Shark v. Shark

I'm not sure what to do with this information.


I guess some days you're the shark, and some days you are the other shark.

Invisibles Mother

Did you guys know this was a thing?

Back in they day, when you would take your baby to ye olde Sears to get its picture taken, the mom would done a Klan-like cloak and be in the picture as well, propping up the little weak-necked tot.

I had no idea.

They're really kinda creepy.

Some more than others.
Huh.
In conclusion, there are more here if you want to see. The end.

¡Peligroso!

Adventures In Publishing

I really hope the temp in our office has an adult magazine in this Thor backpack with the bad guy's plans on it.

The Bunny Hostage Taker Returns

Each year it gets worse and worse.

This Is How We Do It, Waterfall Style

A frequent commenter on this site once said "Please explain what the hell is going on in these photos. Thank you." in reference to the last post I made on the waterfalls. Thus, a step by step on how you conquer every fear you've ever had by rappelling down a waterfall in Costa Rica.

First, you get all cinched in by the ticos.

Helmets, pads, belty things.

Then you cross a horrifying rope bridge.

Jump in and flop about in the water a bit.

Then you get to SLIDE DOWN a waterfall, like you're in an amusement park. Also, you bruise up your back a bit.

One tico scurries down the falls, then another ties you in and sorta explains to you what you're supposed to be doing (but mostly you gotta figure it out yourself).


Then? You just position yourself over the edge, lean back, and heave off.

See how far down that little man is?




Also, maybe you fall once or twice and have to pull yourself up. Confidence building!



Then you're at the bottom. Like superheroes!


God bless our brave men of Costa Rica.

I Did This. I No Longer Fear Anything

Ay! The Flight Home!

It's That One Week A Year I REALLY Wish I Had Cable

Oooh. Shark Week! And they FLY!

Shivers!

What the What?

I don't know what this is or why I found it!

Bunny Madness! Also: Cracker? I Hardly Knew Her. You Cracker.

It happened again!

I received another Ransom Note from a large bunny for my nephew's safe return. All that's missing is today's newspaper in his paws.

This time it came accompanied by a drawing of me & [kitty] Zach. I guess I can sort of see the likeness.

Anyway, since I'm on the baby topic, here's another photo I liked. Mmm, yogurt. Hope it doesn't make his nose run.
Oh and the final bit of news? This bit from my sister:

Zach's word of the day today.... Crack whore. He's trying to say cracker, but sadly emphasizes the syllables awkwardly.

Really, depending on the context, neither one is good.

It Takes A Pearl To Laugh, A Train To Cry

From Jet Magazine, September 16, 1985. Whatever I was doing that day, it wasn't this exciting:
The things you can find on the internet. Thank you, Google Books, thank you.

Do They Know It's Anne Murray

So today I took the day off to both START and FINISH my holiday shopping. Wish me luck!

In honor of not working, here's a lovely remake of a sometimes controversial holiday song:



And in honor of all things holy and my recent trip up north, here's Miss Anne Murray singing along with all the New Wave hits of yesteryear.



Happy Holidays!

It's Funny Because It Hurts

This is like that cute cat one, except different.

In Which A Crocodile Gets It Right In the Peppercorns

Here's life in the Animal Kingdom. They always say, Hippos kill more than all the other animals combined.

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DANGER!

I got too busy to post today. Therefore, here's some cuteness.

We All Are Going To Need A Bigger Boat

Getting High With My Nephew

So I had a nice time with my nephew this weekend. He's a good-natured little baby, and he looks like a mini-me so I'm evolutionarily-disposed towards liking him.



He's a bit of a squirmer though, which makes holding him an adventure in and of itself. Here we are enjoying the sights of the the Highline, which my tax dollars may or may not be funding. I seem to be pointing out to him where the Lure used to be, which I would go to on Pork Night back in the day when I would stay up past 10pm on a Wednesday and wear leather pants.


And here we are with Nana and Papa, who clearly love him more than anything else in the world.

Here's a nice one of the two of us which caused some controversy at the office. It's not like I dropped him or anything, or held him anywhere near the edge. And he's smiling!

Right? It's totally different.

So in conclusion, babies are cute, if squirmy.

Also? These Are A Few Of My Scariest Things

Who knows if Canada has internet! I may not be able to blog tomorrow.

So just in case, here are previews to two of the scariest movies I know.

Here's one...



And the other...



Oh Dame Julie, you frighten me so.

Red Hot Chili Friendship!

Cookery!

So, on Saturday, I had plans with my friend Brian. We decided we were going to make dinner, and I took this photo of the ingredients I had on hand and sent it to him via Technology.

As you can see, these ingredients include Eggplant, Garlic, Onions, Green Tomatoes, and Chilis (HOT Chilis!). Brian put those items into his smart phone and out popped this recipe from a Turkish website:

I like Turkish things, and I certainly liked that all the ingredients from this recipe were things I had on hand.

Anyway, later that day he arrived, and we got to work.

Brian washed the tomatoes

Then chopped them up.

Then he chopped the chilis. Three of them, all different colors (green, yellow, and orange). The chilis were VERY HOT. Much hotter than we had expected. HOT.

In unrelated news, a friend of mine discovered very recently that if you cut chilis, and use your hands to pick out the seeds, then go to the men's room, you will have a 100% chance - even if you wash your hands first - that your man parts will be on FIRE, lasting about 40 minutes. I'm just saying.
Anyway, here's Brian again and all the things he chopped. Green Tomatoes, Eggplant, Chilis. And then he visited the men's room.
Meanwhile, I put the onions and the garlic in the pot. I don't mind telling you I had the WEEPIES from all the onions. People tell you to do stupid things like put a match (unlit! unlit!) in your mouth, or whatever, but it doesn't help. Tears.

Anyway, I very carefully - using the knife not hands! - put the chilis in the mix.

Mmmm! Safety first.
Brian added the seasonings - SALT and PEPPER.

Here it is, cooking up. So in there we have all the aforementioned ingredients, and then a few minutes later we added three spoonfuls of rice. The juice that the vegetables gave up is what puffed up the rice. Science!
Then, about an hour later, it's ready to eat! Lesson Learned: stir it every now and then, or else the bottom of your pan will get blackened. Oh well, that's why God made Brillo Pads.
We served it up with some of that Greek Yogurt and a dusting of mint.
And then we ate it.
Mmmm.
The outcome was pretty good. Next time we wouldn't use all the chilis, because this ended up so spicy there were some more tears. But still, it was tasty, and all the friendship was good too.

Just, you know, next time use gloves.