For the flip-flop lover in you, courtesy of Kate H., I present these:
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Month: September 2005 Page 1 of 2
My friend has this morbid thing he does on his web site where he posts pictures of famous people after they have died with X’s on their eyes. (Yes, Danny, it is morbid.) But in some strange way, I think, it’s his way of commemorating folks he likes who have passed on. All political arguments about who is appropriate and inappropriate to appear with X’s on their eyes aside, it’s sometimes a weirdly sweet gesture.
And here is mine, minus the X’s.
When I was a kid my parents were pretty strict about what television shows I could watch. I was the oldest child and they had aspirations of keeping my mind pure. Always safe for my television enjoyment were the shows on Nick at Nite. Now this was before they started showing shows from the 80s on Nick at Nite (what’s up with that???) and nearly every show that was aired was in black and white. My knowledge of old TV is weird for someone my age. I knew who I liked better – Patty or Cathy (Patty, of course, though I knew I was more like Cathy). I wanted a dad like Steve Douglas on My Three Sons – a grandpa like Bub O’Casey, too, for that matter.
My absolute favorite childhood TV show was Get Smart, starring Don Adams as Maxwell Smart, a.k.a., Agent 86, and Barbara Feldon as Agent 99. The show was AWESOME. The man had a shoe phone! (This was long before cell phones so the idea of walking around with a phone was still novel.) Agents 86 and 99 were always tracking down bad guys and dealing with villains. Agent 86 had this special hat he would use when a bad guy gassed his train car (they were on trains a lot). He could pull down the rim of his hat around his neck and it pulled a gas mask down around him. The man was a genius.
Inspector Gadget would have been a more appropriate show for my youth (Don Adams did the voice of Inspector Gadget) but frankly, it wasn’t cool enough. I preferred my shows in black and white, thank you very much.
Don Adams died this past Sunday. To commemorate him, I suggest talking into your shoe at least one time this week.
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Personally, I would be scared to go to this doctor based on his ad.
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I have been known to trash dive on occasion. After all, who hasn’t? You’re walking down the street and spot some gem sitting on a neighbor’s curb… You have to pick it up! My greatest, and most guilt-inducing, find was a picture frame. While on the curb it framed a picture of the Last Supper, which I definitely did not want. So I popped out the picture, left it on the curb and walked off with the frame. And yes, I will go to hell for that.
Last night I needed to get a table (a piece of deck furniture that has been serving as a computer table for entirely too long) off to GoodWill. It wouldn’t fit in my car and I certainly wasn’t ready to lug it for a couple miles. So I left it on my curb for some happy trash diver. And sure enough, this morning it was gone.
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If Jesus was really a carpenter, he either knew a lot of dirty jokes or had the restraint of a saint, which I suppose he would, right?
This weekend I visited my BF’s dad’s workshop where he makes and restores furniture and does woodworking. Because I DON’T have restraint here some samples of the phrases that made me inappropriately laugh:
- “Wow. These would make great flashcards so Adam could get to know his wood.”
- “Look at my dad’s new tape measure. It’s a Big Johnson.”
- “It won’t fit. The shaft is too thick.”
- “Yeah, this shaft is smaller. That’s why it fits.”
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