Directionless signage

It's really important, when you are having events, to make sure that you have signs telling people where to go. Doing so helps eliminate confusion and makes the event a more enjoyable and meaningful experience for all involved.

But ...

It's waaay more fun to put up signs that cause those puzzled expressions while people ponder that universal question: Where am I? A sure way to ensure your event has lots of this merriment is to post conflicting signs on every building. In doing so, you are guaranteed hours and hours of by-yourself enjoyment as you stand in a corner and observe the bafflement.

Ah, good times.




Share on Facebook

First random caps, now this

I'm pretty sure the apocalypse is upon us, folks. Apparently a mutation among those in the population who favor the serial comma has caused a rapidly spreading epidemic of comma usage. These are dark days, indeed.

Commas, Turning Up, Everywhere
From The Onion

Share on Facebook

Makin' whoopie

I like to bake, but sometimes even I get carried away. My friend and the basketball team he coaches were heading down the highway this weekend for the state Special Olympics summer games and I decided that a road trip isn't complete without provisions. In this case, "provisions" meant whoopie pies, a heavenly concoction of cakey, frosted goodness. So, 24 cups of flour, several pounds of butter and two nights of baking until midnight later, we had the following:



That's right, friends, two full fridge shelves of whoopie heaven. Alas, I was only able to stuff about two or three dozen, give or take a few, into the cooler I sent on the bus (whoopie pies like to be cold) so I was left to distribute the rest to the office and the neighborhood kids. Meanwhile, the local basketball team must've had a seriously nauseated coach, as apparently he took it upon himself to consume six of the things in a single day. The man deserves a medal for that, alone.

For those of you who want to try making these, here are the links for them:

Chocolate whoopie pies

Lemon whoopie pies

Pumpkin whoopie pies

Share on Facebook

Sauce ain’t all that

A while back, I was visiting my niece and nephew and they had a bit of an argument that is a perfect analogy to so many things in life. They were making lunch for themselves, leftover spaghetti. My sister and I were sitting outside and my nephew came out crying, “Sister took all the noodles and is only giving me sauce.”

Of course, my sister called her daughter outside to see what was going on. My niece, a very expressive and intelligent child, crossed her arms, sighed and rolled her eyes and said, “I am really hungry. I want all the noodles. I don’t see what he is complaining about. I gave him sauce. Why can’t he just be happy that he gets something?”

In children, such behavior is age-appropriate. Problem is, a lot of adults seem to be that way too.

I am blessed or cursed with the tendency to speak my mind. When something sucks, I’m usually pretty vocal about pointing it out, a la “umm, there are no noodles in this spaghetti.” This tendency seems to earn me, in certain circumstances, the label of negativity. I find this irritating, given I am often pointing out something as obvious as “gravity exists on Earth.” Folks, eating sauce alone won’t kill you. But that doesn’t make it wonderful. It doesn’t make it satisfying. It just sucks.

And in case you were wondering, my nephew got some noodles, in the end.

Share on Facebook

You could call it a holiday

Apparently, my employer's timesheet code for a personal holiday is "420." Could this possibly be a coincidence?

Share on Facebook