Stupid FedEx

Twice now, I have been home, innocently (and quietly) working on the computer, waiting for FedEx to ring my doorbell and give me a package. Both times, I have later looked at my front door to see that stupid sticker, informing me that they tried to deliver but i wasn't home. Well, jerks, guess what: I was home and you didn't ring my doorbell. UPS doesn't seem to have any problems finding my doorbell.

Rebranding

I want to have the big shredded wheat update its image. I'd like it to be called "Big Shred!" The tagline would be "Shred a bowl today!" and we'd show a picture of a skateboarder doing a mad fresh dope grab on the lip of a bowl... of CEREAL!

"Big Shred!" I just think it's so funny.

I also came up with a new thing for "Ithaca Is" besides Gorges and Gangsta (etc.) I'd like to see "Ithaca Is A Warm Gun".

Ah, Parties

So the other night Loren and I were at a party with many of her co-workers. Somehow the topic of movies came up (surprise surprise) and a young woman said that her favorite movie was "The Wizard of Oz". So, naturally, I asked her how she felt about the differences between the movie and the book (silver slippers vs. ruby slippers was my starting example). She said, "There's a book?"

Let's just stop and think about this for a second. It's her FAVORITE movie (borne out by the fact that I made a casual "munchkin hanging himself" reference later and she said, "Oh no, that's an ostrich that wandered onto the set, not a suicidal midget"). Yet she doesn't know that it's based on a book or even that there IS a book at all.

My mind was totally blown from this. It's like not knowing there is a sequel to Star Wars, or not knowing that Harry Potter is also a book.

Of course, when I was a kid I read not only the original books (Wizard of Oz, Ozma of Oz) but also many many other books set in the Oz universe written by some lady after L. Frank Baum had died (Leila/Lauren, feel free to correct me here!).

MF MF Doom

The recording artist MF Doom, whose works I am not personally familiar with, has often been mentioned in such lofty periodicals as The New Yorker and others too numerous to mention. It would seem from these reviews that he is, how you say... good? Well, I've now heard one remix he did and, frankly, Dear Readers, I Am Not Impressed. And one remix is certainly enough to judge an entire artist's body of work, yes-no?

Naps Are So Weird

When I fell asleep I was watching the British show where people sell items from their house at auction to raise money for a big purchase. But when I woke up, I was watching the British show where people go to junk shows and buy items to then sell later at auction. You can imagine my surprise!

Tempting.

Very tempting.

More car/winter related post activity

So I was all set to drive Loren home this evening, when we encountered a problem. My driveway/mini-parking lot was solid ice. After about ten tries backing out and slipping sideways, narrowly missing the cars on either side of me, we decided something needed to be done. I went foraging in the basement for shovels or sand, and came up with a bucket of gravel and some cinder blocks. Loren gleefully spread the sand while I trucked four cinder blocks to the trunk of my car. We escaped on the first try! Hurray for winter! Hurray for rear-wheel-drive!

Abandonala

Sorry blog! I will pay attention to you at some point when I am not working and hanging out with somebody all the time, I promise.

BLIZZAK

Yesterday I got new snow tires. I've never had snow tires on any car, so this was a big step. I think it was warranted given that the Volvo can slip on dry road in the middle of the day. I called a few places, and Sears had a tire called "Blizzak". I read about various snow tires online (now THAT is a party) and Blizzak sounded pretty Blizzawesome. So an hour in the mall and my car no longer shudders when I brake, and I can't make the rear end slip away no matter what I do. This puts an end to my career as a drift professional, but oh well. At least I will survive the winter.