Slow Walkers
Here is a random thought for the day:
Have you ever noticed that the people who walk the slowest always walk side-by-side, making it impossible to get around them. I wouldn’t doubt that these are likely to be the same people that drive 50 mph in the passing lane.
Your Local on the 8s
As I sat on my couch this morning waiting for “Local on the 8s” to come on The Weather Channel, I realized something: How utterly moronic the weather guys look standing out in the middle of hurricane force winds talking about chunks of debris flying through the air.
Here are grown adults, in most other ways seemingly intelligent, standing out in the middle of 130 mph winds, watching chunks of metal, garbage, and other various debris blow down the street. Often times they will jerk out of the way, “Oh that piece almost hit me,” they exlcaim. I’ve seen them trying to not be literally blown away as they discuss the force of the winds. This morning, I actually saw one of these dopes say, “If you are in the Miami area, have not lost your cable, and you are watching us… Don’t go outside!”
I guess that these are your basic weatherpeople, a job once consisting of standing in front of a blue screen and pointing at silly, smiley-face sunshine icons, now getting the chance to look like real journalists. The problem is, they actually look stupid (to me anyway). And how much debris flying around do we need to see to know what a Cat 3 hurricane looks like?
One of these days, one of these people is going to get killed. The weather media community will morn and discuss how brave a reporter he or she was. Then they will all be standing out there again when the next storm comes along, risking their lives for the sake of “news.”
Oh, by the way, if you haven’t noticed, this “news” supercedes all local weather on The Weather Channel. If you live in any other part of the US, you won’t get your “Local on the 8s” because why would you care whether you need to take an umbrella to work or not when South Florida is being pummeled by a hurricane. Endless hours of bending palm trees and flying cardboard at the same intersection are much more newsworthy than whether it is going to rain in Chicago.
Duct Tape Wallet
This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Ok, maybe not THE coolest, but it is clever. Ok, maybe not clever… Actually, it’s probably kind of dumb. But who knew Duct Tape could be so useful?
Most people agree that Duct Tape can save you money on costly repair bills but did you know that you could create a wallet to hold all of the money you’ve saved? It’s not as difficult as it sounds and in just a few simple steps, you could be the proud owner of this year’s most important fashion statement (Duct Tape is my life).
Full step-by-step instructions for your very own Duct Tape wallet are available directly from 3M:3M Canada | 3M Scotch Duct Tape | Duct Tape Workshop.
UPDATE: The 3M Duct Tape Workshop is (temporarily?) closed! Bummer!
But despair not, Duct Tape Apprentice! Here are some other sites and tutorials that may interest you:
More things with duct tape:
- Another good tutorial is on Instructables.com
- The Duct Tape Guys’ How to make it yourself with duct tape
- Duct tape ipod shuffle case
- All kinds of stuff at ducttapefashion.com
(The Mythbusters have since done an episode on all things Duct Tape where they built a sailboat out of Duct Tape. Unfortunately, they did not get the plans from me.)
Urban Legend?
So there is some kind of rumor circulating that, on certain elevators, if you push “Door Close” and your floor at the same time, it puts the elevator into “express mode” and will go right to the floor without stopping. I viewed this information with a certain sense of skepticsm, but nevertheless, it sounded good to me and was worth checking out. I felt it deserved special attention in my building since, a few floors below me, there is a company that occupies several floors. Their employees are constantly “interrupting” my trips to and from the lobby with their single floor “jaunts.” What better way to avoid these extra stops than with my own personal express elevator.
So I had been pushing “Door Close” in combination with my floor or the lobby (depending on my direction) and experiencing some success. I wasn’t making any stops along the way. Since this is unusual, especially during “rush hour,” I thought things were working out rather well.
However (you saw that one coming, didn’t you?), yesterday, after pushing the combination for the lobby, I made several stops along the way. Well, that shoots that idea. So it is either “urban legend” or my elevator isn’t one of those equipped with such fancy features. Personally, I think I’m storing this one in the “urban legend” category.
Wheatgrass
OK, I have have been getting gradually worse at taking care of myself nutritionally. I mean, I want to eat better, live healthy, and take vitamins, but I just don’t. My body continues to crave greasy foods, fat, and sugar. But there is hope on the horizon. I like Jamba Juice and there is one just below my office. I have often been curious about the Wheatgrass shots. I’m sure they are healthy (at least they sound like they are) but it just sounded so digustingly gross. In fact here’s a litte story about how my daughter feels about it:
The whole family went to Jamba Juice the other day on the way back from the farm. They have the fresh wheatgrass growing on the counter for when you order it. As we were making our decsions about what we were getting, my oldest daughter asked what it was for. I told her that they squeeze the juice out of it to make a drink. She responded, “I don’t want to drink grass, daddy.”
I didn’t make her drink any.
So, today, I got a little brave and decided I would give it a shot (no pun intended). They serve a 1 oz and a 2 oz shot. I decided that being a newbie and all to the wheatgrass crowd, I would start off with the 1 oz. They offered a slice of orange with the shot. “How nice,” I thought. So foul that you need a something afterwards to wash it down. I decided I had better go with the orange slice as well.
They cut my grass, put it in the grinder, and poured my shot. It looked like pea green soup. I picked up the cup and figured I would just gulp it down. And you know what? It was not that bad. It was an interesting flavor. Not foul as I had expected, but rather it was sweet in a green kind of a way. I didn’t feel the need to quickly grab and suck down my orange slice to wash it down.
Maybe there is hope for me yet.
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