The Rare and Beautiful Indoor Pigeon

How exciting to have actually caught a glimpse of the elusive, indoor, bus-station pigeon in the wild. What majestic creatures!

Walk. Don't Walk. Whatever. You decide.

Real men aren't afraid to try lip gloss.

Someone's Been Having Fun at Walmart

Please no snorting ...

... these are Drinking Straws.

Arrrrr, Matey!

September 19 is International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Mark your calendar for next year.

I was bummed this turned out to be the day I was flying. Nonetheless, I was determined to talk like a pirate at least a bit and have some fun.

Some people got it.

"Arrrr, lassie, I be wishin' ya a merry talk like a pirate day, Arrr!"

"Oh yeah, I heard about that ... um ... Arrrr!"

Some didn't.

"Arrr, matey, this be a fine vessel for sailing the seven seas. I'll be havin' a Ginger Ale and some headphones for the in-flight movie, Arrrr!"

"What? Where have you been?"

The unexpected fun part of talking like a pirate is that it's contagious. After talking like a pirate to the "wenches" in an Irish Pub, they started talking like pirates to the other customers.

Excellent! My work here is done.

It Came From Craigslist

If you enjoyed,

"Want it from behind while you play Super Mario Brothers?"

Then you'll love,

"Guide to Gay Personals Ads"

and

"My roommate is obese and I am looking to have an intervention."

You're welcome.

One More Trick and I Can Be a Clown

While buying poi at Dubé Juggling Equipment I decided to get some balls to brush up my long forgotten juggling skills.



All I have to do now is learn to spin plates and I can join the circus.

Obsessive? Moi?

This post is offered as incontrovertible evidence that no detail of my life is too mundane or insignificant as to be unworthy of full documentation, analysis and public consumption. So let's talk buttons.

Did you know that mens' dress shirts often come with extra buttons? They're provided either in a little bag or are sewn on the placket below the belt line.



Now, I'm rather particular about what goes in my pants. (Ba da bum!) So while I appreciate having the spares, they bug me and I finally snapped. Well I'm sure you can see where this is going....

After a flurry of scissors, tweezers and X-Acto blades I reaped a rich harvest of buttons and thread scraps that would make any tailor proud.



Please excuse me now, I have to go sew back on the ones that shouldn't have been removed.

I am very silly.