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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Mitchem Deodorant, Right Lanes, and Ned Fleming

...and yes, that's Right Lanes, not Right Guard.  I'll admit, a bit of a random title for today's post, but it's a fitting title for a similarly random hodge podge of thoughts.

I saw a brand new commercial for Mitchem today.  It was so strange because I haven't seen anything about that product for 30 years ... lol, "Mitchem, so effective you can even skip a day!"  And the funniest thing is that their 48 hour protection from "un-nosely" experiences is still their claim to fame.

Ok, a bit of a rant, but the right lane on the interstate is practically worthless these days.  Somebody should just paint chevrons there, and parking spaces on the shoulder for people to pull into while they get their tickets.  What the heck, we may as well erect kiosks in the grass with credit card swipers so folks can pay up in real time.  If the government needs more revenue, maybe they could charge parking fees along the interstate while the police search our cars.

I'm getting old and I often forget people's names among other things.  Oddly, Ned Flemings' name popped into my head today.  He was just some guy I used to work with about 12 years ago, but I remember that he was oddly enthusiastic about freakin' everything.  One thing he said that I thought was funny though:  "You're not really a parent until you have two kids ... no wait, three kids ... when they've got you outnumbered, that's when you have to be real parents."

Monday, May 16, 2011

Top 10 reader comments on the Strauss-Kahn sex scandal:

10. It was Clinton's fault

9. $3000.00 per night suites come with hot and cold running maids.

8. I doubt he flagged a yellow cab and schlepped out to the airport with Achmed like the rest of us

7. Sounds like its time to bring in Kobe Bryant's lawyer

6. The proof is in the pudding

5. The report will prove fellatious even if she comes up with a blue dress and a cigar

4. Because of his age, Strauss-Kahn lawyers seek reduced charges of Assult With a Dead Weapon.

3. Ah...The ole' lunch with a daughter alibi.

2. Ouch... he should have borrowed Elliot Spitzer's little black book

1. He was in the United States and heard that Congress allows bankers to screw everyone here!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Guerilla art in Austin, TX

What's cooler than to discover something that only a few people know about?  Maybe it's just me, always looking for a little treasure, but it totally perks me up when I find one.  No one knows who a guerilla artist is, or why they choose to place their work in a quite out of the way kind of place.  But then who cares, it's art.

First stop on this tour of non-sanctioned urban art is a very sad angel.  She is carved into a limestone rock that was placed with others to prevent cars from driving down a road that leads to an abandoned home site.  More often than not, she is mostly covered with sand that washes down from the hill every time it rains.   I had to dig her out a little just to get the picture.  Wow, and is she ever sad.  It would be totally cool to find the artist and ask why she is so distraught, but maybe it is better for each of us to have our own meaning.

One thing that I'm really curious about now is how it came to be that another artist has left behind a work in the same area.  Which begs the question, do I have even more little treasures to look forward too?  Anyway, just a few hundred feet along this forbidden road lies a more recent work.  Only a small painting on a concrete bridge, but I like it.   I call it: "dudes in trees"  Hopefully the artist doesn't take offense if he or she should ever read this blog.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Don't push my buttons Patty!!!

...to quote from a grumpy looking lady as she stepped out of her pickup truck to go by some cigs.   I couldn't help but think what I would say if I were Patty ... in an innocent, child-like voice:  "OK, OK, please don't hurt me.  I promise to stop pushing your buttons." And switching to an ornery voice with raised eyebrow,  "Can I turn your dials?"