Saturday, March 31, 2012

2-4-23-38-46 23

Yeah, those aren't my lucky numbers. But, guess what? Turns out not winning the lottery makes for a lovely Saturday.

Some West Elm mugs aided in sorting my pens and my priorities:

Treating myself to tulips is always the right decision:

I scored the last bag of peanut butter chips, which is an essential ingredient for tomorrow's creation:

Finally watched these ladies be hilarious and all-around awesome:

All that humor was washed down with some springtime Dogfish Head brews:

Plus, I got to spend the day with the young man:

Guess I'm pretty lucky after all.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Open Sesame

So many passwords, so little head space. This was my day...

From Loose Ends in the New York Times by Frank Lesser:

Password Check

To retrieve your password, type the letters and numbers in the box below:
Sorry, that was not correct. The “1” was actually an upper-case, sans-serif “I.” Please try again by typing the following letters and numbers, this time using your nondominant hand and with one eye closed:
Sorry, the second “X” was also lowercase. It looked larger because it was closer to the screen than the first. Please try again by retyping the words you see in this box:
Sorry, but it’s “i” before “e” except after “c.” You failed to correct the typo. Please try again by retyping these words:
Your password has been reset. To retrieve your password, answer the following security question: What was the name of your first dog?
Incorrect. That was the name you gave your dog. Its mother called it “Snarlbarkbarkgrrrrrrrr.”
To verify this is your account, please tell us your mother’s maiden name:
Now verify that this is also the password at your bank:
Please wait a few minutes while I “verify” that.
Transaction complete. Thank you! To prove you are a human, demonstrate that you are capable of love in the box below:
Sorry. That was infatuation, at best.
Now type the worst thing you’ve ever done, that you’ve never told a soul. Go ahead, I won’t tell anyone:
Your confession has been forwarded to the 10 most-e-mailed contacts in your in-box. Are you feeling a deep shame that you fear will never go away?
Congratulations! You have proved you are human!
However, before you can reset your password, you must now prove that you are who you say you are, and not an evil look-alike impostor. Say something only the real you would say:
O.K., let me get that password for you, right after I make a quick phone call — to the Internet police! That’s right, a deputized LOLcat is about to haz a warrant for your arrest.
Why? Because the real me would never retrieve your password without you first verifying your identity — and you failed to do that because if you were really who you said you were, you’d know me well enough to know I’d never believe you!
I’ll give you one more chance. If you really are who you say you are, you’ll be able to answer the following security question: Why did my wife leave me?
Do you know the answer? Please? Forget about the password retrieval thing, I just really need to know. I’m sorry I put you through all of this, I’ve just been going through a rough time since the divorce. We were so in love! But I guess passwords aren’t the only things that change. About a year into the marriage, I learned that she wasn’t the person I thought I’d married. And that is why I have trouble trusting that people are who they say they are.
Sorry, I need a moment. If you don’t mind, please retype the following words into the box below:
Really? You think so? Thanks. That means a lot, coming from a great person like you.
That’s right — I knew it was you all along. I was just teasing you. Tell you what, I’ll let you retrieve your password if you answer the following security question: Do you know any single women in their late 20s, early 30s who might want to meet someone interested in getting to know the real them, by asking questions about them for a change?
Full disclosure: It helps if they have trouble differentiating between humans and computer programs.
Frank Lesser is a writer for “The Colbert Report” and author of “Sad Monsters.”

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Jingle Jangles

Commercials often are annoying. Plus, they make my dog bark (Damn you, Kelly Ripa and your dog birthday party. Same sentiment to you, pistachio-eating honey badger. Oh, and squealing zip line pig? You're the worst). Bark, bark, bark.

Yet I've recently found myself tapping my toes to a few adverts. There were catchy songs representing the wonderful world of buying paint at a big box store or owning a Prius. Or something like that - the products aren't what caught my eye; rather it was the songs that caught my ear.

These ladies can sang. Rangy, both in vocal quality and style, from sea shanties to swigging a beer polkas to pouty London teenage angst to smooth 40s vintage to groovy chill to even some heartfelt ballads. Both albums have an overall upbeat quality with drama and flair and mostly fun times & a wink. I mean, any song with a cowbell in it works for me.
April Smith and the Great Picture Show - Songs for a Sinking Ship

Eliza Doolittle - Eliza Doolittle

So, thank you, commercials. And the best part is that Bryndal doesn't bark at these at all.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Toy Story 4?

When tossing the empty Guinness bottles from making THESE scrumptious treats, I came across a sad sight in the recycling bin:

At least they have some droplets of Guinness to ease the pain.

P.S. I could dollop the Bailey's frosting on just about anything and eat it. It's that good.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Getting the Short End of the Stick

Isn't so bad in this case. I know it is gimmicky and cheap, but I'm loving the playfulness and double duty of these Covergirl Blast Flipsticks.

Not to mention "blast" happens to be one of my favorite "curse" words. Try it. It's quite addictive.