A Gift Oxymoron

A BlogSnax© post

[I was agonizing over possible subjects for today’s post. (Not really agonizing; I’m just going for dramatic effect here to appeal to readers.) I maintain a file of potential ideas on my computer that’s now several hundred lines long. (It’s actually 1671 lines but that includes blank lines and ideas I’ve already used.) It grows on an almost daily basis because my brain works overtime. (As explained in this post among many others.) Today it won’t go down at all because this one literally dropped in my lap today. (That’s a lie, too, and an egregious misuse of the word “literally”. It literally dropped into my mailbox. Close enough.) Well, here it is. (With no more parenthetical qualifiers.)]

A packet of coupons came in the mail. I was staggered by the wording on the one pictured here:

Yes, you too can save 10% on “luxury essentials”. What the heck is that?!? Only in 21st century America can one refer to luxuries as essentials. As a moral 3rd world country, we’ve completely lost our bearings. Besides, if you’re buying luxuries, should you really be worrying about saving a measly 10%?

Nothing here makes sense.

It suits the current cultural climate completely. (And it’s a perfect opportunity for that four part alliteration. Sorry about the extra parenthetical. Evidently I lied about that, too.)

Obscure bumper stickers

I like finding obscure references on bumper stickers. The common ones bore me. “Coexist”, “I ♥ my schnauzer”, “Vote for Some Schmuck”, yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before. No, I prefer something that takes some thought, off the grid, beyond the pale, outside the box. For example, not long ago I saw one with only the words “Jethro Tull”. Not many people in their younger years (say, 60 or less) would get that. The fact that I did made me feel kind of special, as if I were “in the know”. Here are a couple more. Can you identify the sources?

Throwback Thursday!

Remember COVID? It was a big deal until we all wisely followed the sage advice of a madman and injected ourselves with Clorox.

I don’t mean to make light of such a serious problem; I lost one person important to me to the affliction. But we’ve reached the point when, as I heard one NY doctor correctly predict would happen five years later, it’s just a bad cold. Maybe it’s okay to look back and have some fun with photos from that era. Here are three I’ve had in the files since then.

This one I saw at a farm stand. Good practical advice.

Here’s a warning from a seafood restaurant. I wouldn’t want to get on this guy’s bad side!

Finally, one from a diner. I stood on it but the darn thing kept swiveling and I fell off. I can’t win!

De-Googling

This will probably get me in trouble but I’ll admit it: I don’t like Google. Yes, I use Gmail because, to paraphrase those bumper stickers on Teslas, I started using it before I knew they were evil. I have an Android phone cuz it’s either Google or Apple. Pick your poison. But I don’t search with Google. I use Qwant or DuckDuckGo. Besides believing Google is a toxic company, it does stuff that’s either really scary or really stupid. Two cases in point.

  • Google Maps once sent me down a dead-end street then told me to turn around and go back to the main road I’d been traveling on before turning. Why? Hard to say, but there was a house for sale at the end of that dead end. Coincidence? I think not. Either the homeowner worked for Google and tweaked the search in his favor or the realtor paid Google to randomly send people down that road.
  • The only things I search for in Google are phone numbers. When I get a call from a number I don’t know, I don’t answer it, of course, but I also look it up to see if it’s legit or, more likely, spam. Quite often, Google will give me a list of entries, some of which display the following message:

Can anyone explain why I’d want to do a search without the only item I was searching for? No, cuz there is no valid explanation. What I usually get are listings of businesses who paid Google to show them when there are few other results. I guess this is what’s known as “search engine optimization”.

Blah!

This is what you get for following Google Maps religiously.

A coupla photos during a busy week

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Things are tight this week with two books in the works and a cycling fundraiser for Partners in Health coming in a few days. If you’d like to contribute, here’s the link to my donation page. Meanwhile, here are a couple of photos for your enjoyment… or something.

I was at this fried seafood joint and saw this sign. I decided against requesting any because I already have one and that’s plenty. No harm done. Based on a quick look around the place, they seemed to be selling like gangbusters.
Who knew there were enough clumsy pigs running around that we needed a special kit to clean up after them?

Antonioni strikes again!*

Having a camera in my phone is great for capturing strange, unexpected sights. Here are two examples taken just a few days apart recently in the same town, within two miles of each other.

Just your run-of-the-mill light-colored SUV out for a drive on a sunny winter day. Nothing worthy of note, right? But look closer…
Yes, this is a “Black Edition” Honda Passport. In glorious white. Or maybe it’s silver, who knows? One thing’s for sure, it ain’t black! What else could they be lying about? Maybe it’s not AWD either. Maybe it’s one-wheel drive. Maybe it’s not even a Honda!

Second example. This is the door to a local store that, as you can probably tell from some of the signs, serves a lot of low income customers, some of whom are bound to be immigrants in this immigrant-rich community. Or they could be mistaken for illegal immigrants and arrested by small-minded MAGA bigots.

Now for the blow-up…

Could someone be sending a covert warning because of the dangerous, toxic government that now rules this nation? I hope so but it’s probably just a coincidence.

A sad, ironic coincidence.


* Reference to the movie “Blow-Up”, directed by Michelangelo Antonioni, about a photo that’s blown up to reveal clues to a crime.

Those crazy Austrians!

A BlogSnax© post

(I’ve been doing a lot of these easy, photo-based posts lately. Perhaps I’m lazy. Or maybe I’ve lately come across an abundance of bizarre stuff worthy of further exposure. Or maybe it’s a little of both. More likely, it’s a lot of both. Here’s today’s slothful submission.)

A friend of mine recently returned from a trip to Austria. Gentleman that he is, he brought me back a souvenir in the form of a bar of Austrian chocolate. As a big fan of the dark brown delicacy, I was immensely grateful.

Until I looked closely at the wrapper, reproduced below, at which point my appetite disappeared. What do you think?

Which caused me to ask myself, “Who thought that photo was a good idea?”