Thursday, July 31, 2008

do WHAT?






Some astounding logos we've found 'round the interwebs today.



Won't somebody think of the children?





This is a logo for a pharmacy.






....and jazzboobs!



My kids are totally going to daycare at the kidsexchange.


Wow. I don't have any words for that.


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

whoa!

NESS CITY, Kan. - A man whose girlfriend sat on a toilet for so long that the seat adhered to her body will spend six months on probation.

Kory McFarren pleaded no contest last month to a misdemeanor count of mistreatment of a dependent adult. A judge sentenced him Tuesday to six months in jail but granted the probation after the victim, Pam Babcock, asked for leniency.

"She didn't believe that her circumstances were his fault," Ness County Attorney Craig Crosswhite said.

Babcock's plight became known in February when McFarren called the Ness County sheriff, expressing concern about his live-in girlfriend. When authorities arrived, they found Babcock physically stuck to the toilet.

McFarren told police Babcock had refused to come out of the bathroom for two years. Medical personnel estimated she'd been sitting on the toilet for at least a month and said the seat had adhered to sores on her body.

She is now under the protection of a guardian who was appointed through the legal department at the hospital where she received treatment.

Also Tuesday, McFarren was sentenced to six months in jail for an unrelated charge of lewd and lascivious behavior for exposing himself to a teenage neighbor in March.

Monday, July 21, 2008

HOTTEST.MAN.EVER.

http://whywomenhatemen.blogspot.com/2008/07/weasel-woke-up-to-beautiful-saturday.html

OH YEAH.

Just.. Orlando. (with jesus sighting)

I went to Orlando for work this week. I now totally and completely understand why people laugh at Florida.

The Orlando airport is the only airport I've ever been in where people seem to think that SHOES are totally optional.

I witnessed a man using a Ford Explorer to tow another car. Unfortunately, he had it hooked to the bumper with a piece of twine/rope. No hitch, and nothing to make the smaller car stop. The good news is that people like that will get killed. The bad news is that they'll probably take someone else out on the way.

I counted 7 pinky rings and diamond rings, both on men, in a half an hour.

A 8 year old child in the hot tub at 11 p.m. was eloquently pontificating his viewpoint on Barack Obama, who he kept referring to as "BO." The viewpoint was based entirely on things he's heard while listening to the Rush Limbaugh show.

I found a tank top with skulls all over it and "ORLANDO!" written across the boobs in script.

Best of all?

I found Seashell Jesus in a tourist shop. MULTIPLES. Sadly, these Jesui did not light up, however, they came in different sizes and had a little stick on thingie that said "FLORIDA." Jesus was glow-in-the-dark.





http://www.orlandofloridasucks.com/

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

UPDATE! - Gods Grotto By The Sea

Seashell Jesus was procured Saturday morning from the clutches of the aging pageant queen to the tune of $15, and worth every penny.

He is now an interstate traveller, attending a wedding in West By God Virginia and then road-tripping up to Coatesville, Pennsylvania. He is currently awaiting pickup at a farm in Fairfax Station, Virginia, where we will take more pictures and then foist him on my sister as a housewarming gift.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Jesus H Christ on a... seashell?

Margie and I went to the world's most amazing yard sale yesterday. Hosted by an aging pageant queen named Dora Lee or something to that effect who was very much a few fruit loops short of a full box, we rifled through boxes upon boxes of things until we found... God's Grotto By The Sea, aka, Seashell Jesus. It lights up. Apparently it was made in Italy and therefore it is considered "valuable" and I'm quite regretting not purchasing it as a housewarming gift for my dear sister.


"The chuppah is closer than you think!"

Are you Jewish, and want to get married? Perhaps this might pique your interest. I think it's like The Rules for Jews.

Oh yes, and there are games:

"The Discovery Wheel is a simpler, more direct communication tool that singles can play on dates to ask each other specific questions about their lives and dreams."

(PS anyone ever hear of having a conversation?)

And speaking of The Rules, those chicks have recorded a RAP SONG. Hey, "Just do the Rules." It's "inspirational," according to their website. Hmm.

On a slightly related note, we can all rest assured knowing that these men will never get laid, no matter how good they think their game is.

(posted by Katie)

This blog would not be complete...


without the Phyllis Diller chickens.


Every year, our friend Margie goes to the Pennsylvania Farm Show for homemade donuts and to stare at all the krazy people that live on farms in Pennsylvania. She swore up one side and down the other that they had chickens that look like Phyllis Diller, so this year I decided to make the trek to Harrisburg and see for myself.





Indeed they do.






Tuesday, July 8, 2008

invtnv splng

I heard on the radio this morning that more schools are allowing the practice of "inventive spelling," which allows children to spell incorrectly as a reflection of their development as a speller. It does not deem the child's spelling "incorrect," as that would be damaging to the child's self-esteem.

I'm constantly hearing grown ups bitch that their young new hires can't write a sentence, can't spell, and are somewhat illiterate despite their degrees. Heck, *I* bitch about that all the time and in my day, we didn't walk uphill both ways in the snow, barefoot, just to get some good old fashioned book learning. However, we did learn to spell. And I do not feel that my "development" as a writer or a person was hampered by it, in fact, I am grateful that I was taught properly. And I went to Liberal Land for school, if there was ANY evidence that this truly helped our self-esteem, believe me, they would've done it. We had Diversity Awareness Week, for goodness sake, where we devoted time to figuring out that we were mostly white but that Different is Good.

"constructivists are likely to believe that the child is inventing spellings in accord with his or her understanding of language and print," claims Wikipedia. I'm pretty sure this means that NO ADULT READS TO THEM therefore they have NO understanding of language or print. Then again, they also claim that "constructivists" also feel that "because knowledge is cultural, there are no right answers."

Let me get this straight: it is acceptable to allow a child to misspell because you may hamper their development as a speller and harm their self-esteem if you insist that they do it correctly, however, you're complaining because now your workforce can't write and calls mommy every time someone corrects them?

I'm not having children. Not if this is what they have to contend with. On the plus side, I now totally understand all those resumes I'd previously just been throwing out and writing off as "too stupid to work here."

In Memoriam...

Jesse Helms, 1921-2008.

I don't think there's a more fitting tribute than watching the Gay Men's Chorus sing "On The Street Where You Live" outside his house. Or "What The World Needs Now (is Love, Sweet Love)" outside his office.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd62dptmpBk

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Totally newsworthy!!!

The pregnant man has given birth.

Excellent Laws

http://hamptonroads.com/2008/07/its-law-it-will-make-you-laugh
http://www.professorcornbread.com/humor/jokes/bizarre.php

It is illegal to push a live moose out of a moving airplane.

It is illegal to carry a concealed ice-cream cone. (TEXAS!)

One may have sexual relations with a porcupine. (How does this even work?!)

A law in Alexandria, Minnesota makes it illegal for a husband to make love to his wife if his breath smells like garlic, onions, or sardines. (uh, we AGREE!)

Hotel owners in Hastings, Nebraska are required by law to provide a clean, white cotton nightshirt to each guest. According to the law, no couple may have sex unless they are wearing the nightshirts. (Hawt)

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Oooooh, ahhhhh...

How could we call ourselves a D.C. blog without offering fireworks on the Fourth of July? As we will not actually be blogging this Fourth, thanks to the joy of federal holidays, we invite you to amuse yourself in advance by creating your very own "firework display" at http://www.pbs.org/capitolfourth/fireworks.html.

The folks at PBS promise it's "just like the exciting display that lights up the sky in Washington, D.C."

Yeah.

(Posted by Katie)

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

dreams...

Last night I had a dream where the landlord died and the house went up for auction immediately (it also turned from reasonably tidy to an absolute mess overnight, and someone had stolen the dining room table to sing songs around, piano bar style). The neighborhood biddies were using it as a gathering place to mourn Mrs. Landlord and they kept requesting Smirnoff Ice. I was flipping out because a proper virginia hostess should always have the right food on hand, but like, no one I know drinks smirnoff ice, so I had to send someone to the store for smirnoff. I kept trying to ply them with fizzy peach wine but that only kind of worked.

more from Texas...


Zweigel's premium "Texas Brand" hot dogs... from Rochester, New York.
Is that kind of like how Texas Pete Hot Sauce is "a North Carolina original"?