Saturday, May 27, 2006

Wicked Pissa

I'd like to take this moment to quote the lyrics to my new favorite song.

"I think I'll go to Boston."

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Lightning Has Struck My Brain

So I was out golfing the other weekend, and I had one of those enlightening experiences that are generally reserved for alcoholics.

(Contrary to popular belief, I have not yet become one.)

It was a particularly gusty day out on the links, and we were getting blown silly [no, not that way] in the golf cart. So Kevin says, "Let's put up the windshield." Only he spoke the final word with a pause in the middle, so it came out, "wind shield." Then came my epiphany.

A windshield shields you from the wind.

It's not like I had been going through life confused on its definition, I had just never thought about it nor heard it spoken in such a distinct manner before. The same thing happened with Best Buy awhile ago. Due to its low-price guarantee, it's the best buy you can get.

Apparently I missed the day in third grade when we learned about compound words.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Be Still Mon Coeur

I know that I promised the return of a certain Bob and his reduced-price daycare center, but this video will have to suffice for now. I consider it the pinnacle of advertising during the 2002 Winter Olympics.


Although it came out years before my obsession began, I like to imagine myself as the Coca-Cola-toting underdog and Sasha Cohen as the girl-next-door figure skater.

It's too bad that I don't drink soda, and she's not French.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Davenports and Cowboys

Slip covers on couches are like gauchos on fat girls.

The fabric always seems to get lost in more cracks than you thought possible.