Thursday, February 28, 2008

I Bet Herbie Hancock Had A Hard Time...

They once did a study on whether or not your name would have any determining factor on who you became. 

I have a friend who's always joked about naming a son "Sue".  He said it would build character and probably toughen up the kid because of all the fights he would end up getting into.  And I wonder.  Being a boy named "Sue" has to have *some* effect.  Maybe it *would* make you tougher.  Or at least have a better sense of humor.

Or maybe it would just make you hate your dad.

Most of us don't get to pick our own names, but in this digital age we get to pick our screen presences.  And I'd love to see a study on how these names reflect our personalities.  Because they are *chosen* by us.  There *must* be a correlation.   Even if you take the "Susan64782" that AOL gave you because you're so damn unimaginative, it still says something about you.

And these days, our screen names can be used almost as often as our real names.  Yesterday I was watching the news and they were going through viewer's email comments.  There was one very serious comment signed off by "BigGurlzWitBrowneez".

Oh, it makes you wonder.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Probably Not A Repeat Customer

Came across this in PC Mag (yes, I'm a geek) and had to go check it out for myself. 


JunkMail Greetings

Sunday, February 17, 2008

It's Called "Sampling".

Sometimes you come across something which is the world's biggest revelation to you. But it sucks when it appears that everyone else in the world has always known.

The other day the kid spins some toy which kickstarts a melody. It's the ABC song, so I start to sing along. I'm up to Q, when Carol walks in singing, "Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."

Dramatic pause.

They're the same song! "ABC" and "Twinkle, Twinkle" are the same song!

I feel like I'm at the end of "The Crying Game" all over again.

Pre-Spring Cleaning!

We're having a clearance sale on a boxed set of notecards. 13 for $13!

Greetings include:

You're a special kind of crazy
Jesus loves you... but I hear He's not picky.
You know you can't return it, right?
Welcome to reality. Here's your shovel.
It's a good thing you're pretty
Someday, I hope to be as good as you think you are.
Sometimes I love you. Sometimes.
When I found out, the fourth person I thought of was you.
Your probation officer must be so proud.
There's no 'I' in 'you're a moron'.
Why can't you be more like your sister.
I admire your low standards.

Come visit our site and see the rest of our selection!


Monday, February 11, 2008

Say Hello To My Little Friend

I've been blessed with a condition known as "finger-toes". These are long, extra-dexterous toes capable of picking up small objects, dialing phones, minor watch repair, etc. It was something my dad had, and wasn't shy about using.

The worst thing my dad used to do was pinch us with his toes. The one thing about finger-toes is that they have the strength of like 8 fingers. (Two hands!) As the old joke goes, "Finger-toes are like regular fingers all hopped up on coke."

But it wasn't just the strength. Your dad's toes are a pretty gross thing to start off with when you're 10. And to top things off, he had a bit of a fungal infection that made his toenails look like cornchips. So you'd be doing something you're not supposed to be doing, keeping an eye on the upper half of your parents, and out of nowhere toes would come and assail you. It was almost like they were a separate entity. The top half is casually reading a paper, and the bottom half is like a swarm of punishing lobsters.

I have vowed to use my finger toes only for good, not evil. Picking up cheerios, passing toys, soft caresses when the kid hurts himself.

The kid is showing some mad skillz as well. As often as not, when he drops something, he goes for it with his feet before using his hands.

But there's a bit of the dark side in him. With unclipped nails, he's more like a swarm of snapping turtles. Pinchy to pinchy in three generations.