Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Nearly 800 liters of beer (freshly brewed, wonderful, 'German' beer) flew into the intersection whereupon the bottles promptly exploded on the ground and in the -4 degree Celsius (that's close to 28 degrees Metric, I think) air, the contents quickly turned into a frozen 'beer lake' (intermingled with broken glass).
It took an hour to clear the intersection of the debris. This process was delayed when the emergency response squad needed to treat the road crewfor 'cut and bleeding' tongues as they worked feverishly to separate the freezing beer from the glass shards which accompanied the amber beverage on the macadam.
While workers busily evaporated the remaining beer from the street, the only sounds heard from the crews were a series of 'loud belches' and the occasional shouts of 'Ich schnitt meine Zunge!' This, I believe means, "Hey, move over, this is my freezing puddle of beer, you go get your own!" (No, it actually means, "I cut my tongue", or, "A cu ma thung!", if your tongue is 'shredded'.)
The driver of the truck faces a fine for not securing his load properly and was unavailable for comment. Fine? Fine? This guy ought to be sent directly to jail. Wasting beer - who does he think he is, a Kennedy?
For more, click here -> Beer Lake
2008... The year that would NOT end.
Oh, the horror...
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The funny thing is that I enjoyed writing them all. They're kind of like your 'kids' with regard to the following:
- You conceive of them
- You raise them
- You set them free
- You HOPE they turn out okay
- You wait for them to support you (4 out of 5 ain't bad)
As 2008 will 'Not go gentle into that good night', I wanted to take a moment to look back at the year in 'blogs' (or, 'blobs' as I misspelled it the first time draft). Once again taking advantage of this week's 'Not looking back ever again' exception, here are my favorite blog posts from 2008 (the titles are 'clickable' if you missed any (or all) of them and wanted to re-visit the posts (a.k.a.: my 'kids')):
Work Speech 5/20/08: Because words 'do' matter in business...
Our Edukation Systim: Because lerning do matter in real life
E-Mail of the Dead: Because it's NEVER to late to reach out and touch someone
Leave Your Balls, Sharks, Monkeys, and Blow-Up ‘Units’ At Home: Because giant inflatable 'units' are a terrible thing to waste
Vestal Senior High Graduation - The Entire District Responds: Because you can't spell 'arrogance' without the 'Arr!' (A well-know pirate noise)
I Have a Cow (The Game): Because you have to drive somewhere...
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night... : Because it's just so darn SCARY!
Hey There, You With the Fish on Your Feet... UPDATED WITH VIDEO!: Because. Just because...
Dr Pepper's Lonely Moo Cow Blog: Because you can never whine enough about the 'Recommended Blogs' being taken off the home page of the site
Put That Dog Down... Or You DIE!: Because I am concerned about YOUR health. Could you please pass the mustard?
In Bed...: Because you HAVE to sleep (and eat Chinese food (hopefully, not at the same time)
Harry Potter Was NOT Seen at Berkeley Yesterday: Because I really enjoyed the books
The Mahna Mahna Song (Performed by The Muppets, Barack, Hillary, et al): Because it's my son's favorite (and I didn't write in it much. Thanks, big guy...)
A Clean : Is A Happy : Because a clean colon is a happy colon - just accept it, okay?
It's the End of the World -- But Can You Dance to It?: Because if the world DID end, I didn't want it to be a surprise to anyone
Help Stamp Out Duck Pornography: Because ducks and pornography DO mix (once the 'Feds' get involved)
Pssst, Buddy, Are Your Paws Hot Too?: Because, well, I thought it was funny (apparently no one else did...)
Hate Speech: Because 'Hate' never dies
We Now Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Crisis...: Because you can never have enough 'crises'
Greater Binghamton! (Marketing 101) - Deja Moo' Edition: Because nothing happens without a 'sale'
The Bunny and The Bear (A Fable): Because simple stories convey the clearest message
I Saw What You Did (And... Thank You): Because good things can happen when you least expect them
Whoa, I do enjoy reading my own stuff - that went way longer than I thought it would. I just hope you enjoy reading it too...
For you folks who have been around for awhile, thanks the time that we've spent together this past year. If you have friends (I don't) or family (I do) who may enjoy putting their minds 'on hold' for a short period of time, go ahead and forward this post to everyone you know, and they'll forward it to everyone they know, and they'll... Well, you get the general idea. And soon, MANY more people will be reading these posts - for FREE. Remember, you get what you pay for! (Oops, that was probably a bad analogy...)
My best wishes to you and yours as we stumble boldly into 2009. We'll have a new President, new Congress, newly Federally subsidized Financial Markets, and newly Federally backed Detroit. Given the prior laundry list of Federal incursion into our daily lives I'm pretty sure that things are bound to get 'curiouser and curiouser'.
If nothing else, you can be sure that life itself will continue to be funny. You'll just need to 'squint' a bit more next year to see the comedy in it. If you forget to squint, somedays I'll do it for you.
Thanks for hanging out with me, and before I forget...
"Happy Moo Year!"
Boldly going where no 'Photo-Shopped Cow' has gone before...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I'll leave it for the gloom merchants to highlight the "Top ____ (Insert number here) News Stories of 2008" (these stories are almost always, inevitably, 'Bad News' for someone). They'll be everywhere over the next few weeks in print, online, and on television. You can read and view THEM there, you won't find them in today's post.
As for me, I'm happy to leave 2008 in the rear-view of the Chrysler. 2008 was the year that was, I'm looking forward to the year that will be. But as anxiously look ahead to the future, I do feel a small obligation to give a nod back to 2008 and a few of the weird items which surfaced in 2008. Mostly, no one got hurt (although there are several 'self-inflicted' wounds following) and you may have heard of some of these Moos Stories. If not, well here goes:
And if thy hand offendeth thee, cut it off. And cook it: An Idaho man who believes he bears the biblical "mark of the beast" cuts off his hand with a circular saw and microwaves it before calling 911. Read more -> Saw
"A very souped-up Sony PlayStation 3": Scientists at the Los Alamos federal laboratory announce they have built the world's fastest computer. All this for ONLY $100Million! Operators are standing by, NOW! Order in time for NEXT Christmas! Read more -> The $100 Million RoadRunner
"Achmed, Achmed? Hello, are you there?": Phone-company wiretaps have been canceled because of the FBI's repeated failure to pay phone bills on time, a Justice Department report says. Read more -> FBI Call Home
"Owie, owie, owie!": Two fourth-grade boys in Chesterton, Ind., try to prove that a scene in the movie "A Christmas Story" in which a boy's tongue sticks to a frozen flagpole couldn't happen in real life. They wind up with tongues stuck to a frozen flagpole. Read more -> I TOLD You It Could Happen!
Really Mad (P/O'd) Money: Days before investment bank Bear Stearns loses 90 percent of its market value, CNBC host Jim Cramer tells viewers, "No! No! No! Bear Stearns is fine! Do not take your money out." See clip -> Oops!
Better Late Than Never: 220 years after the Constitution is adopted, the Supreme Court rules for the first time that individuals do, indeed, have the right to bear arms. Read more-> Happiness is a Warm Gun
I've Got It, I've Got It, I've... Ahhhhhhh!: A photographer covering a high school track and field meet in Provo, Utah, is wounded in the leg by a thrown javelin. The throw -- 170 feet, 6 inches -- wins the competitor a state championship. Read more-> Ouch!
Bailout? Bailout? We Don't Need No Stinking Bailout: For leading their mortgage company into trouble so deep that Bank of America bought it out, Countrywide Financial Corp.'s president and CEO will receive a combined $19 million. Read more -> Countrywide is On Their Side
Second prize in our sales contest is, 'steak knives'. Third prize is, 'you're drowned': A former sales associate for a motivational coaching business in Utah has sued the company, claiming he was waterboarded as a "motivational technique". Read more -> I'll Bet You Feel 'Pumped Now' Don't Cha'?
The 'Really Bad Timing' National Champion for 2008: As Bear Stearns worked with the Federal Reserve and investment bank J.P. Morgan Chase to arrive at a deal to keep from going under, its chairman, Jimmy Cayne, was competing in a card tournament. Read more -> Playing While the Bear Burned
So there you have it, a few of my favorite Weird News posts from 2008. There may be more, but I need to get back to the family (I'm typing this on Sunday). They're looking kind of 'funny' at me since I've been at this for a while.
Here's wishing everyone a 'Kindler and Gentler' 2009.
Happy Moo Year!
Friday, December 19, 2008
The following is sourced from actual police department 'incident' reports around the country. All of the following appeared in local newspapers (apparently without benefit of rational editorial thought).
Join me as I stare into the hard-nosed world of law enforcement. Don't blink. Don't be afraid. We'll be okay.
Third, if you 'break a mirror' in self-defense are you exempt from the seven-years-bad-luck rule?
"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! Here boy!"
As for me, I want to know what's up with that kitten's "rectum" on Shaw Drive at 3:18p.m. THAT does sound interesting...
A single word was found on the associated detailed police report. It was, "Aaaaaaflac!"
It was later reported that the duck was holding out for the new Obama health care plan to be instituted nationally prior to seeking medical care because the duck did not have adequate insurance coverage.
Disguised as what? A Volkswagen Beetle?
Apparently the 'snow' ball was the only 'ball' present in the building at the time of the attack. (Think about it...)
I've had a Swanson Chicken Pot Pie in the past, and I do remember having the 'runs' after EATING it, but I've never seen one run on its own...
Moo-ve along, moo-ve along.
Remember, let's be careful out there...
If not, see you in the police reports!
Monday, December 8, 2008
And now you'll probably hate it too. But I don't care... I've already been rejected by PROFESSIONALS.
I case you're interested, I'm attaching my LOSING story below.
Go ahead, laugh, or cry, I don't care either way. Because I'm a LOSER! (sniffle, sniffle...). Don't say anything, I'll be okay... No really, I mean it... Whaaaaaaaa!
The premise was simple enough – visit New York, see a Broadway play and cash in on a couple of free tickets for a new “Live” game show. The show, “Good Impression” was touted as the “Next Big Thing!” by the brochure that arrived in Liz’s mailbox with the complimentary promotional tickets.
Liz suspected trouble when she arrived at the studio and the skinny kid with the bad complexion scanned her ticket, looked up at her, and frowned.
“Problem?” Liz asked.
“Ah, no, but do you see those red chairs up close to the stage? You sit there.” The kid then pointed to the left of the main stage to a group of chairs sectioned off from the rest of the seats in the auditorium.
“You mean I’ll be up there. All the way in the front!? Wow, I really lucked out with that, huh?” Liz smiled at the boy and they walked over and looked down at the seat – one of the seats with the word, “Contestants Only” stenciled across the back.
“Hey, wait a minute, I’m here to watch the show, not to BE the show!” Liz protested. “No one said anything about being a contestant.”
“Well, contestants are picked randomly based on the bar code of their ticket. Your ticket says that you are a contestant. But don’t worry, there are ten seats in your section and we only get about two people picked per show. So that means you have something like a 5% chance of getting picked for anything.” The boy gave her a weak smile and turned to walk back to the main entrance.
“No, actually it’s a 20% chance that I’ll be one of the people picked if they pull two people out of a group of ten.” Liz crossed her arms and glared back at the boy walking away from her.
He stopped, turned around and said, “Lady, chances are that you won’t get picked, but being as sharp as you are with that whole ‘fraction thing’, you’ll do just fine if you’re picked.” The kid then turned away again and walked quickly back to his station.
Twenty minutes later the theatre was packed to capacity. The crew busily testing video feeds, lights, and running sound checks in preparation for the show. Liz soon found herself surrounded by other contestants who were speaking to each other in hushed voices.
The lights of the auditorium dimmed as the announcer announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce the your host of Good Impression -- Mister Rich Little!”
The man next to Liz said, “Rich Little? Good Lord, he’s got to be about eighty-years old. I didn’t think he was still alive.”
“Well if he’s not, it’ll be a really short show.” Liz laughed.
Rich took center stage and waved to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a great show for you tonight! This is the show where contestants can make big money by guessing who I am portraying based on my extensive range of vocal characterizations and physical mimicry.”
The APPLAUSE sign lit and from above a spotlight lit the contestants’ box. The audience howled in anticipation of the beginning of the show.
“How about you little lady -- are you ready to play?” Rich asked the still-laughing Liz.
“Uh, me?” Liz asked.
“Yes, you. Come on folks, let’s give this lady a big hand and get her up here!” Rich pointed at Liz with his microphone and beckoned her to join him on the stage. Liz left the safety of her seat and extended a shaky hand to the host of the show.
“So how are you doing today?” Rich asked the anxious woman.
“Regis Philbin!” responded Liz.
“I’m sorry?” asked a perplexed Rich Little.
“You were doing Regis Philbin, weren't you...?”
“No, we’re not playing the game yet – I only wanted to know how you’re doing.” said the smiling host.
“Oh, because just then, you sounded like the old Regis – the Regis that people used to watch when he was with Kathy Lee. Not like the new Regis with that no-talent Kelly Ripa.” Liz said this as she gave a small nod to accentuate the fact that this was common knowledge to anyone who had watched the NEW Regis Philbin show.
Rich’s jaw dropped as he shook his head and put his right hand to his chin.
“Richard Nixon – I love it when you do Nixon!” Liz was absolutely beaming now.
“Ah, um, okay, we might as well bring out our celebrity guest tonight – Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Kelly Ripa!”, Little shrugged as he turned to the opening curtain to shake hands with a 'slightly unhappy' Kelly Ripa.
Liz did her best impression of a banana – and split.
Friday, December 5, 2008
However, I would like to believe that in the After-Life that humor 'springs eternal'. Whether intentional (you'll know them when you see them), or due to some unfortunate 'family naming convention', the following folks left a legacy behind that will outlive all of us (yes, even ME). Long after I am dust, the following will live on in silent testament to those laid underneath.
W.C. Fields wrote in Vanity Fair (1925) that he thought his tombstone should read as follows:
"Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia."
W.C. never got this wording on his tombstone, but perhaps these folks did get what they asked for, or deserved...:
College students come from miles around to worship at the altar of "Weed"...
I'll bet it's a spooky place after dark with all those glowing orbs in the darkness surrounding the plot...
Oh man! I knew that 'Rock' was dead. But come on, not FUNK too!
I have lived too long!
Goodbye cold, cruel, 'Rap World'.
Please tell me that this is an abbreviation for 'Rapewoniwitz' and they were just being cost-effective. Otherwise, I feel really bad for anyone they ever dated...
Daughter: "Mom, this is Tom Rape. He'll be taking me out tonight in his van..."
Mother: "I don't think so young lady..."
Man, did someone take their 'Cocky-pill' right before they died, or what?!
I've heard of life-after-death. I never knew that 'cocky-after-death' existed until now.
I just hope they lived long enough to be classified as: "DumOldFarts".
Ahhhhhhh! The inevitability of it all! I knew it, I knew it!
Finally, a realist.
Must be a Republican.
I don't know about you, but if this were me, I would have died YEARS earlier...
I'll bet that 'Constant' was really skinny...
I hope the tombstone symbol means that he went 'Straight Up to Heaven'.
Hey wait a minute, that's the WRONG finger!
No wonder he died young... Somebody probably killed Lloyd C. Linton.
Figures the end of his name would spell, "C.Linton"... Another Democrat.
They would have saved a LOT of money on 'marble' if they just waited for the laptop to come out... This tombstone is rated: "PC", as in, "Politically Correct"
Hope these folks weren't "Mac" users, otherwise you could hear the audible 'thrum' as they spin in their graves for all eternity...
It looks like Micah went on that class trip to Washington, DC afer all...
Rest in peace dude. You were too young to leave. But thanks for leaving us laughing.
I wonder if this was written prior to Meatloaf's "All revved up and no place to go!"?
When given the chance to believe in something; this guy chose to believe in nothing.
(Yeah, he was a Democrat)
"Here lies 'Titman'. High school was really, really BAD for him..."
Oh, I get it. This is where that prank line came from... You know, when you call the restaurant and ask if you could speak to 'Seymour Butts'? "Paging Seymour Butts, has anyone seen Seymour Butts?"
Sorry, he's dead. Call back later.
But you can call your local deli and ask the following crowd-pleaser:
Q: "Hey buddy, do you have pig's feet?"
A: "Yes, I do."
Q: "Whoa! Where do you buy your shoes?"
- Looking for a 'one of a kind' craft project this Holiday Season?
- Looking to do a little fundraising for a worthwhile organization?
- Looking to work 'with your hands'?
Well, look no further! I have the ultimate 'crafty' experience for you! You'll need to drive a bit since it's in Illinois, but I can guarantee that these memories will last a lifetime. As an added bonus, it will be at least several weeks BEFORE you'll be able to get the smell off your hands!
For less than the cost of a pack of cigarettes in New York State, you too can own an ornament which represents the best that man, and reindeer, have to offer. Yes, in Bloomington, Illinois at the Miller Park Zoo, you can purchase Christmas Tree ornaments crafted from bits of twisted metal, and, ah, reindeer 'pooh'.
Yes, 'Ornamental Pooh'. Suitable for hanging!
I hope the Federal Government doesn't get down-wind of this money-maker! They'll want to use the proceeds from THEIR pooh sales to buy down that $820,000,000 'TARP' bail-out program. You know if THEY get involved, the price of 'Reindeer Pooh Art' (RPA) is going to go up. And like anything the government sinks its teeth in to, the cost associated with 'RPA' is going WAY up. (However, having written, and now re-read the prior statement, the idea of the Fed actually 'sinking its teeth into 'reindeer pooh' is an image which gives me HUGE joy this Holiday Season...)
Like MOST other things you'll find here, I'm not making any of this up. You can find complete, detailed reporting by clicking the following link: Reindeer Pooh
Could these guys really be selling 'poop' to raise money for the zoo? According to Zoo marketing director Susie Ohley, "Yes!" She has even named these products. The are "Magical Reindeer Gem Ornaments," AND each comes with a label of authenticity. (Yes, they authenticate that your Christmas 'ornament' contains 'feces'.)
Speaking only for myself, I'd like to know that stuff I buy does not contain 'poop'. I'll pay MORE if my ornaments do not include 'poop'. (I guess you can call me 'Old-fashioned'. Although... Do you know if there were any reindeer in the stable when Baby Jesus was born?)
My favorite line from the article: "Some folks are surprised at the size of the "gems," which are only about as big as marbles. "Reindeer are so big," zoo maintenance worker Sheldon Williams said. But the droppings are "just a big pile of small."
Yeah, that last quote pretty much sums up the entire post today... "just a big pile of small..."
Thursday, December 4, 2008
As I entered the Meat department with my typical ‘I need to buy something, perhaps it can be meat, but what kind of meat?’ look on my face, I noticed something disturbing. In the open refrigerated meat case with other pre-sliced cold cuts I read the following: Pre-Sliced Roast Beef “ONLY $7.89 A POUND”. Okay, on the whole that wasn’t too disturbing (but I’m pretty sure a pound of gasoline still costs less than this). The thing that caught my eye was a circa-1970’s fluorescent orange sunburst sticker pasted on the front of the package featuring the words “NATURAL BEEF” in bold print. I know I’m not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree but, help me here, what would you make of this? Since when does a store label food, beef no less, as “Natural”? Did the cow only eat organically grown Cow Chow? Did the cow actually spend some time outside, actively participating in NATURE?
I want to know what makes this pre-sliced roast beef in the clear plastic caskets able to be labeled as, “Natural Beef”? What other labels could they be keeping behind the butcher’s counter? Do they have a supply of stickers describing the following ‘Beef’ types?
- Un-Natural Beef = Beef from a cow that ate nothing but the stuff men eat when their moms, wives, or girlfriends aren't around
- Primordial Beef = Really old beef. "It's not just aged -- it's petrified!"
- Super Natural Beef = Beef from a cow that had an uncanny ability to predict the future, but was tragically inept at avoiding its own demise
- Free Range Beef = Beef from a cow that 'got around'
- Chipped Beef = Beef I remember from numerous Boy Scout camping trips that consisted of white pasty goo with beef sporting an un-natural brick-red color. Also known as 'S.O.S.', but I'll say no more on this...
- Tipped Beef = Bruised beef from a cow located too close to a college almost anywhere in the U.S. (If you have to ask you didn't go to a real college...)
Repeat the following to yourself, ‘It is only a grocery store -- it’s only a grocery store. I made it through showers after high school gym class; I can make it through this.’ Next time you have to shop -- take command! Upon entering the store, walk boldly up the butcher in the Meat Department and ask him to direct you to the ‘Natural Beef’ section. If nothing else, you’ll appear to know what you’re doing – unless, of course your store only features regular ‘Beef’. At this point my friend, you are on your own.
Avert your eyes, turn away and leave the store quickly. And for goodness sake, don’t look at the Head Cheese in the deli counter – it has nothing to do with cheese; but everything to do with head. And, you might want to find the 'Beer' aisle just so the trip isn't a complete waste...