Okay, it was really funny (in a horrifying way) the first time I saw this video.
Oh, man, but it was funnier still when I saw what The Soup had to say about it.
Boy, my worship team almost never has matching spangly dresses and choreographed dance moves, including (gasp) the moon walk. (Of course, since I'm the only one there not sitting or holding an instrument, I guess it would have been up to me...)
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Spam, spam, spam, spam, SPAM!!
SPAM - who in their right mind really wants me to know:
...and what were they thinking when they came up with their domain names?
- nazi Toddlers ruined my birthday
- Michael Jackson is a hermaphrodite. Watch the video.
- Good news!
- How to have more sperm
- Magst Du etwa nicht mehr?
- Horse kicks Harrison Ford in stomach
- What is your credit score?
- A person is searching for you. Discover who.
- Best way to cure yourself
...and what were they thinking when they came up with their domain names?
- @takeyourbonus.com
- @mx1.affirmationsbuildconfidencedaily.com
- @funnewday.com (subject line referred to learning medical billing, of all things!)
- @thebigmill.com
- @oldmillband.com
- @foundrymill.com
- @millvalleybaby.com
Monday, July 14, 2008
Bad Dancer, Good Traveler
Add this blog to the plethora of ones linking to the dancing traveling fool, Matt Harding, as he travels and 
dances his way around the globe, mixing his dance clips into joyous expressions of goodwill and fun. Am I the last person on earth to have heard of this guy?
It seems millions of people have watched his bad_dancer videos on youtube, or before that was popular, his own site. I wonder how many go on to read through some of his journal entries, which tie to a handy map, so you can just click on the country you want to read about, instead of having to troll through lists and lists of entries.
Matt's video is fun, funny, and feel-good. His journal is fun, funny, and interesting, not to mention all the beautiful photos he shares. Makes a great reference, too, if you're interested in traveling any of the places he's been.
dances his way around the globe, mixing his dance clips into joyous expressions of goodwill and fun. Am I the last person on earth to have heard of this guy?It seems millions of people have watched his bad_dancer videos on youtube, or before that was popular, his own site. I wonder how many go on to read through some of his journal entries, which tie to a handy map, so you can just click on the country you want to read about, instead of having to troll through lists and lists of entries.
Matt's video is fun, funny, and feel-good. His journal is fun, funny, and interesting, not to mention all the beautiful photos he shares. Makes a great reference, too, if you're interested in traveling any of the places he's been.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
feeling special
This morning on the radio (gotta love NPR, right?) they were talking about epilepsy and medication, and one physician they interviewed called himself an "epileptologist". Huh?? Wha??Speaking as an epileptologee, I always consulted a neurologist, not realizing I had to specify that I wanted to see an epileptologist instead.
It was bad enough years ago when I had to tell people I worked for a suicidologist (really). Come on, do we really need to microsubsubteenyweenyspecialize so much that we only can do one thing?
Do I have to ask for time off for an appointment with my cuticologist, my hurtykneeologist - or heaven forbid - something really embarrassingly specialized that would be the adult equivalent of telling whether we had to number one or number two?
What about social situations? If I say I'm dating a penologist, does that have to do with male anatomy or criminal incarceration?? (Or a happy combination of both, eh?) Sheesh!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
That Swoosh
Recently one of my coworkers asked us, "Did you ever have one of those Swoosh moments?" She went on to explain that she thought she had not reserved enough hotel rooms (a major element in her work right now), but then realized that she had indeed resolved the situation the day before.
She went on to define for us what a 'swoosh' moment meant. It's that feeling you get in your stomach, that 'oh, [crap], what did I forget' mixture of uncertainty and panic, accompanied by rapid heart rate, shortness of breath and knowing, just knowing, that because of your incompetency, some big disaster is about to happen. 'I've let something fall through the cracks.' or: 'I've left people high and dry.' or, and almost always: 'Everyone will be so disappointed in me.'
Of course, often the Swoosh is usually followed by a realization that all is well, the fear was unfounded. However the accompanying relief is not exactly pure, more like a 'dodged that bullet' kind of feeling.
I hate the Swoosh. When my friend brought it up, I immediately recognized what she was talking about - I'd just never given it a name (other than an 'oh [crap]' moment). I've had it too many times. Does that mean I'm too busy? Too disorganized? Not confident enough in my skills or work? I'm not certain.
I could say God is doing a great big tap on the shoulder, because my knee-jerk reaction is to yell silently, "Oh, God, help!!" But I don't think he's really that masochistic...
She went on to define for us what a 'swoosh' moment meant. It's that feeling you get in your stomach, that 'oh, [crap], what did I forget' mixture of uncertainty and panic, accompanied by rapid heart rate, shortness of breath and knowing, just knowing, that because of your incompetency, some big disaster is about to happen. 'I've let something fall through the cracks.' or: 'I've left people high and dry.' or, and almost always: 'Everyone will be so disappointed in me.'
Of course, often the Swoosh is usually followed by a realization that all is well, the fear was unfounded. However the accompanying relief is not exactly pure, more like a 'dodged that bullet' kind of feeling.
I hate the Swoosh. When my friend brought it up, I immediately recognized what she was talking about - I'd just never given it a name (other than an 'oh [crap]' moment). I've had it too many times. Does that mean I'm too busy? Too disorganized? Not confident enough in my skills or work? I'm not certain.
I could say God is doing a great big tap on the shoulder, because my knee-jerk reaction is to yell silently, "Oh, God, help!!" But I don't think he's really that masochistic...
Friday, May 2, 2008
I wonder about people. I really do. I don't ever watch TV news, I get my news from NPR, for the most part. And I like their news; it seems like they cover the world better. Which I like; I like to think I'm at least a little bit informed about what's happening on our planet.
But lately, I don't know if I want to listen to what's happening here on earth. How far can we sink? In Chicago a few weekends ago, there were 32 shootings and 6 fatalities. In one weekend. An anomaly? Spring fever?
Then I hear about the man in Austria who kept his daughter imprisoned in the basement for 24 years (starting when she would have been about 18) and had children by her, one of whom died, three of whom had literally never seen the light of day. The wife, meanwhile, was living in the very same house, and had no idea her daughter was being kept in the basement.
As I googled this case, another case of a woman being held for 30 years came up. What is wrong with the human race?
But lately, I don't know if I want to listen to what's happening here on earth. How far can we sink? In Chicago a few weekends ago, there were 32 shootings and 6 fatalities. In one weekend. An anomaly? Spring fever?
Then I hear about the man in Austria who kept his daughter imprisoned in the basement for 24 years (starting when she would have been about 18) and had children by her, one of whom died, three of whom had literally never seen the light of day. The wife, meanwhile, was living in the very same house, and had no idea her daughter was being kept in the basement.
As I googled this case, another case of a woman being held for 30 years came up. What is wrong with the human race?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Why Buy Expensive Toys?
This is very possibly the. Funniest. Video. In the world.
This came with the title 'why buy expensive toys?' Now, they must be referring to the paper being an inexpensive toy for the baby, rather than the baby being the toy for the dad... The dad sure is enjoying his plaything, though!
Caution: Perusal of this video may result in extreme spit-taking, gut-busting, snorting, and side-splitting. Watch at your own risk.
This came with the title 'why buy expensive toys?' Now, they must be referring to the paper being an inexpensive toy for the baby, rather than the baby being the toy for the dad... The dad sure is enjoying his plaything, though!
Caution: Perusal of this video may result in extreme spit-taking, gut-busting, snorting, and side-splitting. Watch at your own risk.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Chairs
Many people have written about this, but one aspect of snowy Chicago just cracks me up.
Chairs.
I refer, of course, to the time-honored tradition of saving the parking spot you've taken the time and energy to shovel out by blocking it with a pair of folding chairs. The last several winters, we haven't had tons of snow, so the chairs haven't manifested themselves much. But we just got 12 inches the other day, and they're baaaaaack!
Some people don't have chairs, and use things like cardboard boxes and sawhorses to mark their spots. Other people get a little more creative. Like this picture - it looks like a broken vacuum cleaner piece and a giant spring. Who knows?
The day I saw a kid's Fisher Price riding car out on the street, I just about lost it!
Chairs.I refer, of course, to the time-honored tradition of saving the parking spot you've taken the time and energy to shovel out by blocking it with a pair of folding chairs. The last several winters, we haven't had tons of snow, so the chairs haven't manifested themselves much. But we just got 12 inches the other day, and they're baaaaaack!
Some people don't have chairs, and use things like cardboard boxes and sawhorses to mark their spots. Other people get a little more creative. Like this picture - it looks like a broken vacuum cleaner piece and a giant spring. Who knows?The day I saw a kid's Fisher Price riding car out on the street, I just about lost it!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Was I ever really that small?
Today as I was picking up, I folded a couple of paper bags from the grocery store and a memory picture popped into my brain. I remember playing with paper bags, making clothing out of them by cutting neck holes in the bottom, arm holes in the side, a long cut down the front, and fringe along the bottom. Color with crayons and presto! A very cool vest type thingie. (hip, me? oh, yeah!)
As I looked at the paper bag, holding it upside-down to get the image of the temporary play clothes we used to construct, I was struck by how small it was. Was I really ever able to fit my torso inside a grocery bag!?
What would my grandson say if I took away his transformers and spiderman action figures, and replaced them with crayons, a grocery bag, and a pair of scissors? Are there kids anywhere that still think it's fun to play with such homemade toys? *sigh* Ah, the wonders of the unjaded imagination!
I wanted to illustrate this entry with a photo of a paper bag vest, and found photo evidence that yes, kids still are doing this (although the level of enjoyment in this kid's face is questionable-btw, this is some random kid; I just found him through the miracle that is google). Apparently someone thinks the craft is difficult enough to have created illustrated directions, too. Although they should have mentioned how difficult it is to get realistic fringe that's narrow enough.
As I looked at the paper bag, holding it upside-down to get the image of the temporary play clothes we used to construct, I was struck by how small it was. Was I really ever able to fit my torso inside a grocery bag!?
What would my grandson say if I took away his transformers and spiderman action figures, and replaced them with crayons, a grocery bag, and a pair of scissors? Are there kids anywhere that still think it's fun to play with such homemade toys? *sigh* Ah, the wonders of the unjaded imagination!
I wanted to illustrate this entry with a photo of a paper bag vest, and found photo evidence that yes, kids still are doing this (although the level of enjoyment in this kid's face is questionable-btw, this is some random kid; I just found him through the miracle that is google). Apparently someone thinks the craft is difficult enough to have created illustrated directions, too. Although they should have mentioned how difficult it is to get realistic fringe that's narrow enough.
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