Shopping on Amazon

It's amazing what you can buy on Amazon. I was there punching in "canned salted hedgehog" and this is what popped up. Apparently they don't stock hedgehog but unicorns are clearly the next best thing.

Apparently you can't pick your favorite part of unicorn as the can is simply generic 'meat'.


Searching for bottle opener brought this gem.

Who wouldn't be proud to have this on the wall of the den next to all of the dead animal heads? The molded plastic isn't like a genuine dead deer's butt, however it's an idea for your next taxidermist adventure.

"Gift for lady that has everything" is a strange search term and here's what Amazon recommends for that special person.

Nothing says love like a plastic yodeling pickle. I'm torn between the concept of the yodeling pickle as a mere novelty item and the pickle as a marital aid. Being a guy, I'm woefully unable to comment further on this special gift.

Re-Doing Rushmore

Photoshop provides interesting opportunities to re-write history. In this instance, to replace the arcane with the ugly (some buddies of mine and me).

Normally I can find something more interesting to blog about -- not so much today, as you can see.

Words to Live By

Trying to Work the Angles

No, I don't think that it's a photoshop job. BUT - From any angle, the angles are impossibly interesting. Maybe it's just a guy thing?

Friday musings

Are all three Muslims? Just asking the question, don't get tight jaw'd on me. 

American Foreign Policy at its finest.

Trading Places

This is just some random stuff from the Internet, but it tickled my funny bone.

Public Toilets in Downtown Oslo

They boast the French tricolors: and are aptly named liberte, equality, fraternitie -- they are pay-toilets, are available for both genders, and I did not enter for a closer inspection.

It made me wonder what France had done to Norway to deserve this. (note that Norway's flag colors are also red, white and blue) 

Passed on Your Passion

In order to write a song like this one, you must to have be stomped on pretty hard. Don Henley apparently went through it.

Lyrics: You Must not be Drinking Enough

I can see that you haven't recovered from the girl who let you down
And you'd sell what is left of your soul for another go-round
You keep telling yourself she means nothing and maybe you should call her bluff
But you don't really believe it
You must not be drinking enough

Well, the perfume she wore you can buy down at the Five & Dime
But on some other woman it don't smell the same in your mind
You keep telling yourself you can take it-
Telling yourself that you're tough
But you still wanna hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough

You're not drinkin' enough to wash away old memories
And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas to keep you from beggin, "Please, please, please"

She passed on you passion and stepped on you pride
Turns out you ain't quite so tough
'Cause you still wanna hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough

Ask yourself why
You still want to hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough

External Expectations

I'm not in Steve Jobs' position (I hope - ask not for whom the bell tolls). However, the advice is sagely and I thought to pass it on.