For some other troubling (though I suppose a q-tip stuck in a bird's posterior is probably more troubling than what's pictured) as well as some cute in a non-disturbing-way photos go here.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
That's not a Q-Tip
For some other troubling (though I suppose a q-tip stuck in a bird's posterior is probably more troubling than what's pictured) as well as some cute in a non-disturbing-way photos go here.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thinking waay too much about food, but I'm not the only one
Sometimes I wonder if I spend too much of my waking hours thinking about what I'm going to be eating next -- something that the B, Memphis and I have in common (though in their case, I hope they aren't wondering as much because really there isn't that much variety in what they're eating day-to-day). Anyway, I think that's why I enjoy food blogs so much because those freaks are even more food-obsessed than me. Also, every once in a while I'll see something like the chart to the right that makes me smile (even if most of the food offered by these joints are strictly verboten). Still, it's a fun trip down the choose-your-own-adventure-memory-lane.
The original post appeared here.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
B.R. 11/14/09 -- WPB Green Market
After procrastinating for the past three weeks, Olive and I finally made it to the West Palm Beach Green Market. Here's our route. The market is at Second and Narcissus, i.e. the highlighted square.
We were pleasantly surprised. It was bigger -- about two blocks long -- and more varied than I'd been expecting. There were stands selling farm-fresh produce, as as well as local products from honey (!) and alligator meat (which while intriguing made me sad nonetheless). The B was pleasantly surprised that although there were a lot of people and dogs, the ones that we met were all very well-behaved and generally her size. There's nothing the B likes better than to boss around another small dog. That's just how she is.
While there, the B and I shared a berry smoothie; and although she expressed interest in my conch fritters, I was not inclined to share them. Since I'd skipped breakfast, I'd thought about getting something pastry-ish at the green market, but figured that while in Rome.... The fritters were quite tasty, especially when I added, at the insistence of the vendor, "mama's special secret sauce". I don't know whose mama made that sauce or what made it so special secret but it was special delicious.
On our way home, we stopped over at Meyer Amphitheater where the B tried to sniff out the remaining fritters while I people watched:
Generally, the other animals we see on our walks, besides other people out walking their piaps, are small geckos and stray cats, though we only see the latter when we cross the parking lot of this nearby church. There is this boil of hawks (I think though they could be vultures -- it's hard to tell since they're so far away) that I see circling this one particular building downtown, but that's for another day. Anyway, as I was saying, we generally see only a few types of animals, which is why it was so startling when this bird hopped out of a bush right next to us and flew a few feet away to parking lot:
It looks like a cattle egret, but I'm no expert.
That's one thing I haven't gotten used to down there. There are no pigeons, but rather egrets and hawks (maybe vultures).
We were pleasantly surprised. It was bigger -- about two blocks long -- and more varied than I'd been expecting. There were stands selling farm-fresh produce, as as well as local products from honey (!) and alligator meat (which while intriguing made me sad nonetheless). The B was pleasantly surprised that although there were a lot of people and dogs, the ones that we met were all very well-behaved and generally her size. There's nothing the B likes better than to boss around another small dog. That's just how she is.
While there, the B and I shared a berry smoothie; and although she expressed interest in my conch fritters, I was not inclined to share them. Since I'd skipped breakfast, I'd thought about getting something pastry-ish at the green market, but figured that while in Rome.... The fritters were quite tasty, especially when I added, at the insistence of the vendor, "mama's special secret sauce". I don't know whose mama made that sauce or what made it so special secret but it was special delicious.
On our way home, we stopped over at Meyer Amphitheater where the B tried to sniff out the remaining fritters while I people watched:
Generally, the other animals we see on our walks, besides other people out walking their piaps, are small geckos and stray cats, though we only see the latter when we cross the parking lot of this nearby church. There is this boil of hawks (I think though they could be vultures -- it's hard to tell since they're so far away) that I see circling this one particular building downtown, but that's for another day. Anyway, as I was saying, we generally see only a few types of animals, which is why it was so startling when this bird hopped out of a bush right next to us and flew a few feet away to parking lot:
It looks like a cattle egret, but I'm no expert.That's one thing I haven't gotten used to down there. There are no pigeons, but rather egrets and hawks (maybe vultures).
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The B's plan for New Year's
Enn reports:
"the B fully excepts to have on a new year's hat, noisemaker, and champagne to ring in the new year. she's even planning to have memphis draw decorative patterns on her fur w/ elmer's glue (using his 2 paws) and then she'll roll around in glitter. i think the baby is hoping he will draw hearts, stars, and snowflakes – but he'll probably draw only things he likes: fish, poo, etc. won't the baby be shocked when she looks in the mirror after rolling around in the glitter."
Now, I had some questions about the B's plans:
Me: where is she going to get elmer's glue?
Enn: from a CVS, she says.
Me: and why wouldn't she and memphis just use wet food as the glue?
Enn: b/c she has more class than that, she says.
*******
Guess I got told.
"the B fully excepts to have on a new year's hat, noisemaker, and champagne to ring in the new year. she's even planning to have memphis draw decorative patterns on her fur w/ elmer's glue (using his 2 paws) and then she'll roll around in glitter. i think the baby is hoping he will draw hearts, stars, and snowflakes – but he'll probably draw only things he likes: fish, poo, etc. won't the baby be shocked when she looks in the mirror after rolling around in the glitter."
Now, I had some questions about the B's plans:
Me: where is she going to get elmer's glue?
Enn: from a CVS, she says.
Me: and why wouldn't she and memphis just use wet food as the glue?
Enn: b/c she has more class than that, she says.
*******
Guess I got told.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Mysteriously Balding Bear
Not as sad as sad rat>, but pretty sad nonetheless... I give you the mysteriously balding bears of the Leipzig Zoo -- well, one anyway:
I hope their keepers provide them with some coats for the oncoming winter, and maybe some faux skin rugs.
I hope their keepers provide them with some coats for the oncoming winter, and maybe some faux skin rugs.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
One of the best (and saddest) Gothamist thread ever
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The B's failed attempt to stay awake
On our way back from Jupiter, the B, in a failed attempt to stay awake so as to keep an eye on me and Enn, fell asleep with her head in a very awkward position -- with her head twisted backwards. She actually fell asleep with her head hanging out of her carrier. If she wasn't so cute, she'd be ridiculous. Actually, I should say that she's ridiculous, but thank goodness she's so cute because if she wasn't she'd be even more ridiculous.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
TARP -- the movie!
Who wants to see Elizabeth Warren being played by Maggie Gyllenhaal??? I know I do. I mean, they're like twins -- practically.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
So very very wrong
I don't recall what it was that I was reading when I came across this weird site that had matching slutty outfits for women and their dogs. Now I'm all for empowering women to express their sexuality, even for those who use Halloween as their excuse to be extra ho-y. That said, there's got to be a line drawn. What weirdo would want to slut up their dogs in matching outfits??? And what kinda site would promote such a site with pics like the ones below (esp the one on the left -- ewww):
Now I'm sure some would say that it's all harmless fun, and that the dogs don't know any better. Well, I'm not so convinced that's true. This particular pup below seems to be know that something don't seem right:
Those are "help me" eyes if I've ever seen them.
Now I'm sure some would say that it's all harmless fun, and that the dogs don't know any better. Well, I'm not so convinced that's true. This particular pup below seems to be know that something don't seem right:
Those are "help me" eyes if I've ever seen them.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tonight
It's been a while since I've posted. I could blame it on the general upheaval caused by the relocation, but that's only part of it. The truth of the matter is that sometimes I can be as lazy as the laziest loaf-about you've ever met. So, upheaval + laziness = no posts. Oh well. That's what you get for free entertainment.
Anyway, here's a shot from tonight -- about 20 mins ago:
The only thing that's changed in the intervening time is that Olive somehow moved herself even further away from Memphis so that she could be closer to my foot. I dunno how she did it, esp. since she never got up or unfurled herself or did anything else that would have been necessary to effect such a move. She's got some piappy mojo, either that or she managed to learn how to take flight with those chicken wing legs of hers.
Anyway, here's a shot from tonight -- about 20 mins ago:
The only thing that's changed in the intervening time is that Olive somehow moved herself even further away from Memphis so that she could be closer to my foot. I dunno how she did it, esp. since she never got up or unfurled herself or did anything else that would have been necessary to effect such a move. She's got some piappy mojo, either that or she managed to learn how to take flight with those chicken wing legs of hers.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Hypocrites are bad, but liars are worse
It's been over a month since the Queen of Locovores, Alice Waters, announced to the world that out of all the foods she would choose as her last meal shark fins soup. This in itself was somewhat amusing giving Ms. Water's philosophy of eating locally; and it would've been just that if she'd left it there. However, when Anthony Bourdaine quipped that this was not "local", she responded, "[n]ow, I don't know, I've never gone out there, but we know there's sharks off the California coast. I'd be getting someone to take those fins off." Um, ok. So, shed get someone to go cut off fins from sharks just so she can have someone make her some shark fin soup???
Unsuprisingly, the hypocrisy of her response, not to mention the inhumane tone of it, landed her in hot PR water.
And here is where I get really annoyed.
Through a press relase through the Humane Society, Ms. Waters claimed that she'd only recently learned that "every year tens of millions of sharks, their fins brutally sliced off, are thrown back into the ocean to die." Um, Alice, wasn't this very thing you said you had wanted someone to do for you? Not to mention, how believeable is that that a well-traveled and experienced chef, esp. one in SF with its sizeable Chinese population, didn't know where shark fins come from?
It's one thing to say something surprisingly ignorant, it's another to later lie about it. The lying really gets me. That's probably why I had such a visceral reaction upon seeing her photo for an article she'd written about her start-up days in SF. Goodness I wanted to punch that smiling face of hers.
Unsuprisingly, the hypocrisy of her response, not to mention the inhumane tone of it, landed her in hot PR water.
And here is where I get really annoyed.
Through a press relase through the Humane Society, Ms. Waters claimed that she'd only recently learned that "every year tens of millions of sharks, their fins brutally sliced off, are thrown back into the ocean to die." Um, Alice, wasn't this very thing you said you had wanted someone to do for you? Not to mention, how believeable is that that a well-traveled and experienced chef, esp. one in SF with its sizeable Chinese population, didn't know where shark fins come from?
It's one thing to say something surprisingly ignorant, it's another to later lie about it. The lying really gets me. That's probably why I had such a visceral reaction upon seeing her photo for an article she'd written about her start-up days in SF. Goodness I wanted to punch that smiling face of hers.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Just when I was ready to call bulls***
It turns out that the story about "man saving baby falcon" was in fact true. Apologies to the AP for a story that I for certain thought was bulls*** especially since all the local outlets replicated the same AP feed with no additional reporting. That is, until today.
The NY Post ran this lovely follow-up about our little friend, Alice, (pictured here) who is certain to learn that revenge is a dish best served cold.
Watch out sky rats, your time is near!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
B.R. 8/15/09 -- Nanerbread
It's been a while since the last baby report, but I'm happy to report that both the baby and MisterMister are doing just fine. In fact, the b has just returned from a two-night slumber party at Enn's. While there, the b had a wonderful time getting a full-on lint roll massage that lifted her away her excess hair and left her coat feeling soft and plush. She also enjoyed a relaxing walk that took her around the many sights in the downtown area. The only part of her slumber party that she did not seem to like was when Ames and Enn made nanerbread. For some reason the making of nanerbread was disturbing enough to her that she hid underneath Enn's bed. Maybe she thought that Enn was going to try to feed her all that chocolate like she did with the grapes. Anyway, I'm sure MisterMister would be proud to hear that the b picked up on this littl trick of his.
Speaking of MisterMister, I think he enjoyed not having to compete with the b for attention, or having the b lick his face. Oh well, maybe one day the b will win him over.
Live baby report: The baby is curled up on a pillow with semi-closed eyes. MisterMister is behind my head, resting on the back of the sofa. Max, a puppy who lives down the hallway, is getting his nightly lecture, "Max! Maaax! Maaaax!"
Speaking of MisterMister, I think he enjoyed not having to compete with the b for attention, or having the b lick his face. Oh well, maybe one day the b will win him over.
Live baby report: The baby is curled up on a pillow with semi-closed eyes. MisterMister is behind my head, resting on the back of the sofa. Max, a puppy who lives down the hallway, is getting his nightly lecture, "Max! Maaax! Maaaax!"
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Stuff that I thought was obvious...
Example number 1: When we refer to someone as “yellow”, we consider them to be what? Not a trick question people; but evidently for one child it was rather tricky. I wonder if the set got a little chilly after that.
Example number 2: What does one refer to these types of Roman numerals -- "i", "ii", "iii"? Romanettes, of course. I thought everyone knew this, esp. someone who's probably spent the past couple of decades, if not more, reading, writing, and referring to them.
I dunno. Am I expect too much?
Example number 2: What does one refer to these types of Roman numerals -- "i", "ii", "iii"? Romanettes, of course. I thought everyone knew this, esp. someone who's probably spent the past couple of decades, if not more, reading, writing, and referring to them.
I dunno. Am I expect too much?
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Synergy Fail
I'd like to meet the brains behind this nonsensical example of synergy, cuz you know when I think G.I. Joe, I think Norton Internet Security and vice versa:
Not that the whole "synergy" thing in the corporate context isn't completely bollocks anyway; but i found this example particularly egregious.
Not that the whole "synergy" thing in the corporate context isn't completely bollocks anyway; but i found this example particularly egregious.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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