As some of you know, I am a big fan of the blog Disapproving Rabbits. And this (short) video of the folks who run Disapproving Rabbits trying to harness train their new rabbit, Dougal, cracks me up every time I watch it.
I am also seriously impressed, having never seen a trained rabbit before. (Just try getting a cat to stand on its hind legs, or give you its paw, or wear a harness.)
Oh deer. I knew we should have taken down the All You Can Eat Salad Bar sign....
D'oe!
Deer family, party of three? Right this way.
(The third deer was grazing out of frame.)
Would you like to see a fawn's menu?
No, that's okay. I'll just have what mom's having.
Hey, don't like it? Don't eat it!
(Click on the photo below to get a closer view of Bambi here sticking out his/her tongue.)
[Note: I took these shots on Friday (before it snowed) through our family room window, so as not to scare off the deer. Hence the slightly blurry/stripey/reflective quality of the photos.]
That's K, as in $1,000. As in $400,000. You could buy a house with that. Or an Aston Martin V12 Vantage -- with enough leftover to buy a year's supply of regular t-shirts for you and your friends.
But J., you say, this t-shirt is made from 100% organic cotton!
Fie, I say. There are plenty of other t-shirts made from organic cotton that don't cost $400,000.
But J., you say, this t-shirt was made using only renewable energy sources (i.e., wind, solar) "and represents a C02 reduction of 90% compared to traditional t-shirt production."
That's very nice, I say, but $400,000... for a t-shirt?! Puh-lease.
But J., you say, the t-shirt has 16 diamonds, each weighing over a carat!
To which I would reply, well, that explains why it's the world's most expensive t-shirt, but WTF would anyone put 16 diamonds on a t-shirt?! Are you effing crazy? The first time you washed that sucker, at least one of those diamonds is going to come off -- and no way am I entrusting that baby to a dry cleaner. (Also, I bet it loses its shape in the wash and/or shrinks.)
But what really bugs me? For $400,000, you'd think they could have designed a more attractive, flattering t-shirt.
Btw, the t-shirt is for real -- and you can find out more about it, and order one, by clicking the link above.
On a related note, if this t-shirt had been around 26 years ago, do you think Paul Simon would have changed the name of the song to "Diamonds on the Front of her T"?
I don't know why, but I've been thinking a lot about Huey Lewis (and the News) lately. (Midlife crisis/1980s nostalgia? Or perhaps it was seeing him on Hot in Cleveland the other day, if only for a minute.) Anyway, do you really need a reason to listen to Huey Lewis and the News?
[One of my favorite 1980s memories is going to see/hear Huey Lewis and the News in concert, outside, on the Miller High Life pier, one summer. I don't remember much about the concert as I probably had one Miller High Life too many, and I have a vague memory of having to go see a doctor the next day as I couldn't hear anything, having sat way too close to the speakers or something. Anyway...]
Following are video clips of some of my Huey Lewis and the News favorites (presented in no particular order).
[Seriously, what is with all the chicks in skimpy swimsuits in these videos? Though at least they don't look like they've had liposuction, breast enlargements, and Botox.]
And last, but in no way least, "The Heart of Rock & Roll."
[Sigh, remember when videos actually had something to do with the lyrics?]
So what was (or is) your favorite Huey Lewis and the News song?
On a (somewhat) related note, against my better judgement, I'm going to attempt to watch American Idol tonight. Here's hoping they finally "discover" an actual rock/pop star.
In today's blog post, we reveal the reason why some women, despite being successful and attractive and seemingly doing all the right things, remain single -- and provide helpful tips on how to speak French (without actually speaking French).
First up, why some women remain single. (Hint: It's the cat!)
[H/T to friend of the blog Another David S.]
All I can say is, it's a good thing I didn't have the cats when I was dating the spouse. (Though I have had a strong suspicion for a while now that the cats, who spend most of the day on my lap or on my desk while I type, have something to do with the mysterious disappearance of job offers that would take me out of my home office and away from them -- which that video did nothing to allay.)
Next, how to fake French (when you don't know how to speak it).
Merde. Wish I had known about this one before we went to Paris.
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