Proving My Point, One Shopping Trip at a Time

This, in front of the local Petco store. Note: she did not have a handicapped license plate or hangtag. Also note: she was buying things in the "Bird" section of the store.



Furthermore, at a regular, four-way intersection I pass through fairly frequently there is a sign hanging on the stop light arm: WAIT FOR GREEN LIGHT. Since, obviously, Pennsylvania drivers need a reminder.

I rest my case.

Hey Google, Mind Your Own *(*#$&# Business!

Last night I was washing my face before I went to bed. And as I was drying it off, I noticed a slight dark spot on my cheek. Something about the size of a pencil eraser and about 3-4 shades darker than my normal pale self. Said spot is something that I've never noticed before. Oh damn...wtf?! So I shrieked for Dr. Nate and made him come in and look at it to tell me what he thought this spot was.

Incidentally, once I told him that I'd stab him in the eye if he said it was an age spot, he started laughing hysterically and continued laughing for the next 20 minutes. Thanks, dear, sweet husband with whom I am stuck for the rest of our lives. Jerk.

So this morning has been spent furiously Googling "medical spas doylestown pa" to find a place where highly-paid professionals will make this spot go away. However, I think Google just needs to keep its opinion to itself. Along the right side of paid ads are a list of various spas and such in our area. But the bottom ad was this:

Psychologist
Professional Therapy. Call Us Today
Get Private In House Counseling!
Doylestown, PA

Shut up, Google. I don't need your snarky commentary.

New Wheels

I finally found the time to get the pictures off the digital camera an on to the computer. And I also realized that we now have a generation of people who will no longer have happy memories of vacations, holidays, and birthdays. They will, instead, look back fondly on 001_352-0088-001, nov200125_001, and asd_11142_2008.

Hell yes, it's a manual.

Dr. Nate in his "I Am The Stig" shirt

I'm Sorry, California

You can blame it on the mormons:

http://www.slate.com/id/2204000/entry/0/

It Makes My Eyes Bleed

Stuff like this makes me glad that I'm heathen, atheist devil-spawn. I thoroughly suspect my downstairs neighbors are this incredibly dumb, too.

Dear Lewis Hamilton,

Keep your chin up, young man. Don't let the haters get you down; they're just jealous. I realize Felipe Massa has home track advantage, but neveryoumind.

By the way, I'm pretty sure Kimi is an android.

Snout Sandwich?

I did something the other day that I normally don't do: purchase breakfast meats. Sausage is pretty darn good and I like it. I rarely buy it, though, since the thought of making anything more involved than cereal in the morning is anathema to me. But Those From Whose Loins Sprang Dr. Nate visited this past weekend. Which meant breakfast was upgraded for a few days.

But that's not the point.

The point is that I was in the grocery store buying said breakfast sausage and ran across something I've never heard of before: Scrapple. Scrapple? Yep, scrapple. I also ran across something called "pork roll" but that doesn't seem quite as interesting.


So, this scrapple...I'm both horrified and intrigued by it, but who wouldn't be horrified and intrigued by any breakfast meat (and I use the term "meat" rather loosely here) that appears to be a gray loaf of pressed glop?

And not only was this scrapple available, it was placed prominently in the case and there were no less than three different brands of it. If companies are paying for eye-level shelf space for this stuff, people have to be eating it, right?

But what, exactly, ARE they eating? What lies in the depths of that pressed loaf 'o grayness?

"Pork Stock, Pork Livers, Pork Fat, Pork Snouts, Corn Meal, Pork Hearts, Wheat Flour, Salt, Spices."

Pork snouts. Did you know you could eat snouts? I didn't.

I was so intrigued (and horrified) by scrapple that I dragged poor Dr. Nate over to the refrigerated case and made him look at it. Strangely, he didn't seem as disturbed as I. Seems he had already heard about said delicacy from coworkers. Dr. Nate even informed me that scrapple isn't confined to pork varieties, but is a catch-all term for any pressed loaf of glop made from the left over bits and pieces of an animal. You could have beef scrapple. Or deer scrapple. I guess it's that old Pennsylvania Dutch ideal of waste not, so eat gross things.

So I'm debating on whether or not I actually want to buy some of this just to torture myself and Dr. Nate in the name of science. Or if I should just stick to cereal. I'm leaning toward cereal.