Thursday, April 30, 2015

Art for Art's Sake

Lately I’ve been thinking about the creative process. I've been wondering about certain ideas and where these ideas come from and how they take form.


Take, for example, this creation. It's hard to tell by looking at the photo, but this thing stands somewhere between four and five feet tall, and as a wild guess, I would say it’s probably is made up of at least 50-75 pine cones. Somebody obviously put in a great deal of time and effort creating this thing. It stands proudly at the front of a store that I pass by on my way home from work everyday. And everyday, I wonder about it.

I wonder how this thing started off. I wonder if it started off as one of those pine cone bird feeders or maybe a Christmas wreath and it somehow spiraled insanely out of control. Was somebody just sitting there, building and building, as it morphed into it’s current incarnation?

Or did somebody actually sit down with the preplanned idea of creating this in mind? I wonder what inspired it. It must have taken many weeks of collecting pine cones in the woods, and many more weeks sitting in the dark basement, glue gun in hand, one by one assembling the pine cones into this haunting shape. What drives a person to do this?

Then again, it could be something as simple as somebody who finally figured out what to do with that pile of pine cones and chicken wire they were saving in their garage.

Or maybe it's there as some kind of warning.

However this thing came to be, I hope that the artist has gotten it out of his or her system.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Tough Questions


I have a few questions about this.

First of all, why are we saving a bag of corks? Do corks have some monetary value that I'm unaware of? Is there some use for these, which my immature and underdeveloped mind simply cannot grasp?

Perhaps more importantly is where did all of these corks come from? Is someone slipping off to hide behind all of the boxes on the porch in order to consume copious amounts of wine? Do we know someone whom we encourage to drink so that we may get their corks? Are we dumpster diving for these corks?

I fear there are no good answers to these questions.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

A Walk in the Woods

Tonight, Sam made it outside with his metal detector for the first time this year.










He ended up finding an assortment of rusty nails, an old bolt, a ball bearing, a bottle cap, a penny, something he thought might be a quarter but turned out to be a rusty piece of metal, and some other hunk of rusty metal.

We both agreed it was a big success.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Bon Voyage

Why would anyone choose to go on a cruise?  It's bad enough to be stuck on a boat with a bunch of other people- but adding in all of the diarrhea and puking makes it even less appealing.

This week there were two more cruise ships that had outbreaks of "acute gastroenteritis". According to reports, over two hundred people were sick. This happened last year too. One of the headlines from last year read, "Passengers Stagger Off Cruise Ship Reeking of Vomit"- and that story was from Reuters. Gawker's headline for the one that just happened is, "Thousands Freed From Vomit-Spattered Diarrhea Boat".

It seems like sickness is a part of the deal. Search on "Puke Boat" and you get over 400,000 suggestions on Google.

And then there's the Captain that grounded his ship on some rocks because he was showing off. I guess that's slightly better than getting violently ill for two weeks- that is, if you don't die.

If I'm going to go on a vacation, I want to be able to look back on it and say something more than, "I may have been puking and had diarrhea for two weeks, but at least I didn't die."

And if I'm going to go on vacation, I really don't want to spend it on a boat, especially with a bunch of other people- puking or otherwise.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Kitchen Crisis

My refrigerator just conked out on me.

Now I have to figure out what to do with the fifty bottles of mustard that I've been shoving in there over the last twenty years.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Hitting a New Low

A while back, I complained somewhere here about the unannounced reduction of the number of pepperoni slices on my frozen french bread pizza. It saddens me to report that this trend of shortchanging the consumer (i.e.: me), continues unabated. This is nothing new of course, but it is hitting new lows. 

Breakfast cereals used to be my main fixation. The boxes they sell today are a shadow of the behemoths we used to have when I was a kid. Back then, you could actually get the box to stand up in front of you while you ate. Now, some of the boxes are so thin, they teeter like thin books on the grocery store shelves. I’ve actually seen cereal boxes fall off the shelves just because someone happened to walk by.

Another one that bugs me is cranberry sauce. I noticed a couple of years ago that they were stuffing cranberry sauce into smaller cans. This turned up around Thanksgiving, which is about the only time most normal people buy cranberry sauce.

The can looked like one of those toy canned goods that comes with a child’s play-set. When I first saw this, it took a few minutes to register. I stared at it in disbelief, letting my resentment grow and then I bought the normal sized store brand instead.

Apparently, the National Brand did not pick up on the bad vibes I was sending their way. Instead of caving to my silent protest by reverting to the old size can, the store brand has also reduced the size of their can as well. Now, every Thanksgiving I cave and buy the toy sized can. And every Thanksgiving dinner, the smaller portion of cranberry sauce sits there on the table, silently mocking me.

At least with something like shrinking cereal boxes or a cans of cranberry sauce, you know what you’re getting into before you buy it.

The trouble is, it’s not always the packaging that shrinks. Sometimes they just put less inside a “normal” size package. Potato chip companies are famous for this. When you open a bag of potato chips, you need to keep a flashlight handy so you can find the chips down in the bag. The potato chip manufacturers try to blame it on “settling”, and even put a disclaimer on the bag. But the thing is, I never seem to buy a bag that’s “unsettled”.

Years ago, I used to buy Brown and Serve sausages about once a month or so. One day when I was putting away the groceries, I noticed that the sausages were rattling around in the box. When I opened the box, I found that, while there were still ten of those meat-like tubers in the box, they were no longer tucked snugly inside. Now there was room to spare.

Apparently the sausage company had recalibrated whatever disgusting apparatus they use to squeeze these things out of, and they were making them smaller- thus reducing the weight of the package by a more profitable 1.5 ounces. In protest, I now only buy these sausages about once every other month.

As bad as all of these others are, the worst came the other day.

The other day, I decided to swing by Walmart and pick up another mega-pack of toilet paper. I've been getting the same, industrial strength brand, in the same giant-sized package, for years. I long ago stopped bothering to read the label. So, like always, I ran in, grabbed what I needed, and I went home.

A few days later, I was putting a new roll in the bathroom and I thought there was something different about it. Sure enough, the next time I went to rip off my usual thirty or forty sheets, the roll was flopping around on the holder. Turns out that while the outside of the roll was the same size, they were wrapping the paper around a bigger paper tube- thereby cheating me out of my rightful allotment of toilet paper.



Here you see proof of Corporate America once again screwing me over. Notice the difference in size between the old, “normal” size paper tube on the left and the new, “Let’s Give The CEO a Raise” sized paper tube on the right. Can a corporation stoop any lower? I think not!

I can deal with getting cheated out of food or other necessities. Heck, I almost expect it. But this is a new low. I take this personally. This directly, and negatively, impacts my lifestyle.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

What Does This Mean?

I found this photo on my computer desktop today. I recognize the feet, but I'm not sure what inspired the photo.


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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Another Old Postcard

When I was thumbing through my stack of postcards, I came across this one. It doesn't look familiar to me but it was on the top of the stack, so it must have come from one of our trips to the flea market last summer...


Old Postcard

From my pile of postcards


Saturday, April 4, 2015

Once Around

Finally made it out for that long promised first walk of the year with Sam the other day. We kept it short- just a walk around the block.

It was an effort for me to keep up with Sam, but I think it was an effort for Sam to try and keep it slow for me.

Later at home, he commented on the heating pad on my knee. I told him it was force of habit. Not totally untrue.


Friday, April 3, 2015

Skipping Lunch

I just discovered that the homemade chicken salad I had brought for lunch about three weeks ago, is still in the refrigerator at work.

I hate when something like this happens. I don't want to throw away the container, but I'm afraid to open it up.


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Signs of Spring


I forgot to mention that Sam and I finally made it out to feed the ducks this past weekend. Sam had been asking for several weekends but it was usually way too cold or way too wet- which may be fine for ducks, but not for me.

The delay gave us a chance to stockpile a lot of bread and rolls on our enclosed, but freezing cold back porch. Much to the delight of both Sam and the ducks, we had several bags of duck food which ended up lasting close to an hour.

Fortunately, there was a nearby bench where I could park myself when I wasn't snapping a few photos. One of these days, we'll go for that walk he's been asking about.