Archive for the ‘humour’ Category

Noises That Sound Like Gunshots But Could Be Fireworks. (at all times of the year). One of the first times I heard this, I actually called some police line. (Yes, I grew up in the ‘burbs.) (Oh, don’t worry parents, they really were fireworks…err…firecrackers?)

Crazy Drunks and Impromptu Music Sing-Alongs at Louie’s. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy a cocktail or two or three or…and I love music. However, I don’t love being kept awake until late into the night by drunks intent on keeping the party alive outside my window. And, a few late-night acoustic performances are OK, but what’s with the wailing?

Loud Conversations That May or May Not Require Police Involvement. Like any curious planner, I enjoy eavesdropping. (Who doesn’t? You don’t even have to be a planner to enjoy this guilty pleasure. Am I right?) I suppose eavesdropping stops being amusing when you hear your neighbor yelling at his girlfriend, “I KNOW you’re messin’ around and I’m gonna find out!” peppered with a few “f**kin”s. (Thankfully nothing ever got too heated where I had to make a call.)

Weird Guy Who Tries to Sell Me Crap. 1st time – A few weeks ago I was on my out the door to my parking lot when the guy who lives right next to the door, comes out with his bike. Instead of letting me pass first, he squeezes through as I try and do the same. For some reason, he’s carrying a white women’s purse. (He was not the type to carry a women’s purse as his own accessory either. And by ‘type’ I mean drag queen, creative/artist, etc.) He asks me if I want to buy a “luxury handbag” and rubs the bag against my arm. Fairly creeped out, I politely say no and hurry to my car.

2nd time – This morning as I was just getting into my car, I hear him shouting, “Hey! Hey!” As I sit in my car, he runs up and tries to unsuccessfully entice me with a few suit jackets. I say I don’t have a boyfriend or brother to give them to and he says he thinks they’re ladies’ suits. Clearly they were not, so I say no again and slam my door.

“Facebook in Reality”, amusing and fairly spot-on in its humanized interpretation of the social interactions possible within Facebook. (This was on the BBC Three show The Wall.)

Specifically, it paints a straight-forward story of the questionable actions we seek to make with our Facebook friends. For example, do we need to associate with our neighbor kid from five years ago, who said less than ten words to us when we were neighbors? Just because you and I share twenty mutual friends, should you accept my friend request according to this so-called social/digital connection? Because we’re within the same circle, is it a given that I be granted access to your private (or not-so-private) digital life?

These questions are not new, and they’ve been asked in various formats (face-to-face conversation, blogs, videos, etc) for years, but it seems they’re being asked more frequently now that more people are joining social networking communities.

Current TV created a hilarious, spot-on how-to for navigating the path to love in today’s text-addicted culture.

Watching (and laughing) at this video got me thinking…While I do a fair amount of texting in general, compared to my circle of friends, I still believe in actual phone conversations. When it comes to romantic relationships – potential and real – I appreciate the actual effort that is made on my behalf to better establish real communication. True, I shoot off a ‘casual’ text to say hello or what’s up? but in this day and age, it’s too easy to get lazy and use the text in place of real conversation. We need to gauge the nature/status/level of our relationships with those we want to reach out to and ask, ‘Is a text more appropriate or a phone call?’ Too much texting with too little real talking, or sporadic and random texting is a bit confusing, and borders on frustrating. Who agrees with me?

A few weeks ago (yes, it’s been a while since the last post) I promised I would take pictures of my Alex Bec sticker art placement…so here are a few things I’ve slapped and snapped.

stove dialsdessert @ Stella’s Fish Cafedrink @ Tucci Benucchsalt & pepper

1) on my stove dials

2) dessert @ Stella’s Fisc Cafe in Uptown, Minneapolis

3) my drink @ Tucci Benucch – it made my smile so why not?

4) s&p shakers need some smiles


I get it. Is that bad?

Yes, a humping dog USB, sold by Digital World Tokyo. Note the blurred ‘area’ in the video. Haaa…

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