Thursday, March 31, 2011
As you can see by the last few posts, I've been cleaning out the ol' CrapCam. I actually quite like this picture for its negligible-but-present aesthetic value. I took this while waiting for Chris to use the ATM in the lobby of the bank near our house. That spot on the floor is caused by thousands of pairs of shoes shedding a bit of salted slush from outside.
The call is coming from inside the bathtub.
We love watching the news on WGN. It's oh-so-Chicagoey, and they strike just the right balance of professionalism befitting the nation's second city vs. C-list reporters who couldn't make it on the west coast. B-list, really. For C-list talent you have to go to a market like Las Vegas, where at least two prime time news anchors have lazy eyes. I am not making this up.
Most of the time, on the 9 o'clock news, WGN leads with national stories, followed by whatever the big news in Chicago is. There are two (count them!) weather segments, because weather is Serious Business here, and sports at the end (hint: the goddamn Cubs lost again).
Sometimes, a story like this comes up:
She actually led off the story by saying that police were looking for a "short, orange-skinned boy who goes by the name Ernie." Yes, really. The story is that 2,500 rubber ducks have gone missing from a suburban police academy. They were to be used for a fundraiser. So they went with the Ernie angle, naturally.
Government torture
No, it's not quite Gitmo, but still. This poster was on the wall of the hospital room where Henry and I were living for a few days.
I guess I should have taken a closeup, but I don't know if the CrapCam could have handled it. The poster features several Native American children who are all verbing in one way or another. Mountain Bike, Dogsled, Shawldance... you know, verbs. As far as I could tell, the verbs on this poster were sponsored by some government committee to get kids to do stuff. Verb-wise.
I guess I should have taken a closeup, but I don't know if the CrapCam could have handled it. The poster features several Native American children who are all verbing in one way or another. Mountain Bike, Dogsled, Shawldance... you know, verbs. As far as I could tell, the verbs on this poster were sponsored by some government committee to get kids to do stuff. Verb-wise.
It drove Chris NUTS that so many of the things on that list weren't verbs at all, like basketball and soccer. My sticking point was that the website doesn't work anymore. How the hell am I supposed to verb, native style or otherwise, without access to VERBnow.com?
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