Blowfuzzy von Sassy sent me this link in December to the story where a pet owner committed suicide, leaving behind pugs Harry and Sally, and the poor puppies was hongry when no one noticed for a couple weeks, so they ate what edible thing was available.
Said BFvS: yea, I want the one who has tasted human flesh, right
Uh, quite.
*snerk*
Monday, February 22, 2010
dry skin remedy from Shibui
Let me start off by saying Shibui is a small company in Dallas co-founded by a friend of mine. She doesn't give free product to me and didn't ask me to advertise this.
Shibui makes a body butter bar that is fantastic for dry skin. It's in a container like a deodorant stick, but is shea butter and is sooooo good for your skin. The one I use has a very light scent of lemon grass and this one is lavender.
I've been searching for the perfect moisturizer for absolute yonks, and this is the only one that has seemed to not simply coat my skin with a greasy film, but actually makes my skin moist and softer. Yays!
Maybe you're a freak of nature and not suffering dry skin in all the heated air we enjoy indoors in a winter like this one, but if you're like me, you'll love this stuff. Srsly.
Shibui makes a body butter bar that is fantastic for dry skin. It's in a container like a deodorant stick, but is shea butter and is sooooo good for your skin. The one I use has a very light scent of lemon grass and this one is lavender.
I've been searching for the perfect moisturizer for absolute yonks, and this is the only one that has seemed to not simply coat my skin with a greasy film, but actually makes my skin moist and softer. Yays!
Maybe you're a freak of nature and not suffering dry skin in all the heated air we enjoy indoors in a winter like this one, but if you're like me, you'll love this stuff. Srsly.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
this weekend in Dallas County...
Went to Dallas County this weekend. First part was a trip through Dallas, specifically through Lakewood, and then on to see my folks. I was astonished how everyone had been having a lot of tree work done, apparently. There were lots of tree bits on the parkway in front of pretty much every house, and in some cases yards looked naked where only the stumps remained of what had been massive trees. It wasn't until I got to my folks' house that I realized these trees had massive limbs break off with the weight of the one foot of snow they got a little over a week ago.
In the picture, you can see the piles of trees on either side of the street. Huge piles. Some sections of the street were crowded by the branches on both sides. Eerie.
Sunday, Puppy Sunday: post of puppehs past...
Wow! I have to look at these every so often to remember when they were both still babies.
Awwww! I admit I'm biased, but they were amazingly cute puppies. These were taken in Fall 2008. Chuy was about 2-3 months old, and Praline about 6 months, or so...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
B-Movie Saturday
I saw Frankenhooker in Dallas at the Inwood Theatre hosted by JoeBob Briggs. I laughed and laughed. Even the voiceover on the trailer seems impossibly cheap and seedy.
Good times.
After his girlfriend is tragically killed in a lawnmower accident leaving only her head behind, a budding young scientist harvests body parts from hookers to bring his girlfriend back to life. Some assembly required.
Good times.
After his girlfriend is tragically killed in a lawnmower accident leaving only her head behind, a budding young scientist harvests body parts from hookers to bring his girlfriend back to life. Some assembly required.
Friday, February 19, 2010
One that satisfies my artistic needs...
Or not.
Or just healthcare needs.
This coming Monday will mark my first day as official employee of Big Corporation. March 1 I'll have health insurance coverage with no preExisting waiting period. And vacation days. Paid. And sick leave. Paid. *giddy*
This must be a mark of sashaying into middle age-- I give a crap about the healthcare benefit. Then again, I am an habitual pneumonia-getter, so the medical coverage definitely rates...
Funny thing was I was mistaken about when I went on break Thursday morning. Thought I'd left at 9:50, but I'd actually left at 9:45. So I was back at my cube, goofing off and my boss called me and said "You've been on break for 19 minutes. I need to see you in my office. Immediately."
Liqui-poo. Seriously. I could have soiled myself right there. She never gets mad at me and today she sounded really pissed. Crap! I got over there and she told me the temp service wouldn't be employing me any more because the company was hiring me permanently. In a scene which was actually much less rife with cliche and gooey sentiment than you'd imagine, there were tears and hugs.
She told me that she finally was at liberty to tell me that people all over the building (especially some of the folks in quality) were demanding that she find a way to get me hired. She said they were all saying "we can't let her go!"
I didn't tell you at the time, but there were a couple tiny issues (resolved in my favor) that happened at the worst possible moment-- when they were considering bringing the temps in as permanent employees. I was still on a probationary program (along with the others), but they offered jobs to all of those people at the end of October. Since November, I've been the only temp in customer service at the company, and I've just been trying to fly under the radar and not call attention to myself, in case they should decide to let me go. The irony was that most of the quality hiccups of mine were overturned, and I made it off of the probationary program around the beginning of the year with very high marks, and I know that some of the people they'd hired were on the probationary program well after I'd gotten off of it. One of life's little ironies, I suppose.
Anyway, the good news is that things feel much more secure in the employment arena, and that's a nice feeling. I've earned this.
Or just healthcare needs.
This coming Monday will mark my first day as official employee of Big Corporation. March 1 I'll have health insurance coverage with no preExisting waiting period. And vacation days. Paid. And sick leave. Paid. *giddy*
This must be a mark of sashaying into middle age-- I give a crap about the healthcare benefit. Then again, I am an habitual pneumonia-getter, so the medical coverage definitely rates...
Funny thing was I was mistaken about when I went on break Thursday morning. Thought I'd left at 9:50, but I'd actually left at 9:45. So I was back at my cube, goofing off and my boss called me and said "You've been on break for 19 minutes. I need to see you in my office. Immediately."
Liqui-poo. Seriously. I could have soiled myself right there. She never gets mad at me and today she sounded really pissed. Crap! I got over there and she told me the temp service wouldn't be employing me any more because the company was hiring me permanently. In a scene which was actually much less rife with cliche and gooey sentiment than you'd imagine, there were tears and hugs.
She told me that she finally was at liberty to tell me that people all over the building (especially some of the folks in quality) were demanding that she find a way to get me hired. She said they were all saying "we can't let her go!"
I didn't tell you at the time, but there were a couple tiny issues (resolved in my favor) that happened at the worst possible moment-- when they were considering bringing the temps in as permanent employees. I was still on a probationary program (along with the others), but they offered jobs to all of those people at the end of October. Since November, I've been the only temp in customer service at the company, and I've just been trying to fly under the radar and not call attention to myself, in case they should decide to let me go. The irony was that most of the quality hiccups of mine were overturned, and I made it off of the probationary program around the beginning of the year with very high marks, and I know that some of the people they'd hired were on the probationary program well after I'd gotten off of it. One of life's little ironies, I suppose.
Anyway, the good news is that things feel much more secure in the employment arena, and that's a nice feeling. I've earned this.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
floating cannonball
Wow.
Isn't it supposed to be unhealthy to breathe air in a room with open containers of mercury, though?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sears Kit Houses
Did you know that Sears used to sell mail order kits for houses?
*nodding seriously*
From 1908 to 1940, Sears sold about 70,000-75,000 of their kit homes. It's actually really, really cool to think how many old houses you drive past daily may have been someone's mail-order dream house. On this page, you can click on 5 different year spans which showcase some of the different houses available in that period. What was really cool is that people could design their own house, send their ideas off to Sears and Sears would ship them the plans and all the materials. Interesting to think how people were encouraged to customize the plans, isn't it? Sears had affordable financing options for people, and they guaranteed they'd ship you enough materials to build the house except for brick, cement or plaster.
*nodding seriously*
From 1908 to 1940, Sears sold about 70,000-75,000 of their kit homes. It's actually really, really cool to think how many old houses you drive past daily may have been someone's mail-order dream house. On this page, you can click on 5 different year spans which showcase some of the different houses available in that period. What was really cool is that people could design their own house, send their ideas off to Sears and Sears would ship them the plans and all the materials. Interesting to think how people were encouraged to customize the plans, isn't it? Sears had affordable financing options for people, and they guaranteed they'd ship you enough materials to build the house except for brick, cement or plaster.
This also brings to mind the fact that financing homes is very different now than it was 100 years ago. Up until the depression, the few people who could get home loans brought 50% of the house sale price in cash to the closing, and the lender would finance the other half. These days, it's pretty incredible to think of parting with the equivalent of that much dosh in one sitting as they would do back then. What would be left to stuff your mattress with?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Swimmy interlude...
It's strange to reach the middle of February in North Texas without having seen a single day worthy of shorts and flip-flops since before Thanksgiving. The sun broke through today and though it was still cold, it seemed warmer just for the brightness. Soon it'll be 110 degrees or so and we won't remember that fluke of a long, actual winter we're having this time.
For now, here's a swimmy interlude. Ricardo Montalban was not just another pretty accent. Here he frolics in the pool with Esther Williams.
For now, here's a swimmy interlude. Ricardo Montalban was not just another pretty accent. Here he frolics in the pool with Esther Williams.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Why she did it...
This teaser for a story about the husband of the Alabama university professor shooter was, uh, very special:
Wow. I didn't know about the pipe-bomb thingie. Why didn't he just say "my wife's not a nut, they never proved anything."
I clicked on the link because I sort of expected him to express surprise at the shootings because she was adamantly opposed to firearm use of any kind, or somesuch, but I didn't see a statement to that effect.
I believe in second chances for people-- truly I do-- but I wonder how anyone who accidentally shot her brother could be deemed fit to be schoolin' the fruit of others' loins. Apparently, she shot her brother in the gut a few times with a 12-ga so she already had her second and third chances.
Frankly, I think she went on a murderous rampage due to a lack of personal cuteness. That shit's deadly. Pretty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
James Anderson tells paper both were cleared in in Massachusetts pipe-bomb
investigation and that Bishop's brother died in accidental shooting.
Wow. I didn't know about the pipe-bomb thingie. Why didn't he just say "my wife's not a nut, they never proved anything."
I clicked on the link because I sort of expected him to express surprise at the shootings because she was adamantly opposed to firearm use of any kind, or somesuch, but I didn't see a statement to that effect.
I believe in second chances for people-- truly I do-- but I wonder how anyone who accidentally shot her brother could be deemed fit to be schoolin' the fruit of others' loins. Apparently, she shot her brother in the gut a few times with a 12-ga so she already had her second and third chances.
Frankly, I think she went on a murderous rampage due to a lack of personal cuteness. That shit's deadly. Pretty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
It's the...year of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight...
Or somesuch.
Anyhoo, I was a kid when this came out and didn't appreciate it so much, but through the years, Al Stewart's The Year of the Cat has ultimately enthralled me with its lovely bones and virtuouso piano line, and an appreciation for another song about a mysterious dame in the film noir tradition. Here's a video from the period of its release,
and then one from 1991 Al recorded live with just his guitar and Tori Amos noodling on the pi-anny. The sound is not impeccable here, but I love the performance, nonetheless.
Chinese calendar peels a leaf to the year of the Tiger today. Have a nice one. Sharpen your talons. Preen your whiskers. Paw litter all over the place.
Anyhoo, I was a kid when this came out and didn't appreciate it so much, but through the years, Al Stewart's The Year of the Cat has ultimately enthralled me with its lovely bones and virtuouso piano line, and an appreciation for another song about a mysterious dame in the film noir tradition. Here's a video from the period of its release,
and then one from 1991 Al recorded live with just his guitar and Tori Amos noodling on the pi-anny. The sound is not impeccable here, but I love the performance, nonetheless.
Chinese calendar peels a leaf to the year of the Tiger today. Have a nice one. Sharpen your talons. Preen your whiskers. Paw litter all over the place.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Poopy Valentine
A Minnesotan farmer made a gigantic Valentine out of cow manure for his wife of 37 years in a snowy field.
AWWWWWW.
Ode on a Grecian Patty Melt...
Eating habits are just a smidge different out here than were they in Dallas. I'm not criticizing but am merely observing. There's many an eatery out here where there's not a single good choice on the menu, health-wise. I'm loving the blue-plate aneurysm special, really, but certain discoveries here have had an *ahem*-- a-- well, a deleterious effect on my otherwise cast-iron stomach. In specific, I speak of the patty melt. Oh, I come to praise patty melts, not to bury them. But the patty melt comes with a price that'll get you in the end. I've probably heard the term "patty melt" over the course of my life hundreds of times, but never got around to asking what it was. I figured it was pretty much a cheeseburger, right?
Wrong.
A patty melt is chopped, caramelized onions mixed with ground beef and cheese, sort of a sloppy Joe consistency festooned between two buttery slices of Texas toast. I like to think of it as a Sloppy Bubba.
Anyhoo. Sloppy Bubba does bad, bad things to my innards. Yes, I know this is a phenomenal overshare, but I'm writing this Friday night and thinking this weekend will probably bring occasion to go down to the local greasy spoon [The Feed Bag] and get my recommended daily allowance of Sloppy Bubba.
And now for a palate cleanser I give you a picture of a tree I took Thursday:
Wrong.
A patty melt is chopped, caramelized onions mixed with ground beef and cheese, sort of a sloppy Joe consistency festooned between two buttery slices of Texas toast. I like to think of it as a Sloppy Bubba.
Anyhoo. Sloppy Bubba does bad, bad things to my innards. Yes, I know this is a phenomenal overshare, but I'm writing this Friday night and thinking this weekend will probably bring occasion to go down to the local greasy spoon [The Feed Bag] and get my recommended daily allowance of Sloppy Bubba.
And now for a palate cleanser I give you a picture of a tree I took Thursday:
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