Showing posts with label sick of it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick of it. Show all posts

Friday, February 25, 2011

And when did this start?

Winter weather is back, of course, after there being none for a decade or so...but something I don't remember seeing back in the old days (ask me about our neighbor taking his jeep to Liberal Foods for milk and supplies during the Blizzard of '77...no, ask me!) is this phenom of drivers lifting their wiper blades to an odd, outbound position so they don't freeze in place:


Oh, sure, maybe back in olden times, the blades weren't even designed to do this. But what worries (?) me is that this trend is just more cable TV runoff - like, one person saw it on Mythbusters or some other wundershow and then everyone decided that THEY TOO were so important that they can't be bothered to scrape and defrost like normal Americans!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Asta wept


Saw in last week's (Nov 1) New York, which just arrived yesterday (grrr!), that John Depp wants Rob Marshall of Chicago fame to direct him in a remake of The Thin Man. Oh, yes, John, we just can't wait for your little staccato affectations and Groucho eyebrow wiggling.
This is further proof that the world needs to end, UNLESS the Rob Marshall is actually the murderer from that Joe McGinnis book Blind Faith. That would be amazing.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Boyfriend everything


All the time I see ads and catalog features on "boyfriend pants" or the "best boyfriend shirt."


Dumb! I propose "the nephew pant" next.


So tired.