Anybody remember Men Without Hats? They were a two-hit wonder band in the 80s. I was talking to my wife about their The Safety Dance song, and we were talking about how their music video had a dancing midget with a jester hat (awesome!).
So I got to thinking about how different that was, then realized it was nothing new:
Dancing midgets for teh win!
Hallowe'en candy for zombies:
When I arrived at the Hyatt Regency San Francisco airport hotel this evening, they gave me a room key and when I opened the room, some older Asian dude was in it, he had just gotten out of the shower. Thankfully he was already dressed. We both had room keys for the same room. It wasn't too cool of a thing to do to me.
I went back downstairs and talked to the check-in desk and got a new room, but it's not what they promised. They said they'd move me tomorrow if I called and reminded them. What a hassle. They did give me a coupon for a free breakfast buffet. I'm not sure if that offsets the embarrassment or not.
So how, you may ask, did our trip to Silverwood go the other day?
Quite well, thank you. I ran in to my brother and his family there, as well as two undercover superheroes I'll call Wolfman and Nipple Boy. You can probably guess how we figured out their names.
We went down the new water ride twice (you go down on a big raft), it was a blast, and I recommend getting as many people in the raft as possible for maximum splashage. Unfortunately it was the last day for Boulder Beach this season, so you'll have to wait for next year.
Here's an interesting sign for you:
At least these hookups aren't in hot tubs…
Oh, by the way, despite the intermittent trees, I wasn't in the woods taking this picture, honest.
I have a funny story to tell that happened here yesterday. One of our classroom trainers (not an employee of the company, but a "power user"), let's call him Gary, came to the registration office yesterday morning with a request. He met this redhead in the hot tub last night, and after chatting her up, realized she was here for the same training he was teaching, but not the same class. After speaking with her, he "realized" she should be in his class, and asked us if we could change her location. We obliged.
When they arrived at our remote location (Gary drove, and let her ride with him instead of taking the bus), our employees there thought they were long-time friends because they knew so much about each other. She sat right in the front row, directly in front of Gary.
When our VP called looking for Gary to talk to him about their dinner plans (but couldn't find him), he (the VP) asked us to track Gary down. We called back to the office where Gary was teaching, but he'd already left. Apparently Gary was overheard making new dinner plans with "one of his students".
What happens in Coeur d'Alene stays in Coeur d'Alene, I guess.
Thanks to Ben for the scary link of the week: lolcode.com
Mr. Pookies was being all cuddly this morning as I was about to get in the shower. He loves his morning cheek rubs and back scratches, but I hit that mysterious switch that all cats have—the one that turns them from love-me-pet-me kitty to you're-bigger-than-me-but-I-have-claws kitty and he went feral on me.
I mean really feral: he attacked my foot and left a long scratch. He wanted my hand real bad, and his mouth was open like he could already taste it. His eyes had that crazy cat look. If you have cats, you know what I'm talking about. He started meowing at me and I had to grab my towel from the rack and throw it over him to distract him. It didn't work, he shrugged it off and tried to go around it to get me. I battled him for about 45 seconds, moving the towel in front of him while he was trying to get around it to my tasty, tender exposed skin. He sprang up at me once and almost got me over the towel, but I saw it coming and dodged. Finally I got hold of him while he was crouched down avoiding the towel smothering I was trying to give him. I put him in the shower and he frolicked in the water for a while then was back to normal-kitty mode.
Going right along with yesterday's theme, here's another "hammer" story:
Joel Ricks told authorities that his wife Amy told him she had a surprise for him. He said she blindfolded him and led him into the basement of a Holladay condominium.
The woman then allegedly struck her husband with a hammer multiple times.
Surprise!
PS: Alas! I came up with a better title for this post, but it was many hours after I blogged it. I changed it anyway.
Well, it is tomorrow if you live in London: check out the Fleshmob, a "flash mob" of people dressed like zombies all planning a route to walk through the city. I'd love to see some footage of this.
You can thank Ben for pointing out Urban Dead, a web-based Zombie game.
Perhaps all this will inspire me to go forward with my sweet zombie decoration idea…
A recent visit to the bowling alley leads me to believe you find a better portion of the heaviest part of the population there than anywhere else. I submit to you, dear readers, that the only place you will ever witness a 350 pound man doing a victory dance is at a bowling alley.
In fact, let's make this official:
Jacob's Corollary: You will see more fat people doing public victory dances in a bowling alley than you will anywhere else.
Yesterday was Coeur d'Alene's annual parade downtown, it started around 5pm and lasted about an hour. We took chairs down this time to be more comfortable, but it was difficult getting a spot to put them even though we arrived 30 minutes early. Many people "staked out" their spot and left to come back 10 minutes before the parade started, which I don't think is quite fair to everyone else, but oh well.
The parade wasn't all that, either. Many of the floats were just the same as the 4th of July floats with Christmas lights on them. The holiday spirit was real nice though. People are getting into the Christmas mood now, and this is truly a great time of year. I do have one serious complaint, though. One of the floats had a guy in a robe being crucified, with blood running down his arms and everything. Extremely creepy and (depite being a devout Christian myself) inappropriate. I don't want to get in to a big religious thing here, but the real, true gifts that Christ gave were his atonement for our sins in the garden of Gethsemane and the fact that he was resurrected. Yes, He died for us, but that takes a back seat to the atonement and resurrection.
It's really like one step below militant fanaticism if you ask me, this shockingly gruesome display of torture. It's one step below gun-toting, heathen-killing crusades. And before you get all up in my face, I spent two years in a foreign country as a missionary, so don't go off on how I don't know what I'm talking about. There's a right way and a wrong way to celebrate this season, and that float was in serious bad taste.
Back on a good note, the fireworks display was great, we had a reay duesy of a show. It's always better than the 4th of July fireworks display, too. I didn't take my camera this time because I had to carry two chairs down to the parade and the water, it was just too much to tote around for three hours.
Here's your creepy doll pic of the day. Courtesy of some disturbed netizen.
I guess with Halloween coming up, we're seeing more creepy things. Here's another creeptactular product, the Smile Helmet.
PS This guy has some funny stuff on his site, take a look at Natural Deselection as well as the Divorce Table, too!
This is just too creepy—LED Throwie Rat. Not for the weak-stomached. I like the idea of LED throwies, something easy and fun to do, but I'd not like to see one of these stuck to a light-post somewhere...