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August 18, 2006
Ways to Cure Your Boredom
The crazy links have been practically throwing themselves at me this week. I'm not even going to bother with a little intro that amuses only myself, especially since I have a lot to say about each individual link.
I'm really fascinated by sand sculpture and ice scultpure. I can trace this back to the summer of 1989, when my summer babysitter took me and my brothers to the Aquatennial sand sculpture contest and then got us turtle sundaes at some restaurant that I've never been able to exactly recall. I've only been to the contest a few times since then (including in 2002, when there was precisely one cool sculpture). But I did indulge in looking at these pictures of the amazing 2006 Canadian Open Sand Sculpture Championship. Wow. My favorites are this one and this one. Too cool.
To say that I'm a Target fan is putting it mildly. I grew up in the land of Target. When I first talked to someone who had never been to a Target, I almost died of shock. Now several of my friends are employed by Target. And I don't think I've ever gone into Target without spending less than 45 minutes and $50. Which is why this blog, Slave to Target is my new best friend. I mean, how else would I have gotten to see a little parade of people wearing Target shirts riding Target-embellished Segways?
I hate spending money on laptop cases. I don't have a work laptop that I need to carry around with me; I'm fine with putting it in whatever bag I have around and carrying it carefully. Laptop cases are so ugly. Until now. And I'd love them even if the blue one didn't look eerily like Cookie Monster with teeth.
You know that optical illusion where you're supposed to see a goblet or two people's faces? Now you can have a goblet carved to match your own face. I don't know why. It's actually a little creepy. But I'm enamored. Especially with the idea of using a little baby's face. Creeped out, but enamored.
Another thing that I'm not sure why I love: a shot glass measuring cup. Why would I need this? Don't I always know which size measuring spoon I need before I start? Is it any easier to reuse this shot glass over and over when cooking than to reuse the spoons? It makes no sense. But I want to hug it.
This past weekend we went out with our friends Stuart and Mary (hello Mary! comment once in awhile, wouldja?), and afterward, we ended up playing online, especially at YouTube. And they were kind enough to tell us that Lazy Sunday, the SNL sketch better known as the Chronicles of Narnia Rap, has become a web phenomenon. They tracked down and showed us the first response, from the west coast, Lazy Monday, aka the Color Me Mine Rap. And then the "midwest" (think IN and OH, not MN and WI) response to that, Lazy Muncie. I'm going to stop there, because those were the only ones I found funny, but if you want to see more of the responses, check out the links at the bottom of the Wikipedia article on Lazy Sunday or do a search on YouTube. Seriously amusing.
Stuart also made me watch a YouTube video called Where the Hell is Matt? When Stuart told me about it--a guy doing a stupid dance all over the world--I was skeptical that it could be entertaining. However, I have to admit that as I watched, all I could keep saying was, "Wow, that's so cool!" After that, I went to his website and read up on the details of his trip. Very very cool.
As long as I'm linking to YouTube videos (which makes me feel very dirty), I have to share a link to the campaign video of Vernon Robinson of North Carolina. I have to tell you have I have made exactly zero effort to find out if this is legitimate or not, and my source for it is sarcastic enough that I have no idea if I may have missed some indication that it was a joke, but if it's not a joke (and it doesn't seem like they're claiming that it is), I'm seriously frightened.
This one is a quickie. A bike that's a treadmill. Or maybe it's a treadmill that's a bike. Who knows. All I do know is that I don't get it at all.
And finally, one with a completely unrelated backstory. Back in high school, when people seemed befuddled by my very existence, I used to explain who I was by telling them that in my house, the music on the stereo was a combination of Neil Diamond, Black Sabbath, PDQ Bach, and Kitaro. That seems to sum up how I ended up this way pretty well. Other things that explain me include: learning cool math tricks was considered a reward for me; I used to write essays for fun; I built pretty elaborate (for a kid) two story dollhouses out of legos and made furniture for them and then just stared at them instead of playing with them; and I took a summer school course on tesselations because they fascinated me. And now someone has combined two of my great childhood loves to produce a Lego recreation of an Escher work that I spent a significant portion of my childhood staring at.
Posted to Links at August 18, 2006 07:44 PM
I think there's something wrong with me, because I would buy that tredmill... er, bicycle in a heartbeat if I had the money. However, I don't think I'm coordinated enough to even attempt to use it. (And they should just call it the tredcycle.)
Posted by: Krista at August 24, 2006 10:19 AM
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