. Although I had a bemused expression on my face instead of a leer as I pondered how she'd made it into the building without it hiking up to her waist.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Rock, Paper, Scissors...
Eryn and I have a question. In extended rock, paper, scissors, who wins? Weatherman? Or butthole?
We're already certain weatherman beats storm and bucket beats storm, but storm beats bomb, and bomb beats rock, and bomb beats bucket because it is just a regular bucket with no water in it, and guy peeing beats bomb because it's assumed its got a fuse or a mechanism susceptible to urine, but guy peeing loses to bucket and storm, because there are those sayings about peeing into the wind and all...
If you're wondering, how do you make a guy peeing, just stick your thumb between the next two fingers. Very close to a sign language P, but pull down the pointer, and extend the thumb.
We're already certain weatherman beats storm and bucket beats storm, but storm beats bomb, and bomb beats rock, and bomb beats bucket because it is just a regular bucket with no water in it, and guy peeing beats bomb because it's assumed its got a fuse or a mechanism susceptible to urine, but guy peeing loses to bucket and storm, because there are those sayings about peeing into the wind and all...
If you're wondering, how do you make a guy peeing, just stick your thumb between the next two fingers. Very close to a sign language P, but pull down the pointer, and extend the thumb.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Gratuitous Spanking
I finally got the clip for my employee badge replaced after carrying it around loose in my pocket for a few weeks. This time I got a plastic piece with a stretchy string attached, so I can whip it out of my pocket and show it off without having to detach it. I'm so cool. So I was in the corporate library, reviewing some materials, and I stood up and started walking out. The next thing I know, someone smacks me on the ass. Hard. It stung. I was surprised, though not necessarily concerned.
Then my badge flies past me, launching itself about 2 feet in front of me, shoots back past me in the other direction, and slowly settles to a stop. It had gotten caught in the couch I was sitting on and stretched to the end of its tether before deciding I was a naughty boy. Can I sue my badge for harassment?
It seems all my pseudo-inanimate objects are conspiring against me. First my badge spanked me. Then shortly after that, my pen hopped out of my folder and shot directly down the space between the third floor and the elevator. In 2025 someone will find it at the bottom of the shaft, covered in dust and stress chew marks related to the migration of data from legacy to distributed systems. That'll be a real archaeological find.
Then my badge flies past me, launching itself about 2 feet in front of me, shoots back past me in the other direction, and slowly settles to a stop. It had gotten caught in the couch I was sitting on and stretched to the end of its tether before deciding I was a naughty boy. Can I sue my badge for harassment?
It seems all my pseudo-inanimate objects are conspiring against me. First my badge spanked me. Then shortly after that, my pen hopped out of my folder and shot directly down the space between the third floor and the elevator. In 2025 someone will find it at the bottom of the shaft, covered in dust and stress chew marks related to the migration of data from legacy to distributed systems. That'll be a real archaeological find.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Pimento
Last year when we went to Wild Rumpus, Pimento the chicken pecked Pooteewheet and almost made her cry. Here's a video of a temporally proximate attack on a small child.
This year we avoided the vicious pecks and stole something from Pimento. "Stole" meaning "the bookstore freely gave it to us to take home." Mean Mr. Mustard - does Pimento qualify as "free range" if she's living in a book store?
Pimento Jr. Before:
Pimento Jr. After:
This year we avoided the vicious pecks and stole something from Pimento. "Stole" meaning "the bookstore freely gave it to us to take home." Mean Mr. Mustard - does Pimento qualify as "free range" if she's living in a book store?
Pimento Jr. Before:
Pimento Jr. After:
Branding
I was reading the corporate blog today and a lot of people were discussing our brand and that they'd seen it on television, on sports figures, and in video games that feature sports figures. This reminded me, I too had seen an interesting placement of our brand, but in my case it wasn't on a golfer or in a video game, but in a picture I'd encountered while looking for some pictures and information when composing my post about the midwest burlesk review.
A warning, this is no doubt the most NSFW for work link I've ever posted on my blog unless you include the one where Mean Mr. Mustard is in bed with Spike. I'm pretty sure I have to post it here and not on the company website.
http://www.thebeefboy.com/images/fanpage/dita_von_teese.jpg
A warning, this is no doubt the most NSFW for work link I've ever posted on my blog unless you include the one where Mean Mr. Mustard is in bed with Spike. I'm pretty sure I have to post it here and not on the company website.
http://www.thebeefboy.com/images/fanpage/dita_von_teese.jpg
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Snuggle It!
I've seen several friends asking on Facebook, blogs and elsewhere, "Who the hell would order a Snuggie?" The answer is...my daughter. But we're too cheap to order a 2 for $20 Snuggie from t.v., so my mother made a faux Snuggie, that's not really a Snuggie because it has a full back, and the 2nd, free version, is actually kimono-ish in nature. So we'll call them SnuggleIts.
Eryn eating french toast for dinner and doing some double-fisted drinking in her new SnuggleIt. Check out the feet. How tall do you think she'll be?
The kimono/sari style SnuggleIt, wrapped appropriately for maximum warmth.
Eryn eating french toast for dinner and doing some double-fisted drinking in her new SnuggleIt. Check out the feet. How tall do you think she'll be?
The kimono/sari style SnuggleIt, wrapped appropriately for maximum warmth.
World Dominion!
Eryn and her classmates sang at morning meeting today. Their secular version of "I've Got the Whole World" smacks of a bit of Pinky and the Brain global dominion.
Larry Turns 60
My father in law turned 60 last week, and during the weekend there was a party for him at his art studio. Pooteewheet made the mistake of telling my sister we might be able to babysit - LissyJo, always check with me, I maintain a calendar. I've added an online Google calendar I can share with Pooteewheet and I'll get her to sign up for the daily dump, but it'll take me a while to move all my details out there - so we ended up taking my niece with us. She had a great time, except for when she tried to stop a larger child (Eryn) from running by just standing in front of her, and except for when she tipped over the cardboard wall and grabbed my leg and bawled, concerned that the wall police were going to get her. Also, she may have been a bit dubious about the book we were reading out loud in the car that involved dead pirates in cages who had rotted away to skeletons. And she wasn't too fond of the stomach ache she got after two pieces of cake. But she was ecstatic about the three (3) cups of meltimints she ate.
Anyway...I just felt bad my sister got stuck with her youngest when she was expecting a night of freedom. We're always happy to mess up both her kids.
Here's Eryn and my niece doing some painting. That's me in the back with the Blackberry. I would have you know that most of the night I was holding a beer (some sort of Goose Island) not a PDA. That's my nephew, between Eryn and me. Shortly before this he was eating meltimints with some paint on them (I think blue and pink). I didn't stop him because he only ate two. There's not a picture of my niece on his side of the family in this post. But I got to witness her looking for some attention, realize it wasn't coming, and then stomp faster and faster until her adrenaline was high enough that the crying was for real. My sister in law asked her "did you get hurt", to which she shook her head up and down vigorously. She's going to be a brilliant actress.
Child train. Woot Woot!
This is what happens when it's your 60th birthday, if the stock market hasn't taken away your entire life savings. I don't know if that's frosting in the middle of Ame's forehead. It was there when we picked her up, so probably not. But she's not Hindu and it wasn't Ash Wednesday (and she's not Anglican), so I don't know why she was dotting her forehead. Maybe they were having toddler bingo at school?
As an aside, my father in law had some very nice paintings he'd done in his studio. His very long mural (15 feet long, 9-12 inches tall?) of ticky tacky houses is something I'd put up in my own house.
This is where I wanted to be as the evening wore down. Upper Cut, next door, was having a boxing match. There were hundreds, perhaps more than a thousand, young people dressed to the nines, at least if you consider "the nines" to include dresses so short both your butt and breasts are falling out, despite your really tall boots, and gold lame' jackets. For a while the traffic was beyond the end of the block. The place was rocking so loud it was coming through the wall into the 60th birthday party. I'm not so sure I couldn't have just opened the gate from our side and walked over with a dozen bottles of beer and been the life of the party. I think boxing and drinking might have made for a perfect denouement to the evening.
Anyway...I just felt bad my sister got stuck with her youngest when she was expecting a night of freedom. We're always happy to mess up both her kids.
Here's Eryn and my niece doing some painting. That's me in the back with the Blackberry. I would have you know that most of the night I was holding a beer (some sort of Goose Island) not a PDA. That's my nephew, between Eryn and me. Shortly before this he was eating meltimints with some paint on them (I think blue and pink). I didn't stop him because he only ate two. There's not a picture of my niece on his side of the family in this post. But I got to witness her looking for some attention, realize it wasn't coming, and then stomp faster and faster until her adrenaline was high enough that the crying was for real. My sister in law asked her "did you get hurt", to which she shook her head up and down vigorously. She's going to be a brilliant actress.
Child train. Woot Woot!
This is what happens when it's your 60th birthday, if the stock market hasn't taken away your entire life savings. I don't know if that's frosting in the middle of Ame's forehead. It was there when we picked her up, so probably not. But she's not Hindu and it wasn't Ash Wednesday (and she's not Anglican), so I don't know why she was dotting her forehead. Maybe they were having toddler bingo at school?
As an aside, my father in law had some very nice paintings he'd done in his studio. His very long mural (15 feet long, 9-12 inches tall?) of ticky tacky houses is something I'd put up in my own house.
This is where I wanted to be as the evening wore down. Upper Cut, next door, was having a boxing match. There were hundreds, perhaps more than a thousand, young people dressed to the nines, at least if you consider "the nines" to include dresses so short both your butt and breasts are falling out, despite your really tall boots, and gold lame' jackets. For a while the traffic was beyond the end of the block. The place was rocking so loud it was coming through the wall into the 60th birthday party. I'm not so sure I couldn't have just opened the gate from our side and walked over with a dozen bottles of beer and been the life of the party. I think boxing and drinking might have made for a perfect denouement to the evening.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
GPS Skullduggery
I apologize for a dry spell lately. I have a new Blackberry and I recorded a bunch of fun photos on it and then realized I deleted them before it was actually done emailing them, which means they're completely gone. I'm wiser, yet sad. Gone is my picture of Kyle eating breakfast with Ming and I over the weekend. Gone are the pictures I took at my father in law's 60th birthday. A loss because they were fun pictures of kids. But at least I don't have to explain why I don't have any pictures of the bevy of women with their T&A falling out who were at the boxing match next door. Gone is my picture of a guy who looks like She Says' husband in silhouette, pointing at a hair stylist sign just as she was complaining he needed a haircut. Gone is a picture of a second sign from the same location where a guy seems to be doing something unmentionable to himself. However, I still have pictures of a Snuglie and one of Pimento's eggs, so I'll post those later.
I did learn how to record Eryn saying "I love you Dad" onto the Blackberry. At least I have that going for me. I can annoy other managers with cutesy kid crap until they're done with me.
She Says sent me a warning today about the evils of owning a GPS. This isn't a huge deal as I don't own one and, just like everyone else, I'm cutting back on spending so I'm unlikely to buy one. But it was interesting because a local blogger, Bill Roehl of Lazy Lightning, blogged about exactly the reverse on the same day, and even in my county. So now I don't know what to do...it's a real poser. Buy a GPS so a thief can capture it. Or buy a GPS to capture a thief.
From She Says:
GPS
A couple of weeks ago a friend told me that someone she knew had their car broken into while they were at a football match. Their car was parked on the green which was adjacent to the football stadium and specially allotted to football fans. Things stolen from the car included a garage door remote control, some money and a GPS which had been prominently mounted on the dashboard..
When the victims got home, they found that their house had been ransacked and just about everything worth anything had been stolen.
The thieves had used the GPS to guide them to the house. They then used the garage remote control to open the garage door and gain entry to the house. The thieves knew the owners were at the football game, they knew what time the game was scheduled to finish and so they knew how much time they had to clean up the house. It would appear that they had brought a truck to empty the house of its contents.
From Lazy Lightning:
The first is a complaint out of Burnsville about someone receiving stolen property...
“The Officer plugged the GPS unit into his vehicle and determined where the “home†location was for the unit. The Officer contacted an individual listed to that location and determined that an individual who resides there has the same make and model GPS unit. The passenger got picked up by his ride and the suspect vehicle was inventoried and towed."
I did learn how to record Eryn saying "I love you Dad" onto the Blackberry. At least I have that going for me. I can annoy other managers with cutesy kid crap until they're done with me.
She Says sent me a warning today about the evils of owning a GPS. This isn't a huge deal as I don't own one and, just like everyone else, I'm cutting back on spending so I'm unlikely to buy one. But it was interesting because a local blogger, Bill Roehl of Lazy Lightning, blogged about exactly the reverse on the same day, and even in my county. So now I don't know what to do...it's a real poser. Buy a GPS so a thief can capture it. Or buy a GPS to capture a thief.
From She Says:
GPS
A couple of weeks ago a friend told me that someone she knew had their car broken into while they were at a football match. Their car was parked on the green which was adjacent to the football stadium and specially allotted to football fans. Things stolen from the car included a garage door remote control, some money and a GPS which had been prominently mounted on the dashboard..
When the victims got home, they found that their house had been ransacked and just about everything worth anything had been stolen.
The thieves had used the GPS to guide them to the house. They then used the garage remote control to open the garage door and gain entry to the house. The thieves knew the owners were at the football game, they knew what time the game was scheduled to finish and so they knew how much time they had to clean up the house. It would appear that they had brought a truck to empty the house of its contents.
From Lazy Lightning:
The first is a complaint out of Burnsville about someone receiving stolen property...
“The Officer plugged the GPS unit into his vehicle and determined where the “home†location was for the unit. The Officer contacted an individual listed to that location and determined that an individual who resides there has the same make and model GPS unit. The passenger got picked up by his ride and the suspect vehicle was inventoried and towed."
Too Close To the Bike
I'm stealing this wholesale from Freewheeling Spirit. It's a great video of Jeff Frings from Wisconsin who's turned himself into a moving camera to watch for motorists breaking the three foot rule. You can clearly see in one video that someone is crossing the line toward him on purpose. For my part, I already knew that everyone from Brookfield was seriously annoying.
Imagine how those drivers would have responded to a guy in a snail suit crawling down the road.
Imagine how those drivers would have responded to a guy in a snail suit crawling down the road.
What a Traffic Jam! - watch more funny videos
Overheard at Work
Overheard over the wall in the cafe at work:
Woman: "He's that chef who travels all over the world..."
Man: "Borgnine?"
Woman: "He's that chef who travels all over the world..."
Man: "Borgnine?"
Amazon Blizzard
Don't let them fool you into thinking there are nuts and bananas and tropical fruit. The DQ Amazon Blizzard is gross. It sort of tastes like chicken.
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