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Showing posts with label P.T.. Show all posts

Monday, March 5, 2012

Thought of Randomosity #4

Why doesn't Subway put out napkins for its patrons? I know they put one or two in the bag, but what if I'm dining in? Or, God forbid, just want some more napkins? Is this some subliminal message that I'm not allowed to make a mess? What happens if when I make a mess? I already used the ones you gave me ... Do I just leave the crumbs on the table for the next person? That's kinda gross. And I've never seen an employee wipe down tables after people leave. (Ew.) I don't want to interrupt someone else in line just for napkins. Why, Subway, can't you just put some napkins on the drink counter? I know I'm not dining on a $50 sandwich at The Ritz, but please don't make me feel like I'm a cave woman. Pretty please?


P.T.
I love Subway, but I don't want to smell like one all day. Can we do something about that, too? Sorry for being needy today, but it's the little things that count. Thanks!


P.T.T
Pretty please ... [head tilt] ... Is the pretty necessary? I mean, if you were asking someone for a favor, would you really want to offer an ugly please? I know, it's probably one of those sayings that just has a nice ring to it, but come on. That'd be kind of funny though, if there were varying beauty levels of pleases.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Coco Want a Cracker?



I've never owned a bird as a pet, but am I the only one who thinks it's odd to put up a lost sign for a parrot? I mean, I guess Texas isn't swarming with wild parrots, so I could imagine a parrot would stick out like a sore thumb compared to all the other gross birds flying around and tagging our cars ... but how exactly does one find a lost parrot? Furthermore ... and I apologize for the next question because it's probably stupid, but again, I've never had a pet bird - will it answer if I start yelling its name? Can I play Marco Polo Coco with it? Will it just be taking a leisurely stroll down the boulevard? I don't have a bird cage, will a cardboard box suffice as long as I poke holes in it? Can you put a leash on a bird? Is that even humane? Pretty sure it's not.

Oh by the way, I was at Kroger last night and there was a dude walking out while I was walking in, talking and laughing out loud while pushing his cart of goodies to his car. I thought maybe he was on the phone using his bluetooth because he had both hands on the cart, but I think Coco was on his shoulder talking back to him! I'm confused. Either Coco is still lost and just landed on the lucky shopper's shoulder as he was walking to his car, or Coco's owner is CooCoo and takes his bird to the grocery store with him. If that's the case, I'm a little concerned about Kroger's policies on bringing pets into the store ... unless Coco is a seeing eye bird (or whatever service birds are used to help people with). Then I guess it'd be okay because its perfectly legal. And I guess that's why Coco's owner put up a lost sign ... and why the reward was $1000. Mystery solved. I think.



P.T. Is that why pirates with eye patches always have parrots on their shoulders?

Monday, June 6, 2011

Put That on Your Cup and Brew It

Dear Starbucks Barista (who bears an odd resemblance to Johnny Depp),

I was looking to you to jump start my day. I know it's Monday, but how 'bout not walking away (thrice, might I add) mid-order and let me know when you're ready so I don't have to repeat myself for the fourth time. I would greatly appreciate it. Also, contrary to your belief, I am not spitting out random letters when you ask me how to spell my name. Though maybe I'll start doing that.

Sincerely,
"Teryn"

P.W.
I do have to give you credit for a close attempt at spelling my name correctly. At least you didn't spell it T-i-f-f-a-n-y (No, really. Someone actually got Tiffany from Taryn.), T-y-r-o-n-e (even though this was my old nickname in basketball), or T-a-n-y-a, which leads me to believe people aren't really listening at all.

P.T.
Ok, fine. You caught me calling the kettle black, I'm not the best at remembering names either ... but I do remember faces.

P.T.T.
What if you did a quick sketch of my face instead of my name? Or, if I blurt out random sound effects, will you write it like they do in the old Batman series with little lightning bolts and such? How 'bout I do a quick little jig? Can you put that on my cup? To save time, you can use stick figures. Let's say I wanted to do "The Shopping Cart" dance. You could draw a little interpretive ditty like this to represent said dance.

This should be a trend.

And speaking of should-be-trends, here's my PSA for today:

Purchase a bottle of Ethos® Water from Starbucks, and they will donate to support humanitarian programs in coffee-growing communities. Ethos® Water spreads awareness about the world water crisis and helps children around the world get clean water.
Contrary to my initial gripe this morning, tip of the imaginary top hat to Starbucks - I'll pay a little extra for a good cause.

*Shopping Cart Dance interpretive sketch is a Marcy Magoo original. Thanks and gig'em!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Honks: Decoded

I had an epiphany the other day during my commute to work amongst my fellow oh-so-pleasant Houston motorists. Every honk has a meaning. Some are very direct and to the point with universal meanings, others have a loose translation that is highly dependent on the situation. Have you ever been stuck behind someone who could move up juuuust a smidge so you can proceed with your right-on-red or your U-turn? I have, and that's why I decided to be polite to the person behind me, who actually had their blinker on, so they could inch by me into the turn lane. But as I inched forward, their blinker quickly disappeared from my rear-view mirror and reappeared into my side-view mirror as half of their car hugged my bumper, and the other half occupied the turn lane. But short of love tapping the person in front of me, I couldn't move up any further. Did you know this crazy person had the nerve to honk at me?! "Hey! Move up!" ... So of course I honked back ... "Dude! What do you think I've been doing for the past ten seconds? Hellooooo, can't you see I'm practically touching the car in front of me? Pipe down back there! Rude." (Yep, my one honk said all that.) This of course made me think of all the different things a honk can say. I took the liberty of interpreting some common honks for you, and for my visual learners I've included a few pictures and a short clip. Let's begin.

Meep*
Mornin’!

Meep Meep
Hey, neighbor! Look, I’m waving at you. 

Like Barbie and Teresa.

Meep*
Go ahead. 

Meep*
Still here. 

Meep Meep
That's what Beaker said.

Meepmeep
Watch out for that trashcan behind you! 
(Quick and friendly as if you’re saying “I’ve got your back.”) 

MEEP MEEP!
You’re about to back into me! 

Peep
Excuse me. Can I get by? 
(This one you try and lightly tap so it sounds a little more polite.) 

Beep
Whoa there! 

BEEP
GO! 

BEEEEEP!
COME ON! IT'S GREEN!

Beep Beep
Pay attention, Buddy! 

Beep! Beep!
Loved that show!

HONNNK
&@#% you!

HONNNK!
&@#% you, too!

HONK! ... HOOONNK! ... HHHOOOONNNNNNNNNK!
What the hell are you doing? ... WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! ... WHATAREYOUDOING?! 
(This honk has so much frustration, you physically brace yourself in your seat as you lay on the horn. This honk is also accompanied by the white-knuckled death grip on the steering wheel, and maybe a little shaking depending on the severity of the situation.)
As seen in the opening scene of Office Space

BEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEEPBE-BEEEEEEPBEEPBEEP! HONNNNNNKHONK!HONK!HONK!HONK!
HONNNNNNNNNNK! 
WE WON! LET’S PARTY! 
(Yes, that’s “We are the Champions” you hear playing in the background.)

BEE-BEE-BEE-BEEP, BEE- BEEP, BEE-BEEP
Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck! 
WHOOP !
(Then there’s the Hullabaloo Fail that ends up sounding more like the aforementioned general celebratory honk. And yes, there’s a difference.)

HHHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!
HELLOOOOOOO. You’re starting to veer into my LAAaaaaanne! No really, I just clenched my cheeks like Nacho Libre, my passenger just grabbed the “oh S*#@” bar and OHMYGOSHWE’REGONNADIIIIIIE!

And just in case you needed one more visual to solidify that last translation, I'll leave you with this.


Nacho Libre - Recreation Clothes
Tags: Nacho Libre - Recreation Clothes


This clip prompts the Nacho Libre effect. It gets me every time.


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* Thanks for your input, dear sweet Rabecki with an 'i'! 

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

That's My Story and I'm Sticking to It

Ok, friends and strangers ... I'm sure you're probably thinking "Make up your mind, woman!" for changing the look of my blog for the third time, but I was trying to figure out what exactly this La-La Land should look like so I can establish a "brand", if you will. It's a lot of pressure! Not really, there are just too many options. Yeah, remember our talk about options and indecisive girls? But I'm pretty confident I like this makeover. I may make a nip here or a tuck there, but I won't go Joan Rivers on you guys. I liked the crazy colors of the last look, but it was getting a little harsh on the eyes. (Read: if I, at 23 with relatively healthy eyes, am having issues reading the thoughts of Marcy Magoo, I don't want to alienate any of my wiser readers.) Enter the current background. It made me think of a Rorschach (pronounced 'Rorshak') ink blot test which I think I thunk is similar to my kind of thinking ... don't ya think? It's random in appearance and when looked at with a different eye, you can find many things in one. Didn't know Marcy was philosophical, huh? It just got real, yo. And the fact that those Rorschach tests are used in psychology to detect underlying thought disorders, especially in cases where patients are reluctant to describe their thinking processes openly? That's just coincidence. Besides, I'll openly tell you my thought patterns... but don't say I never warned you.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

P.W.
I just want to thank everyone for reading! And can we just talk about how I think my favorite part of this blog (aside from the fact that I can get all of these crazy thoughts out) is how I can see what countries have ended up here (by either stumbling across my page and/or on purpose after stumbling)? Aside from my American readers, I've got 10 views from Singapore! I'm really not trying to brag, I just think that is so cool! Who knows if it's one person or 10 people (or any combination in between), but shout out to my Singaporeans!

P.T.
Thoughts, comments and feedback are welcome. Also, if you have a thought you'd like Magoogalized, send it in!


Thanks and Gig' Em
Find more info on Rorschach tests on Wikipedia

Monday, April 25, 2011

Street Names

Winner, Winner!


I like how different areas have themed street names. My neighborhood is a collection of places around the world - except for one that sound like a girl’s name -Sue. Ok, well actually I just learned Sue is a city in Japan. So they are all places. Others areas or neighborhoods have street names inspired by literature, art and music, things found in nature and historic landmarks, local people and Presidents of the United States. And then you have the part of town which you can always tell has been around for a while because of the boring letter/number street names. I guess that’s why we have such interesting street names everywhere else – you can’t exactly make up more letters to the alphabet, but you could just keep using increasingly larger numbers … no, then it just starts to look like the address number. That could get a little tricky, but then I suppose you could just (wait for it) spell out the number! But remember – the number 40 is spelled f-o-r-t-y.  Here’s a theme I’d like to see: the English translation to Native American names. By the way, I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Native Americans.  I just think the longer names would be a little comical when addressing an envelope. No? I mean how do you keep these centered?

Beautiful Badger Going Over the Hill Avenue
Spider Woman at Middle-Age Lane
Singing Chicken Hawk That Soars Parkway
Where the Wind Blows Down the Gap Highway
Yellow Jacket Nest Rising Out Of the Ground Boulevard
Soaring Turkey Vulture Plaza

HAHA



P.T.
This reminds me of the first time I went to Costa Rica with Elle and her family. (Sidenote: if you have not been, you MUST go! No, really, you have to go. I’m passing a law that makes it illegal not to go visit Costa Rica at least once. Ok, fine, just kidding on making a law, but seriously you just need to go. How awesome of a law would that be? By the power vested in me, by the States of Texas and Magoo, I demand each citizen take a trip to Costa Rica. It is absolutely beautiful, the people are friendly and there’s so much to do. Pura Vida!  Ok, back to the original P.T.) After getting our rental car, we went to the leasing office for the condo in Coco and asked for directions on how to get to there. When we asked for street names, she just kind of gave us one of those blank stares and said, “Oh, no, there are no street names here.” I think we ended up getting there by way of landmarks and a hand drawn map … I can’t even remember because I was enamored with the place. But by the end of day two, Elle and I had our own street names for the place because we were trying to figure out how one would send mail to someone in Costa Rica. The “major” highways in Costa Rica have names, but once you get into the smaller towns like Playa del Coco, it would go something a little like this:

Condo A with Ninja Courtyard Pass the 2 groceries, make left turn before all the restaurants and shops, swerve over to avoid hitting stray dogs and quickly approaching oncoming traffic, wave at the man who owns the watermelon fruit stand with the roosters, say “what’s up?” to Shorty – the cute stray puppy you named because he’s adorable and you see him in the same area every time you drive by, veer  left at the bird houses, no wait, those are water and/or electric meters that look like bird houses so they stay dry in the rainy season, continue down road with pretty flowers, squeeze the cheeks a little as you force a smile and nervously wave at the gatekeeper  holding the gun, make sharp U-turn (so really, it’s more like a V-turn) and start the uphill roller coaster ride through the big flowery bushes, immediate steep turn-of-death number one, continue up one lane road on hill, admire pretty houses  on the right, continue around the bend and look out across the bay at the three big rock forms out in the water that you take 50 pictures of, pass the road to nowhere on your left, make final curve around bend, and attempt a very precise three-point-turn-of-death up the steep driveway in your standard vehicle, Coco, (pregnant pause) Costa Rica.

Pull up “Father Rooster’s” in Costa Rica on Google Maps. This is a restaurant right on the beach that we frequented. The address?

Costa Rica
2670 1246

One of the hotels on the main street in Coco? 

A 4km De Playa Del Coco
Puerto Coyolar, Costa Rica
2697 1515

It literally means 4 kilometers from Coco Beach. How freakin’ awesome is that? I’m pretty sure I could get used to no street names if I lived 4km from Coco Beach. There’s just one of everything and you just know where it is – Costa Rica.




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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Restroom Naming Convention

Have you ever noticed how public bathrooms are labeled? Women’s restrooms are usually labeled either ‘Women’ or ‘Ladies’, and men’s restrooms are usually, well, ‘Men’. Rarely have I seen a men’s restroom labeled ‘Gentlemen’. My point, you ask? It just seems that if you call the female restroom ‘Ladies’, shouldn’t you call their male counterpoint’s baño ‘Gentlemen’? You know … “Laaaadies and gentlemennnnnn” … that whole chestnut? When we leddies excuse ourselves from the table, we say we need to go to the ladies’ room, the little girls’ room, or the powder room. Duh, that’s because our restrooms are extravagant lounges filled with plush couches and the aromas of fresh linens and fields of daisies - we rest. That is why we go in pairs. Silly boys, who wants to go sit by themselves? I’ve never heard a man say “I’m going to the gentlemen’s room.” It’s always the men’s room or the little boys' room (or my personal favorite as my grandpa says, “I have an important meeting to get to.”) because, let’s face it, men do MANLY business in their “rest”rooms, and little boys fill the sinks with water, throw toilet paper, give each other swirlies and have contests to see whose stream can go the farthest.  I’m sure by now some of you are wondering how a girl like me knows so much about men’s bathrooms. Well, when you’re a girl at the age of 6 out in public with your dad and your tiny bladder is calling (loudly for the second time since you’ve left the house, and yes, you went before you got in the car), he’s not going to send you into the ladies’ room unsupervised. He takes you with him in the men’s room like any good father would do. (Daddio, I love you to the moon and back, but that was always super awkward and scary. I’m sure it was equally awkward for you, if not more. Thanks for guarding the door.) Anywho, I guess the knights of the roundtable at the Restroom Naming Convention actually knew what they were doing. There is nothing really gentle about the men’s restroom after all.


This is how the Ladies' and Gentlemen's door signs would look.
Here we have a gentleman (marked by his top hat, morning coat, and walking stick) and a lady (marked by the Victorian big booty dress, hat and parasol). They are fit for the Royal Wedding.

This snazzy couple may also be found in the famous painting 
"A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" by Georges Seurat.
Has anyone ever noticed the monkey in this painting?

P.T.
Do you think Victorian women ever asked their husbands, "Does this dress make my butt look big, dear?" (By the way, I typed that in a Mrs. Doubtfire meets Julia Childs voice.) If so, I hope their suitors looked their ladies in the eyes and replied, "Why, yes, my sweet darling, it makes your butt look rather large!" (And that was Michael Cane's voice you just heard). But instead, I'm afraid the gentleman lied out of respect and said her rear end didn't look big because he didn't want to upset her. Which then leaves me to believe the lady added layer after layer under that blasted dress in hopes he'd say her back side did indeed look big and round. "What about now, darling dear? Does THIS make my tail feather look larger?" Victorians ...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

One, Two, Three, For

Fourty  Forty dollars and 00/100 cents. 

Four, fourteen, forty, four hundred, fourth. 

WHY is forty not spelled f-o-U-r-t-y?  I’m pretty sure if Forty could be a contestant on Wheel of Fortune, he’d like to buy a vowel. Ok, I know. There’s a rule for everything in the English language … but there are also exceptions to every stinking rule. Why can’t forty be the exception in this case? 

Google time! Today's query took me to a Yahoo! Answers forum (read, Pandora's Box of crazy answers and opinions).

WARNING: This little nugget triggered all kinds of thoughts and questions.

  1. Sweet Lincoln's Mullet, John P ... you're a genius! You must have many leather bound books and your apartment must smell of rich mahogany. Oh, you're just blowin' smoke and pulled that explanation out of thin air? Well, it makes sense to me, my friend.
  2. Which came first - the number '4' or the word 'four'? Or, 'for'?
  3. When you use a number in formal documents, why do you have to spell out the number in parentheses, or vice versa? Was someone once confused when they saw the number? I mean, I'm all for having different options, (Sidenote: this is why we ladies  tend to  always over-pack our suitcases. Well, that, and we're indecisive.) but is it really necessary, other than for pronunciation's sake, to make a number into a word? Memo: Please bring 2 (two) forms of identification. 2? Oh, TWO! I thought you meant 9.You can't take the numbers away - could you really imagine doing math with words? Yikes!  Solve: Thirty-nine plus four. OK, thirty nine ... plus four, carry the U, is ... Forty-three ...(43).
  4. Speaking of pronunciation ... to, too, and two. Why isn't "two" pronounced "t-woo", and why'd they pick a 'w' of all letters to be silent? The person who spelled bologna must have made that choice.
  5. Are silent letters silent because they're deaf? Or, mute? Or, silent because they're sneaky and ninja-like?
  6. Is your brain hurting yet? Watch this.
  7. Apparently, the addition of the 'u' is supposed to change the pronunciation. If the proper way to say the 'ou' in four is supposed to make a different sound than the 'o-without-the-u' in for, I don't hear it (but I've also got a bit of a twang sometimes). People often pronounce 'for' as 'fer', and 'four' as 'for', due to laziness. Go ahead and practice that one.
  8. If there is no other word that sounds like "forty", WHY can't you just make it "fourty" with a U?
  9. OK John P, this is where your theory flaws. If sour is s-o-u-r, and four is f-o-u-r, why doesn't four sound like sour? Or vice versa - sour like four? Plus, there's no word sourty. Type that in Word and it will squiggle it red!
  10. If vice versa means to reverse the order, what if you vice versa'd vice versa ... versa vice? Would that cancel the reverse and make it straightforward? Nothing in my mind right now is straightforward, so I guess you could kind of say it's in a state of vice versa (and sideways versa).
  11. All of this talk about reversing makes me want to play Uno. Ha! What if Uno recalled every "Reverse" card and replaced them with "Vice Versa"?
  12. Can we please just make an amendment to the Chronicles of Spelling and Grammar? I know these rules are etched in stone tablets and are kept in Bermuda, but can't you just add "Fourty" as an acceptable way to spell out 40? (That's the real reason why ships and planes disappear when they approach the Bermuda Triangle - they start their voyage in hopes of changing these Chronicles, but the second they pop up on the radar, the Lords of Language laugh at their petty attempts at reform and smite them into ashes. Just kidding. I totally made that up.)
  13. Speaking of the Lords of Language, I'm pretty sure the one who made 'syllabi' the plural form of 'syllabus' suffered from a lisp. Just sayin'.
P.W. Did you know the number forty is the only number in the English language that is spelled in alphabetical order? Check it.

P.T. Maybe that's the real reason the 'U' is left out. Hmm!

      Sunday, April 10, 2011

      Coiled Phone Cords

      Photo courtesy of this page


      Can we just talk about how much I dislike the coiled phone cords? I really don't like them. Sure, they take up less space and recoil themselves, but never in a kink/tangle-free fashion. I suppose that's one of the reasons why cordless phones were invented.  But of course the corporate 8 to 5 world never adopted this handy innovation. That'd be kind of weird, though ... employees answering their desk phones, pacing around the office, twiddling with random knick knacks on other people's desks. Maybe that's where the headset came in. But I can't honestly say I'm a fan of those either; they hurt my ears and you feel like you're still wearing it hours after you've taken it off. Maybe I'm just being sensitive, but try wearing a walkie-talkie head set for almost 72 hours (thanks ARC). I couldn't imagine being part of the Secret Service.  So now I've come full circle and am back to square one. That's a lot of shapes for one thought. Apparently there are other people in this world who share my disdain for these cords, which probably inspired the invention of the Swivel Jack that swivels the cord to your every move. I'm still not convinced. I think the only good thing about coiled cords (aside from the fact that they take up less room) is the recoil factor. If you happen to drop the phone you can quickly yank the cord and the phone will come flying back to you. Just be sure you actually catch it and don't give yourself a black eye ... that'd be unfortunate. And kind of funny. I guess I'm just left with untangling my desk phone cord, which isn't really all too difficult, nor does it take much time. It's just a smidge inconvenient when you're a little O.C.D. about certain things. Maybe it's just a reminder not everything can be perfect. C'est la vie.

      P.T.
      Secret Service ... for an organization priding themselves on their secrecy, they certainly don't look very secret. At least the posse protecting the President & Pals doesn't look very secret. I'm sure their actions are indeed quite secret. But, they're all suited-up and stand in that authoritative stance with their heads turned ever so slightly to look out into the distance. Their brows are furrowed not because the sun is in their eyes (the dark shades help with that), but because they want you to know they mean business and they're anticipating the worst when they watch your every move. AND THEY ALL HAVE THE COILED EARPIECE!! No, I'm on to YOU, Mr. Secret Service Man. Just kidding. I'm sure you could have me arrested in .9 seconds for blinking twice and scratching my ear because that could be some secret code of yours. I'm just saying if you're not worried about keeping a secret appearance, why don't you have a little fun with the "uniform"? Dang. I've probably triggered some alarm when I started this P.T. and now have a squad of agents posting up outside my door step waiting for the go-ahead to kick in the door. In which case just ring the doorbell and I'll let you in. I've got some leftover chicken pot pie I can heat up.

      P.T.T.
      In all seriousness, this P.T. (as do most) taught me something. Check out the history of the U.S. Secret Service here if you're interested.

      Thursday, April 7, 2011

      PARTY DANCE!!!!

      The Man continues to surprise me!

      I had to answer the phone just as he was walking in. We made eye contact, he saw that I was on the phone, we smiled, he waved, and quietly said hello as to not interrupt!

      By George, I think I've made it on The Man's list of approved people to acknowledge and speak to.


      The Man has been quite chipper lately ... I'm starting to get nervous.


      P.T. to Elle,
      I hope you have a safe flight to D.C. and have a great time visiting The G Dub! "Whoop!/By George!" for grad school! Start taking notes of all the other future museumians. Also, Hector says hello and wants pictures of the hippos.

      Wednesday, April 6, 2011

      P.T. to 'Thanks and Gig'em!'

      P.T.
      Even The Man commented on what a great game they Lady Ags played last night. Yes that's right, more words.


      Randomly yours,
      Marcy "Starting-to-have-brief-conversations-with-The-Man" Magoo

      Marcy Magoo: Snake Whisperer

      I watched Late Night with Jimmy Fallon the other night for this post.

      He had an animal expert on his show who happens to be quite the hyper little fellow. This guy brought several different animals, one of which was a rattle snake. Correction: HUGE rattlesnake. Before I proceed, have a gander at this short clip from that episode of Late Night.

                 

      I don’t know about you, but I’m with Jimmy on this whole snake hook thing. So you’re telling me that this 3 foot pole with a little hook on the end is supposed to protect me while I manhandle a giant angry rattlesnake? And this Grabber pole that Billy Mays endorsed to save the world from lower back pain is supposed to assist me in getting this monster on the hook? Seriously? You might as well use a pair of serving tongs and a toothpick! Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but I just don’t see how these snake handling tools are safe with today’s standards. Time for a trusty Google search: How to use snake hooks. This gave me Professional Snake Handling Tools and Techniques. Here’s what I found in a chestnut:

      1. People practice these techniques on toy snakes.
      2. This site says “When picking a snake up with a hook, aim roughly for the middle of the body and lift. Be careful not to stab the snake with the hook. Try to be slow and gentle. A snake is less likely to slip off the hook if you can get it all the way off the ground in one smooth move.”
      a.       I say:
                                                                    i.      When learning how to handle a snake, I don’t want to be told to “aim roughly” for anything. I would like precise and exact directions. Thanks.
                                                                  ii.      “Less likely to slip off” … ?!?!?! … Duh! It’s a sthlithery sthneaky sthlippery little sthnaaaake! ON A HOOK!
                  iii. "if" .......such a large word for only having 2 letters.
      3. “Some snakes will not stay on a hook for more than a few seconds, so that may be all the time you have to decide where to put it down.”
      a.       I say: See 2.a.ii
        4.  You can use a combination of common household items if the  cavemen  professional tools are not available. Common household items include: broom/mop handles, shovel, wire hangers, plastic gallon jugs, duct tape, etc.
      a.       I say: You can find me standing on top of something screaming like a maniac. I don’t have professional tools, and I will most certainly NOT rig my own snake trapping apparatus.
        5.  Keep a safe distance when handling snakes
      a.       I say: Yeah, no $*!#, Sherlock.
      b.      Sherlock says: Elementary, my dear Watson.
        6. “You will find that the more you master the knowledge of ‘Snake-Jitsu’, the easier it is to just walk up to a snake and calmly gain immediate control of the animal.”
      a.       I say:
                                                                    i.      ‘snake-jitsu’ … haha
                                                                  ii.      ‘the easier it is to just walk up to a snake and calmly gain control’ …  *Eh. Wrong!* Never. Please refer to 4a.
                                                                iii.      Let’s pretend I did master this knowledge of ‘snake-jitsu': 

      Mr. Snake: “I’m a sthnaaaaake.”
      Me: “Hey, Mr. Snake. What’s up? I’m gonna gain control and move you over here in this pretty mesh bag with this shiny hook. Ya dig?”
      Mr. Snake: “I’m a sthlippery little sthnaaaake.”
      Me: ...whispers...“No, shhhh. Don’t move.”


       ... dramatization ...

      In sum: Even though there are proper tools and handling techniques for moving or capturing snakes, you will find me running for the hills and leaving that mess to the professionals.

      R.I.P Billy Mays… I miss you yelling me into a mindless, mouth-agape daze where I snap back to reality 45 minutes later realizing I’ve just watched an infomercial for some newly invented product that I kind of want, but certainly don’t need. I wish I had a pirate ship and a tug boat so I could test out that Mighty Putty.

       I wonder if Captain Hook was a snake handler.

      Monday, April 4, 2011

      Here's to You, Man

      In my recent post, Sticking It to The Man, I shared with you my daily battle to get The Man to say two simple words - good morning. Rough life, huh?

      Well, dear friends and strangers, I'm pleased to announce that The Man has spoken to me (the first work peon he sees) morning, noon (sometimes), and night every day since the sticking! He has even, wait for it ... said "good morning" first for the past two days! My mind is blown. Here's to you, Man.

      In sum, it's the small things in life that count.

      P.W. I'm adding "peon" to the funny word list.

      P.T. Yup, I just Googled the origin of the word peon, just for giggles, and have adequately validated my reasoning for adding it to the funny word list. The usually semi-credible Wikipedia says-

      And by "employment conditions", they really meant bladder conditions.

      Happy Monday!

      Wednesday, March 23, 2011

      This Page Left Intentionally Blank

      ...Really? Because I'm pretty sure by stating that "this page left intentionally blank", this page is technically no longer "blank". Did someone once feel the need to explain themselves to the reader? Were they getting constant phone calls? Or did they choose to skip to page 2 to begin writing because the pressure was just too great for the perfect thing to write? I'm a fan of the latter.

      Welcome to my brain!

      P.S. Ok, wait. How come it's always been P.S.? Yes, I know it's postscript, but why not P.W. for post-writing?  I'm not writing in script....P.P. (post print?). P.S. does have a nice ring when you say it aloud, but so does P.Dub.

      P.W. Speaking of constant phone calls for questions, I wonder what kind of questions the customer comments and/or questions hotlines receive...and how exactly does the hotline employee on the other end respond? Project!

      ........P.T. - post thought? No? P.T.

      P.T.T. (P.T.Tangent) Too bad I can't retroactively copyright my initials (TM) so that anytime someone trademarks something, I could collect royalties. $$$$! Which came first: the trademark or the copyright?

      The tangents continue...DUN DUN DUNNNNN!