I was taking a nap while the dryer was running, and dreamed up a device to muffle the sound of a dog leash banging around in there. It would fit snugly over the clip, and there would be an extension of hook-and-loop fastener to secure it to the leash.
Unfortunately, I woke up before solving the problem of material, as regular foam wouldn’t hold up to the heat in the dryer.
This panel comic from the summer of 1946 makes no sense to me. What is going on here? The lad on the porch is floating in mid-air like something out of The Exorcist, along with his hell hound, and his mother is dismayed because it’s the third time this summer she has to call a priest. Doesn’t seem to be suitable for a family newspaper, but what do I know.
If I was a tube of Anti-Itch Cream, I would much prefer to be called “Itch Relief Cream”. After all, if it wasn’t for the itch, I would be out of a job.
I am attempting to install a dishwasher and of course it has become a project on the scale of building the Hoover Dam. I got the cupboard stuff off and out of the dishwasher’s assigned space, and the drain, water supply, and electrical are all there, so that’s good. When I took the bread sack that had been rubber-banded over the drain hose off, it began to ooze with some bright blue goop, just in case it was clogged I ran a snake through it. This caused more disgustingness, and the delicate aroma reminded me that the septic tank had backed up a few years ago. Yuk! But I got the drain hooked up to the dishwasher, and I reckon that running the dishwasher will make the pipes all lemony-fresh again, as we now have a fully functioning septic system.
Unfortunately, I have run into a problem hooking up the water supply. There is a 1/2″ copper tube supplying the water, with a compression nut and ring scenario, as you see here. I have an adapter that takes the 3/8″ dishwasher line and brings it up to 1/2″, but the copper pipe will not fit inside the fitting. I know it’s 1/2″ because I had a 1/2″ plastic pipe with outside threads that went on there OK, except for a thread mismatch. But the brass adapter will not allow the copper pipe inside at all, hence the nut can’t reach the fitting. I guess I could knock the ferrule ring off and install another set closer to the end of the copper, but that doesn’t seem to be an ideal solution. My cat was supervising the whole operation, but had no comment.
Don’t like this website? Consider the story of the old man, the boy, and the donkey.
An old man, a boy and a donkey were going to town. The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked. As they went along they passed some people who remarked it was a shame the old man was walking and the boy was riding.
The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions. Later, they passed some people that remarked, “What a shame, he makes that little boy walk.”
So they then decided they both would walk! Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walk when they had a perfectly good donkey to ride. So, they both rode the donkey.
Now they passed some people that shamed them by saying how awful to put such a load on a poor donkey. The boy and man said they were probably right, so they decided to carry the donkey.
As they crossed the bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and he fell into the river and drowned.
The moral of the story: If you try to please everyone, you might as well kiss your ass good-bye.
This morning Daylight Savings Time began, or ended, or whatever; had to set the clocks back an hour. This reminds me of the Story of the Talking Clock:
While proudly showing off his new apartment to friends, a college student led the way into the den.
“What is the big brass gong and hammer for?” one of his friends asked.
“That is the talking clock,” the man replied.
“How’s it work?” the friend asked.
“Watch,” the man said and proceeded to give the gong an ear shattering pound with the hammer.
Suddenly, someone screamed from the other side of the wall, “Knock it off, you idiot! It’s two o’clock in the morning!”
We have been serving customers like you since the turn of the century (off and on). Here you see an ancestor standing in front of an Everett venture in Maine. I think this was one of the Holt boys, if it was an Everett he would surely be in the store helping dad pack rutabegas in fish brine, or whatever turn of the century merchants did when they weren’t stoking the wood stove, or scooping out a few pounds of lard for a customer.
The partnership with the Holts prospered until a big fight over a checker game broke up the partnership. To this day an occasional Holt boy will drive by our house and yell “King me!!”. It’s not pretty.
I like to think that these honest, hard working ancestors would enjoy our web store at RestlessMouse.com – wish I had their business sense, and work ethic. The tax structure from 1910 would be nice also.
We had a mild disagreement here, about the trick or treaters. We had multiple kids dressed as Spiderman, and also multiple kids in Batman costumes. Teresa said we had “Spidermen” and “Batmen”. I contend that it should be “Spidermans” and “Batmans” because they are each dressing as a certain character. Maybe if they were dressed as snow people, they could be “snowmen”- Unless they were dressed as a specific snowman, such as “Frosty™”
I mean, if you had multiple kids dressed as Hugh Jackman, they wouldn’t be Hugh Jackmen, right?
Turned to Google for a consensus on this issue, but there is none. The comics tend to use “Spidermen” and “Batmen” on story lines where they get cloned or whatever, but I don’t think DC Comics would be the ultimate authority on grammer.
Some guy in a forum post summed it up nicely: “Superman is not a man that’s super. He’s Superman.”
Wife-mandated reference to our business: Teresa has pointed out that this blog is supposed to be a part of our business strategy, not just a place for me to bloviate* about superhero grammar. So from here on out most of these posts will at minimum include a WMBR (Wife Mandated Business Reference).
Today’s WMBR; I don’t get why we don’t sell more of our “grab bags”. I just added all manner of fun stuff to the grab bag bin. You get a heaping helping of craptacular fun for just $3!
* She didn’t actually say “bloviate” – I am paraphrasing. I don’t really recall exactly what she was saying, something along the lines of blah blah blah blah