I was severely disappointed when several videos of my favorite rat rod ever disappeared from YouTube a while back. My son and I would put these up on the TV with big stereo speakers booming, and it was actually becoming something of a Christmas tradition to watch and hear the wonderful sound made by that supercharged Packard flathead straight eight and its singing three-speed transmission.
[caption id="attachment_279" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Here's lookin' at you"][/caption] My brother Dave snapped this at Longwood Gardens recently. It struck me as deeply weird and fascinating. Click it for full size. Any experts out there (perhaps you, Dave) want to comment on what type of flower it is? Some type of orchid? I also uploaded this to Flickr and called it AmazingDuckFlower.
In the days when I faithfully read the comic Pearls Before Swine, I will admit, I was often amused by its crudity and violence. That was before I became aware of Stephan Pastis and his cretinous view of recreational bicyclists-- basically, that they should be run down by car drivers.
My dear wife is one of those poor unfortunates to whom that most exquisite form of humor—the pun—is invisible, or nearly so. To the extent that she is aware of a pun, she reacts to it as one would a bad smell. She is in good company (or at least majority company), as I have observed this reaction in most people. I, on the other hand, produce puns without effort, joyfully, and apparently without the ability to stop.
General Motors recently put out an obnoxious advertisement in College newspapers and got lambasted for it all over Twitter and various news sites and blogs. So they withdrew it. Giant Bicycles did a WONDERFUL rebuttal ad in the form of a parody. You can read about it here and lots of other places if you just google "GM reality sucks" or look for #GMfail on Twitter. (My tweet: "I own a Giant bicycle and NOTHING from GM. Fondly recall my '37 Chevy, though. Reality sucks when a stupid ad makes me hate GM #GMfail.") I don't want to write more about that, ...
I was severely disappointed when several videos of my favorite rat rod ever disappeared from YouTube a while back. My son and I would put these up on the TV with big stereo speakers booming, and it was actually becoming something of a Christmas tradition to watch and hear the wonderful sound made by that supercharged Packard flathead straight eight and its singing three-speed transmission.
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Here's lookin' at you
I also uploaded this to Flickr and called it AmazingDuckFlower.
In the days when I faithfully read the comic Pearls Before Swine, I will admit, I was often amused by its crudity and violence. That was before I became aware of Stephan Pastis and his cretinous view of recreational bicyclists– basically, that they should be run down by car drivers.
Read the rest of this entry »
My dear wife is one of those poor unfortunates to whom that most exquisite form of humor—the pun—is invisible, or nearly so. To the extent that she is aware of a pun, she reacts to it as one would a bad smell. She is in good company (or at least majority company), as I have observed this reaction in most people. I, on the other hand, produce puns without effort, joyfully, and apparently without the ability to stop.
General Motors recently put out an obnoxious advertisement in College newspapers and got lambasted for it all over Twitter and various news sites and blogs. So they withdrew it. Giant Bicycles did a WONDERFUL rebuttal ad in the form of a parody.
You can read about it here and lots of other places if you just google “GM reality sucks” or look for #GMfail on Twitter. (My tweet: “I own a Giant bicycle and NOTHING from GM. Fondly recall my ’37 Chevy, though. Reality sucks when a stupid ad makes me hate GM #GMfail.”)
I don’t want to write more about that, though. Too negative.
Here’s what I want to write about. This morning, I read Frazz episode that restored my faith in (some of) humanity. Yeah, baby! Cyclists look forward to the big game, too.
