Thinner
I never thought it would be so pleasurable to give stuff away.
It’s not the satisfaction one feels from donating to a favorite charity. It’s the exquisite lightness of not having so much crap. Here’s how my day went:
I woke up a little after 6 and went out to the telephone pole to nail up my “FREE” signs. My last two “FREE” signs disappeared on Monday, thanks no doubt to some neighborhood busybody’s fear that free stuff might attract the wrong element. This time around, I hauled out the ladder and nailed my signs as high as I could. So far, my strategy has worked brilliantly.
A Flickr back for Dean
This one’s for Dean, who really loves his backs. (Not safe for work, most of those.)
From wuya02’s photostream.
D.
LOLFERRETS
No, the idea isn’t original. Check out these guys, for example. Or this post.
Still, no one quite has my sensibilities when it comes to pets . . . or humor. Not that I’m at the top of my form tonight, but what the hell. Here goes.
Tonight’s LOLFERRETS is dedicated to Bueller’s obsession with footwear.
What do they find so fascinating about shoes? Stinkier the better, it seems. Perhaps . . .
Between cases today, I filmed the OR gals who have made my professional life bearable these last ten years. Once I cobble together a video, you (and they) will be the first to know.
It’s gonna be special.
D.
I am such an asshole
I went through the office yesterday snapping photos. My employer in Santa Rosa might want to purchase some of my gear; what he doesn’t want, I’ll sell at an office “yard sale.” Anyway, while snapping photos, I held the camera up over the divider for Catrina’s space and said, “HEY, CATRINA!”
Reading contracts tonight
. . . so, pity us.
Or not. Check out Wikipedia’s big list of unusual articles . . . stuff you really won’t find in a print encyclopedia.
Really.
Taylor Mead’s Ass (1965) is a film by Andy Warhol featuring Taylor Mead, consisting entirely of a shot of Mead’s buttocks, and filmed at The Factory. Warhol came up with the idea for the film after reading a review in The Village Voice which said of his previous film Tarzan and Jane Regained… Sort of, that “… people don’t want to see an hour and a half of Taylor Mead’s ass”.
Of course, you knew I had to google her ass. And, damn it, Taylor Mead’s a guy.
D.
P.S.: and when you’re done with Wikipedia’s list of unusual articles, check out LOLCat Bible Translation Project.
20 An Ceiling Cat sayed, waterz bring me phishes, An burds, so kittehs can eat dem. But Ceiling Cat no eated dem.21 An Ceiling Cat maed big fishies An see monstrs, which wuz like big cows, except they no mood, An other stuffs dat mooves, An Ceiling Cat sawed iz good.22 An Ceiling Cat sed O hai, make bebehs kthx. An dont worry i wont watch u secksy, i not that kynd uf kitteh.23 An so teh…fith day. Ceiling Cat taek a wile 2 cawnt.
Hellbore
We saw Hellboy in the theater back in 2004 — pre-blog, so I’ve never reviewed it here. Good movie. While I never felt that Hellboy or his pals were in any real danger, I still cared for them; in particular, the romance between Hellboy and Liz (Selma Blair) engaged me. Hellboy had so many things to make it special: Selma Blair, looking all smoky and goth; Ron Perlman, always a strong stage presence; John Hurt (guess how old he is. No, guess); Nazis awakening Cthulhu; Selma Blair; and Selma Blair. Selma Blair was really good in it, too.
It’s one of those movies we watch over and over again on cable; you know, a film that gets damn near everything right. So of course we were looking forward to Hellboy II: The Golden Army.
My life among the nickle-and-dimers
The good: we made $480 at today’s garage sale. That’s not counting the $230 I made selling our various doors.
The bad: the big stuff didn’t sell. And by “big,” I mean “heavy,” not necessarily “expensive.” In particular, I wanted to unload our junky furniture the sight of which is a pox upon my eyes. As an example, we have an old desk whose current role seems to be cat bed, and that thing weighs a ton. And we have a lot of dirty old aquaria that I’ve been dying to sell.
Okay, here’s the experiment. I’m going to put out one aquarium with a “FREE” sign on it, and we’ll see how fast it disappears. If that works, maybe I’ll do it with a few more.
The ugly: a family came by with all their little kids in tow. Cute kids. We were nice to them, sold them stuff for next to nothing, and I gave away a few things, too. The dad kept trying to bargain us down on little stuff. You know how it goes —
Him: How much do you want for this?
Me: Five dollars.
Him: I’ll give you two.
Me: Make it three.
Him: Two-fifty.
Me: How about THREE.
Second or third time at this, his wife (who appreciates what we’ve given away to her kids) says to him, “Hey, these are nice people! No need to get all Jewish with them.”
Um, as a Jew, I can generally sniff out fellow Jews. These folks weren’t.
It’s sort of like the N word. Black people get to use it, the rest of us don’t. I’m allowed to kid a fellow Jew about being a cheapskate or a hard haggler — though I never would, because it’s an inaccurate and not very funny stereotype — but the rest of y’all back off.
When she left, she thanked us again and gave us a parting “God bless!”
“Blessed be!” I should have said. “May the Goddess shine upon thee!”
I never think of these things until it’s too late.
Live blogging later, maybe eight? I’ll stick around for a while and see who shows up. Hope y’all are having a great weekend. I’m tired and sunburned, but otherwise life is peachy.
D.
Friday Flickr Babe: if you’re going to do it, do it with gusto
As a teenager my brother, bless his heart, used to say that when you saw a woman in her bikini, you were seeing her at her very best*. This made no sense to me. Surely a naked woman made the better eye-feast than the bikini-clad woman? But, no, he was insistent.
I have since seen women with and without their bikinis on, and I can say with absolute certainty that he was wrong, or at the very least, he and I will never agree on this one.