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Kerri Walsh’s ass
I’ve packed my little bag and said goodbye to Barb. As soon as I can come up with Kerri Walsh’s phone number I’m going to call her and have her come get me. We’ll tell people I’m her father (okay, her grandfather). I’ll be the one crouched by the net, ready to towel off my Goddess of Beach Volleyball.
Seriously, this is the only sport worth waiting in line for. I’d like to meet the person who came up with the idea of sponsoring the back of her bikini bottom. [Photo: Kerri (6’3″) hugging her teammate Misty May-Treanor (5’10”)]
Steampunk gas mask
Three reasons why I don’t own this steampunk gas mask: a) I can’t imagine where I’d wear it, b) It’s probably hot as hell, c) and damned expensive. But I’d be set for all Halloweens to come.
Like many others, I developed an appreciation for steampunk from the novels of William Gibson.
“Steampunk is a subgenre of fantasy and speculative fiction which came into prominence in the 1980s and early 1990s. The term denotes works set in an era or world where steam power is still widely used—usually the 19th century, and often set in Victorian era England—but with prominent elements of either science fiction or fantasy, such as fictional technological inventions like those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne, or real technological developments like the computer occurring at an earlier date.” – Wikipedia
Fez of July Webcast Special
Brother George (Fez #14) and I will fire up the webcam for an hour this Friday morning, webcasting from the Coffee Zone in downtown Jefferson City. Should be lots of traffic in the Zone along with colorful carny folk and swarms of strangely dressed Americans celebrating Independence Day.
We’ll get started around 9 a.m. Central. Join us if you can.
Office-cam
6/26/08 – 8:20 p.m.
Gay Pride Day at The Onion
Skinny jeans, fat jeans
If you have an “issue” with weight, skip this post. You won’t find it amusing, insightful or nostalgic. It will only piss you off. (Are they gone?)
If turning 60 was a milestone, this week I passed one of far greater significance. I outgrew my Levis. First time.
I’ve weighed 155 pounds since high school. I’ve worn the same size Levis –34″ inseam, 32″ waist– for more than 40 years. And I have some jeans that are 20 years old. The same age as some of our summer interns.
You can see where this is going, can’t you?
I’ve gained about 5 pounds in the last 6 months, enough to make all of my comfortable, fashionably warn jeans just a little too snug. Oh, I can lie down on the bed, like some supermodel and get them buttoned but they just aren’t comfortable any longer.
So this weekend I purchased some new jeans, with a 34 inch waist. Talk about Passages. On the up side, it’s a hell of a lot easier to find 34×34 jeans than 32×34, although I’m not sure why.
Still in the last stages of denial, I came home and tried on –one final time– all my dear old jeans. Only a couple made the cut. The rest are in suspended animation in a big Tupperware crate in the basement.
I have no doubt they could fetch a couple of hundred a piece on Rodeo Drive (assuming straight leg jeans ever make a comeback). But you can’t put a price on knowing Jessica Alba’s little keester was packed in a pair of my old Levis. Sigh.
Why I don’t ride a scooter
A St. Louis firefighter attends to a victim of a motorcycle accident
after a collision with a pickup truck in St. Louis on Saturday.
Two people on the motorcycle were seriously injured. (UPI Photo/Bill
Greenblatt)
Sometimes, standing at the pump, I fantacize about getting a little scooter. But then an image –not unlike this one– forms in my mind and I crawl back in the 4-Runner.
And is Barb right, you don’t have to wear a helmet in Missouri now?
“Honey, did you roll up the windows on the truck?”
The Gizmodo caption for this photo was better than the NY Times’:
“Last Tuesday, Lori Mehmen looked out her front door in Orchard, Iowa and this is what she saw. She had a digital camera handy, and somehow managed to take this photo before crapping her pants and taking cover. This, my friends, is why always having a camera nearby is helpful.” [NY Times]