What’s that expression that when the bird of paradise craps on you it means good luck?
Well, let’s hope that’s the case. Otherwise, I say “Damn you, stupid bird!” to the pigeon who crapped on my shoulder this morning as I was walking into work.
Next time I’ll be a little more careful when I walk past the big CVS in Downtown Crossing.
Since it’s Argyle Wednesday, just thought I’d post this lovely pic of Britney Spears walking around L.A. wearing a nice argyle sweater. (Thanks to Celebrity Terrorist.)
In honor of the day, I too am wearing an argyle sweater, just as I do on most Wednesdays.
And if BritBrit is also wearing one, then you know it’s trendy.
And yes, admitting that I celebrate “Argyle Wednesday” — in addition to Tie Thursday — confirms that I am a loser. Just in case there was any doubt. Continue reading
Much as I hate to post a “rerun,” it’s a busy week for me and I’m going to anyway.
Today is the 12th annual International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Last year I wrote all about how this holiday came to be and suggested ways in which you, too, can talk like a pirate. Rather than write the same thing all over again, why don’t you just click here and read all about it.
And if you want even more pirate goodness, well, you’ll want to stay away from my review of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. It might give you scurvy!
I don’t often go to Cambridge, and it’s not just because getting there by T is an uncomfortable experience.
Or at least it used to be. When I first moved to Boston, I worked for five months at a public relations firm in Kendall Square. Then they fired me, which was the best possible thing because I was not the right person for this job and I truly did not like it.
But while I worked there and for a couple years after that, every time I’d ride the T, I’d get an upset stomach every time we’d go through the Kendall/MIT station.
No joke.
It was like a Pavlov’s Dog kind of thing that my body just knew where I was and hated being there.
All that has passed now, thank God, and basically I just told you a story for no relevant reason to this posting. Continue reading
“Man it’s hot. It’s like Africa hot. Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of hot.”
— Eugene Morris Jerome, Biloxi Blues
Women think they have a pretty easy solution for dealing with a skin blemish.
All they do is apply some makeup, or strategically style their hair, and voila! the blemish is gone. (No, that’s not a sweeping generalization or stereotype. Not at all. Ha ha ha.)
Well, I like to think men have just as simple a solution. It’s a game I like to call “Fun with Facial Hair!” (Yes, the exclamation point is part of the trademarked name.) Continue reading
According to a listing of unusual holidays that I have here at my desk, today is Embrace Your Geekness Day.
Apparently, according to Holiday Insights, it’s also Fool’s Paradise Day and Barbershop Music Appreciation Day.
And actually, this entire week is Nude Recreation Week too. (No, I won’t provide a link for that one.)
So no matter your interest or level of geekness, just wanted to wish y’all a Happy Day!
Got an email from a PR person yesterday alerting me that the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile will be in town next week for the company’s Sing the Jingle, Be a Star contest.
Come one! Come all!
From July 13-17, local residents will have their chance to sing one of the company’s famous jingles (the bologna one or the wiener one — in English or Spanish) for a chance to appear in a national television commercial.
I don’t know all the details (that was all she wrote), but I thought I’d post an announcement here just in case it was your lifelong dream to be a wiener. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on this exciting opportunity.
For the second day in a row, I was nearly run over by a bike rider on my way into work.
Same thing happened both days: I got out of the T at the corner of Summer and Washington Streets, and just as I stepped off the sidewalk someone zipped right by.
Yesterday the woman yelled out, “Look where you’re going!”
Today the guy just zipped right by without saying anything.
Now, it’s not like I was alone or acting absent-mindedly or anything. And sure, yesterday I was on my cell phone. But is it too much to ask bike riders to ease up as they ride through Downtown Crossing at 9 a.m. when the area is mobbed with people commuting to work?
There’s no reason to ride through at a top speed and then criticize people who get in your way.
I think in these cases, I — and all other pedestrians — definitely had the right-of-way.
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