while surfing BlogExplosion today (yes, i still do this once in a while, even though the number of banner impressions has been cut in HALF–50 to 25–what the fuck?), i came across 3 blogs with Google Ads, which are ok by me. i mean, i have them.
so on these 4 blogs, the ads were about traveling to Maui. but after perusing the content, i didn’t see anything that mentioned Maui. what’s up with that?
Google Ads amuse me because of the way they adapt the ad content to the posts to which they’re adjacent. right now, for example, mine is advertising Hello Kitty stuff because it’s near Follow-Up to Happy Birthday, Hell Kitty! this, of course, will change. it’ll be interesting to see what they advertise when the ads are next to The Dick Chair.
action. Denzel Washington. Dakota Fanning. Christopher Walken.
ex-CIA assasin accepts security detail for Lupita “Pita” Ramos (Fanning), 9-year-old daughter of wealthy couple in Mexico City. alarming number of kidnappings increases demand for guards. former bodyguard left for higher-paying position. Sr. Ramos (Marc Anthony) hires John Creasey (Washington) at bargain price due to latter’s alcoholism, which both conceal from Sra. Ramos (Radha Mitchell). hardened Creasey, precocious Pita grow close. Pita kidnapped; Creasey framed, begins hunt using unconventional methods to locate kidnappers.
disorienting cinematography when appropriate. believable performances. buy NOW!
yesterday i got a phone call from my podiatrist’s office to confirm my address (i broke a toe last summer). they sent me a bill that was mailed back with a letter stating that no one by my name lives at that address. according to the doctor’s files, somebody called to give them my new address–in Deerwood, Minnesota. whoever took the call didn’t record the name of the caller. they have no other patients who share my last name.
my sister-in-law and her husband live in suburban Minneapolis, but i have never lived in Minnesota nor has anyone else in my family.
this doesn’t sit well with me.
on Sunday, November 21, 2004, Chicagoland Bully Breed Rescue held an adoption event at the Evanston PetSmart. lots of people turned out to see 6 of a litter of 10 cutecutecute pit bulls who made everyone’s day, including mine.that’s Lea in the pic with me, the shyest of the bunch. she was so scared! to see more pics, stop by my flickr.
please pay a visit to CBBR’s Web site. if you’re interested in volunteering, you’ll find an online application. for more info call (312) 409-4577 or send an e-mail to info@cbbr.info
in case you haven’t read it and happen to care, or even if you don’t care but are curious, a few weeks ago i wrote a post called Happy Birthday, Hello Kitty! and Mikey from electric bugaloo left this comment:
screw hello kitty… how old is badtz-maru?
Mikey, here’s to Badtz-Maru! (you know i’m just playin’)
do you ever board a crowded bus or train and find that the only vacant seat is occupied by some ass whose backpack, bag, or whatever is on the empty seat beside him/her? (this happens with the comfy chairs at coffeehouses, too, which is what’s inspiring this tip.)
be assertive! plant yourself in the aisle right next to the seat and nicely, but loudly enough for everyone to hear, say, "excuse me." works every time.
One of the questions from this past Thursday’s Theater Thursday meme asks players to compose a question for people involved in movie making (aside from actors and directors). Here’s mine:
to John Williams: Which of your compositions do you like better–the theme from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, or the theme from Star Wars, both released in 1977?
yesterday was the second day in a row that some jackass tried to inch his way in front of me while we were both waiting to make left turns. i was at the head of a left-turn only lane, trying to turn onto a one-way side street from a 4-lane thoroughfare. the offenders came from my right and sat in the middle of the intersection. both guys kept moving forward, trying to block me from making the turn. um, hello. ever hear of a thing called "right of way"?
interestingly, both drivers were in SUVs, while i drove my teeny, little (but cute!) import. did they think i’d be intimidated by size? please. i’ll admit though, that for a moment i wished i was in my old car–an ‘87 Honda Accord. hatchback.
this thing was so banged up that if you opened the passenger door more than a few inches, it made a wrenching, metal-scraping-against-metal sound. the rear bumper was nonexistent, having been torn off by an SUV pulling out of a parking spot before i finished driving past. what killed me is that all of the body damage was inflicted by other drivers. it really brought home what my dad used to say: "it isn’t you i’m worried about. it’s the other drivers."
i’ll tell you what though, it handled way better than my mom’s joke-of-a-Benz 190. and after 17 years, the tape player still worked. so what if the front and rear plates didn’t match? (the design, not the numbers.) this was the Millennium Falcon of Honda Accords. it even passed its last emissions test. let’s face it. at the end of the world, all that’ll be left are cockroaches, Keith Richards, and Honda Accords.
so you see, if i had my old car, there’s no way in hell that those guys would’ve tried what they did. no one wants to mess up their nice car smashing into a junky one, and no one wants a junky one smashing into their nice car; because a nice car can so easily become junky, but a junky car’s got nothing to lose. like say, a rear bumper.
As a collector of Star Wars LEGO sets, the following Reuters article really disturbs me. By the way, I originally saw this at Funkalicious (dead link, 10/31/05).
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for the past few days, we’ve been feeding Angelo in the bathroom, which has worked well. he’s been eating his food without fussing. whether this is because he’s now isolated at mealtimes or because he’s decided to end his hunger strike, we aren’t sure, but if it works, what the heck?
the thing is, the bathroom used to be Angelo’s "time out" room. (he was the only one who ever needed time outs.) so far this doesn’t seem to affect his appetite; but as in the past, when we let him out, we find that the trash can is on its side and Q-Tips are scattered on the floor.
of course he gives us sufficient warning of his impending tantrum–it’s hard to ignore his wails to be set free. we just plug our ears because until the others finish eating, Angelo is not allowed to roam. no no no.
when we open the bathroom door, Angelo is almost always perched on top of the toilet bowl. so when i found him that way last night, i didn’t think anything of it. but when i bent down to pick up his bowl, i saw shreds of toilet paper all over the floor. the roll had been thoroughly gouged. so it seems that Angelo is now having parties using toilet paper confetti at dinner time! crazy cat.
