Jeux d'esprit

Random observations and assorted silliness

April 11, 2023
 
Newest installation in Target's Random Retail Still Life series (and IMHO one of their best to date): Bench, Beans, and Beach Ball.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

April 8, 2024 
 
A work colleague forwarded this link a propos of the eclipse, and since it's one of my favorite records and I hadn't heard it in a while, I put it on while I was showering during my break just now and had a great shower sing. The beauty of singing in the shower is that you're always -- ALWAYS -- in voice. 😏 (Clicking on the image will take you to the song on YouTube.)









January 26, 2024

I'm guessing the two aren't related.
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
November 27, 2023
 
Yeah I feel hip. 😝 (A friend on Facebook remarked, "Just don't break that hip.")
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

October 19, 2023
 
I picked this up at the farmers market last Friday. The gent who rang me up told me it was a crimson cuttlefish radish. I told him, "You're pulling my leg." He swore he wasn't. So I called him a low-down Yankee liar. He eyed me for a few seconds and then said, "Prove it." Thankfully the cavalry arrived just as we were reaching for our squirt guns.
 
True story. 🙊
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

October 6, 2023

If anyone in the neighborhood is missing a set of sheets, it looks like they have a side hustle.



 

 

 

 

 

October 1, 2023

The life cycle of a menudo:
 
(1) A baby menudo, blanched
(2) A menudo's steamy adolescence
(3) My lil menudo, all growed up


 

 

 

 

 

 

September 30, 2023

If photosynthesizing could talk, I wouldn't be able to hear myself think right now.


 

 

 

 

 

 

August 27, 2023

I'm pleased to welcome a new baby curbside to my neighborhood! (I didn't witness the birth personally, but I'm sure it was a beautiful and profound event.)


 

 

 

 

 

 

August 21, 2023

I put it to you that mushrooms lined up on a lawn as a makeable pool shot is evidence of a higher power. It's not a hill I'm willing to die on, but you will receive some pushback if you contest this.


 

 

 

 

 

 

July 29, 2023

Malapropism from my mom's neighbor, defined:

"Hornery": A bad mood that only one thing will cure

July 14, 2023

I came across these last night at Contemporary Craft in Pgh after a collaging workshop. Yes, I was tempted.



 

 

 

 
 
 

 

 

 

July 6, 2023

(1) Glad to see Radio Cthulhu's adult station is back on the air...
(2) ...and already has one avid listener.
 
😟



 

 

 

 

 

 

June 12, 2023

I returned from five days away late Saturday night, and discovered yesterday morning that there had been some activity outside my apartment in the interim. Mr. and Mrs. Robin will need to get used to my being around, as there's nothing in my lease about birds and eminent domain.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 1, 2023

Driver needed for greater Pittsburgh area. Under 3' 6" tall and experience driving Flintstone shift preferred. Must be over 18 months old and have a valid driver's license. Call Betty R. at Yabbadabba Deliveries PA6-5000 BC evenings and weekends.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 29, 2023

The Audrey Jr. twins persuaded me to chop up my neighbor and feed her to them.

Or I had beets for dinner.

Your choice.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 20, 2023

When you're out walking this season, please be mindful of the ground beneath your feet lest you step on a balloon hatchling that has fallen out of a nest.


  

 

 

 

 

 

May 14, 2023

Bucatini, bucatini, thou spaghetti straw,
Where hast thou been all my life?








April 21, 2023
 
So glad that the co-op's restroom is hobbit-accessible.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
March 15, 2023
 
A thought: one group of people who would do well to beware the ides of March are those who indulged in pi yesterday. Even a sliver of pi will give you a powerful bellyache since pi itself is, of course, infinite.
 

 
March 9, 2023
 
A rare image of a molting fire plug. Isn't Nature amazing?
 














 
January 15, 2023
 
I finally figured out how to describe the color of the light brown carpet in my apartment: mouse fur latte.
 

 
December 12, 2022
 
So one of the joys of sinus pressure, I'm reminded, is that when you plug your nose and blow to pop your ears, it sounds like you have a rubber duck in your head. And of course I now have the Sesame Street song as an earworm.
 

 
December 9, 2022
 
Some days are red corduroy days. They just are. (Seen here styling in a holiday tableau with the oregano plant, which was too drunk on sunlight to object.)
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
November 17, 2022
 
Now that it's cold out, I'm reminded of a sad fact about my very fine, straight hair: that when static electricity and acute hathead collide, it defaults to an epically bad mullet.
 

 
November 14, 2022
 
The letter I received from the imaging center after my follow-up mammogram/ultrasound has downgraded the density of my left breast from "extremely" to "heterogeneously." I consider this a win if only because "heterogeneously" makes my boob sound smarter.
 

 
October  31, 2022
 
I don't know what a group of turkeys is called, but since we have a murder of crows and a gaggle of geese, I think they deserve something at least as whimsical, so I propose that going forward we refer to a scene like this one as a pilgrim's wet dream of turkeys.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
October 19, 2022
 
Living alone for a while now, I've found ways to keep myself company. One of those ways is maintaining a pretty steady banter about people and things I pass when I'm driving. I was on a roll this morning when I was out running some errands, and paused at one point and said to myself, "You're like a parrot with Tourette's."

 
October 17, 2022
 
So when I turned on the plant light for the oregano this morning, I casually remarked, "Tits up," and received an earful about lifeformism: "We're plants, we don't have mammaries, etc." I think I might be streaming MSNBC a bit too much.  👀
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
September 8, 2022
 
Blood exits your brain after you eat, so the fridge door seemed like the right place for these.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
August 25, 2022
 
A friend posted this image on Facebook, and I responded: "I could have happily gone the rest of my days not knowing what mannequin boobs look like in a pushup bra."
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
August 18, 2022
 
Radio Cthulhu is on the air in Pittsburgh.
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
August 10, 2022
 
Can we talk about your definition of "fashion"? 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
August 10, 2022
 
#OneInEveryCrowd #GottaBeMe
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
July 22, 2022
 
A couple of recent addenda to the "Malaprop Files" (ESL neologisms defined):
 
"Cotralitally":
(1) The code name for a British-based anti-fascist insurgency in Italy during the 1930s and '40s. It proved to be only marginally successful in part because of the poor branding: leaving out the N in "contra" and putting a second L in "Italy" was not enough to throw off Mussolini's security force.
 
(2) A nonce word used in children's games that was originally in the old '60s novelty hit, "The Name Game," but was edited out of the released version, since "Co-Trali-Tally-Tee / Banana-Fanna-etc." didn't fit in with the other verses. (Bootlegs of that version exist on the dark web.)

"Legitimative":
This is an instance of what linguists have taken to calling word-tumors: unnecessary extra syllables speakers add to existing words to make them sound more erudite. Some linguists expand on this metaphor and describe such add-ons as "generally benign." Not all agree with this assessment, though, in particular among traditionalists. A seasoned linguist from Oxford, for example, scored a bon mot at a recent conference by describing this particular word-tumor as "ill legitimate."

July 16, 2022

It's migrating.


 

 

 

 

 

 

July 15, 2022

So this landed in my neighborhood. How concerned should I be?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 25, 2022

I have no idea which species did this, but I have a hunch about what they'd been eating.

Title: "Avian Splatter #6: Mood Indigo"


 

 

 

 

 

 

May 13, 2022

There's an old etiological myth in Western PA that runs as follows:
 
In the spring when the oak trees drop their pollen pods, the rain, wind, and leaf blowers come together and mold them, and infuse them with the spark of life. And that, my children, is where muppets come from.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 10, 2022

When the amber tix are sold out and you need to settle for the cheap seats.







 

May 2, 2022

Problem: Rumors of an imminent green revolution

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Solution: Haircuts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 28, 2022

Q: How long have you had that top?
A: Long enough.


 

 

 

 

 

 

April 19, 2022

Coming soon to a nightmare near you.


 

 

 

 

 

 

March 27, 2022

When you need to run outside and put on your shoes in the dark.


 

 

 

 

 

 

March 16, 2022

#CrocusStrong

(That's a real hashtag.)


 

 

 

 

 

 

March 13, 2022

As part of my one-woman effort to resuscitate the fortunes of lard, I brainstormed last night while making Hungarian stewed cabbage for an effective marketing campaign, and settled on the catch phrase "albino butter." Also in the running (perhaps for use in follow-up media blitzes): "the other Crisco" and "butter with biceps." Rejected: "tastiest heart attack ever."


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 10, 2022

 
NB: Both of those are actual hashtags.


 

 

 

 

 

 

March 4, 2022

You can tell a lot about the clientele of a restaurant from the theatricality of their restrooms.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

February 19, 2022

Note to self: when starting a Globle game going forward, use at least a moderate sized country. For the f*** of it, I decided to start this morning's game with Nauru, and then spent 15-20 seconds blowing up the globe by several orders of magnitude so that I could see what color it was!
 
 
February 17, 2022

When your AncestryDNA test reveals that you're 9% Cookie Monster, you bake chocolate chip cookies on a rainy midwinter night. (Thanks to years of speech therapy, I no longer pronounce the C-word "COOOOOOOkie!")

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
January 27, 2022
 
The latest installment of "You know you're a space cadet when...":
 
...you take your ring off to wash some veggies for lunch, then eat, put together a shopping list, leave your apartment, drive to your first stop (the post office), have a pleasant conversation with the clerk, whom you haven't seen in a while, arrive at your second stop (Rite Aid), realize as you're getting out of your car that you're not wearing your ring, check your coat and jeans pockets (twice each), wonder why you took it off your finger, check your left glove (twice), wonder if it fell off your finger (somehow) at the post office, resolve to drop by on the way home, pick up your prescription, drive to your third destination (the co-op), remember when and why you took your ring off your finger, remember that you were still wearing the same top you had on when you were prepping your lunch, check the right pocket of your fleece, and...find your ring right where you left it.

 

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