Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Friday, Wheelizens!
Bug pastry…nom nom NO!
Haven’t the citizens of Cleveland suffered enough?
Hey…I only lived there for four out of the past forty-one years; they got off relatively easy.
And speaking of Cleveland, turns out their Trump statue appeared in Cleveland Heights in Coventry Village…the shopping area just a couple of blocks from where my apartment there was located. (And which was a major part of my growing-up.)
Said statue was also disappeared before any authorities could cart it off; I imagine it’ll make another appearance somewhere in NE Ohio.
Happy Friday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Mac -- no. Just. no.
Think of all the possibilities that missing Trump statue represents -- the locations it could appear at. Weddings, bar mitzvahs, mall openings, police academy graduations, Westboro Baptist Church.
Read that the Drumpf statue in S.F. was festooned with Mexican clothing.
I’m sure it looked fabulous!
Actually, it looked like Trump in a serape and Mexican hat. 👿
Just got back from teh weekly Waddlemart run.
Really hate when the corporate merchandising people decree that categories of stuff ought to be shuffled around. I wonder how much of that annoying carp actually boosts sales vs. consisting of merchandising people justifying their jobs.
As a customer, I find it a non-trivial damned nuisance because it interferes with my ability to get in, find the stuff I need and GTFO.
“…interferes with my ability to get in, find the stuff I need and GTFO.”
Suspect that is part of the plan. They might see that as a feature, not a bug.
I agree with your “feature, not a bug” statement.
I ceased “impulse purchases” of just about anything by my early twenties (after keeping track of every penny I spent for three months) and got into a strict regimen of budgeting and shopping lists.
I understand a retailer trying to induce shoppers to pick up a little something extra; I just get pissy when their attempts to do so interfere with my interest in getting in and out as quickly as possible.
…”not a bug.” Pun intended, Mac?
The cockroach is a lie!
Not really the best commercial. My favorite has to be Brenda’s Dog House commercial, but two I really like but can’t find are close runners up. One was a car commercial with a father pushing a shopping cart with his toddler in it through a toy section of a store. At every display case with a fancy toy setup the little boy gets big eyes and goes, “Oooooooo”. When the cart suddenly stops the little boy looks at his father who is making big eyes at a large display case with a new SUV in it and going “Oooooooo”. I could never show this to Elena but I described it so much that when she sees me looking intently at something that caught my eye I hear her say softly, “Ooooooo.”
The other was a Sears Christmas commercial. A young wife is buying some presents and gets help loading it into her car. The young man helping her is wearing tight jeans and a toolbelt and she is looking at his butt as he bends into the back of her car. Cut to Christmas at home. She is sitting on the chair arm of her husband as he opens his present. He is a little confused as he sees it is a pair of jeans and a toolbelt. He looks at her with a puzzled expression and she says “Put it on!” in a rather excited voice. It was well done and the look in her eyes cracked me up. I wish I could find it on You-tube.
Here’s my current favorite:
Ryan Lochte--what a dick:
“It’s traumatic to be out late with your friends in a foreign country — with a language barrier — and have a stranger point a gun at you and demand money to let you leave…”
His whole apology is “what I did was bad, but what them other people did was a lot worse.”
If you’re a drunken a-hole and you destroy somebody’s property for no good reason, you kind of get what you deserve. Too bad about your trauma.
Now if the guy came out and said “I was completely wrong, I apologize for my behavior, it will never happen again, and I am returning to Brazil to face charges” then I would have thought that’s a good man. Made a mistake--owned up to it.
I agree with your assessment, Sven.
It is even worse to be working at a low paying job late at night and have some entitled, self important thugs come in and damage your employer’s property and living and try to bully you because they are athletes and you are just little people, to where you must resort to guns to get them to restrain themselves and not use force on you. I wish they had been arrested and charged. It is bad enough they did this but then making up a lie that causes national embarrassment to the host country on an international scale is just terrible. How many gold medals does it take to balance our national shame and humiliation at what this jerk did? I read he cost himself millions of dollars with this stunt and I think that is well deserved. He should be consigned to a life of working at gas stations and putting up with arrogant, transient dicks that roll through and want to push little people around.
I am not a sports fan so I get nothing from the Olympics at best, but I feel shame and embarrassment about this.
It wasn’t even like he lost his documents or a lot of money. I think they left between 50 and 60 dollars wasn’t it? That would probably not even cover the damage. I would have given him that much out of my pocket to avoid my embarrassment as an American over his lie.
Yeah, Mac: it is embarrassing. The crime is bad enough, although relatively minor on the scale of things, but to then lie about it…that’s just beyond the pale.
I heard one sports talking head saying that well, these are just kids and they made a mistake--let’s move on. Lochte is 32 years old--he isn’t a kid, even if he acted like one.
Spot on, as usual, Sir.
But then I guess Hillary is just a kid and didn’t think, and anyway it’s Powell’s fault. She may surpass even Obama in blaming others.
You know what i wonder about the whole Hillary server thing? Everyone just talks about the emails: what else was on the server?
Yoga routines, Chelsea’s wedding plans, NATO defense strategies, the second set of books for the Clinton Foundation -- you know, nothing important.