Ok, so...driving home from work, I noticed quite the little (or big) dance party going on in front of a strip mall. The dance party was a one-man show, and the said dancer was wearing a huge Little Caesar's sign while standing--I'm sorry, DANCING--on the corner of a very busy intersection. Dancing man HAD to have been hired for his moves because he totally had some good ones, my favorite being the PELVIC THRUST. Yes, this LC Dancer may have had the strongest pelvis to thrust that sign high into the air..strongest I've ever seen (which really doesn't need to be all that strong since I haven't seen a ton). LCD (let's just shorten his name to LCD for Little Caesar's Dancer) had on his ipod or mp3 player, and was JAMMING, I tell ya. So, that brings me to this thought to ponder...
"Does Little Caesar's have a position that states something along the lines of 'Now Hiring an extreme dancer for the corner in front of the store to wear our sign and wear a path of dead grass and dirt into the healthy green section of grass. Must load ipod with rad jams and be ready to dance for hours. Inquire within."
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Mutts are now specialty breeds!?
So I'm working with an old friend of mine from high school who now owns pet stores and wants some of my artwork for his stores. We talked about doing a "trade" for my work, and me getting a French Bulldog puppy. (YAY) I was looking at his puppy inventory and am seriously laughing in disbelief at how people are breeding MUTTS and demanding big bucks for them. Some of the names I'm finding are:
Yorkie Poo
Bugg
Morkie
Teddy Bear
Cavachon
Cockalier
Pekatese
Shih-Poo (really??)
Yorkie-Chon
Shin-Chon
Cavapoo
French Pug
Yorkie Pom
French Bull/Puggle
I mean, really folks...these are MUTTS and we are churchin them up (thank you, Joe Dirt) to seem like these fancy new breeds. Yes, I like my puppies like the rest of the world, but just putting a fancy price tag on a not-so-fancy item never works. However, puppies are adorable and this time, churchin it up might work for some of those softies. I also noticed "puppy financing" with no credit check--everyone is approved! Nice, for the owner of the store, but not so nice for softies, again. I'll be checking that inventory regularly for my own little, cream French Bulldog! YAY YAY YAY! Tana's getting a little brother or sister whether she likes it or not...my guess, she will NOT like it. Oh well...mama's gotta get paid, and what better paycheck than a cute little puppy face??
Yorkie Poo
Bugg
Morkie
Teddy Bear
Cavachon
Cockalier
Pekatese
Shih-Poo (really??)
Yorkie-Chon
Shin-Chon
Cavapoo
French Pug
Yorkie Pom
French Bull/Puggle
I mean, really folks...these are MUTTS and we are churchin them up (thank you, Joe Dirt) to seem like these fancy new breeds. Yes, I like my puppies like the rest of the world, but just putting a fancy price tag on a not-so-fancy item never works. However, puppies are adorable and this time, churchin it up might work for some of those softies. I also noticed "puppy financing" with no credit check--everyone is approved! Nice, for the owner of the store, but not so nice for softies, again. I'll be checking that inventory regularly for my own little, cream French Bulldog! YAY YAY YAY! Tana's getting a little brother or sister whether she likes it or not...my guess, she will NOT like it. Oh well...mama's gotta get paid, and what better paycheck than a cute little puppy face??
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Building Romance
I just wanted to get this out there because it's going to be an ongoing subject I'll blog about. The Building Romance includes neighbor 203 and neighbor 102. A male and a female. Both smokers, whom I believe have increased their smoking habit just to spend more time with each other. Now you have to know this, at first, I believe it was just honestly like this "Hey! I live in 203, I'm Pablo Picasso." (puff puff) and then "Oh, hi, I'm Georgia O'Keeffe, and I just moved into 102." (puff puff). But, my roommate and I have both witnessed Picasso's arm around Georgia, which clearly suggests more than friends. I don't remember the last time my guy friend/neighbor and I sat in public and embraced while talking. Anyway, back to the romance...
See, I have just recently been lucky enough to exit the building right after Picasso does in the a.m. on the way to work. I have to pass by 102, and I noticed a note with a picture drawn all over the envelope, taped to the door. I so wanted to read what the stick men were saying, but I feared Picasso coming back into the building for his forgotten lunch sack, or Georgia just opening the door to my nosey face in her business. So I just glanced as I passed. Dang it, I wish I knew what it said! But, previously, I've seen other notes, AND and AND a fresh, single flower taped to the door. I've also opened my door to take out my dog, and Georgia was right there knocking on Picasso's door and was almost frightened and a little shame-faced to be knocking on his door. (Like I care!?)
But most recently, I've thoroughly enjoyed the "Cigarette butt drawings" that, I believe, Picasso has been creating on the back steps. I'm going to take pictures because he keeps enhancing his sketches with more details and is even now showing his sketches with different emotions. Interesting, I think. I'll share with you but the rain has washed away the old sketches. Being Picasso and all, I just let mother nature wash away millions of dollars! Me=Dummy. Oh well, I have faith that Picasso will return to sketch more with his cigarette butts!!
Peace, homies.
See, I have just recently been lucky enough to exit the building right after Picasso does in the a.m. on the way to work. I have to pass by 102, and I noticed a note with a picture drawn all over the envelope, taped to the door. I so wanted to read what the stick men were saying, but I feared Picasso coming back into the building for his forgotten lunch sack, or Georgia just opening the door to my nosey face in her business. So I just glanced as I passed. Dang it, I wish I knew what it said! But, previously, I've seen other notes, AND and AND a fresh, single flower taped to the door. I've also opened my door to take out my dog, and Georgia was right there knocking on Picasso's door and was almost frightened and a little shame-faced to be knocking on his door. (Like I care!?)
But most recently, I've thoroughly enjoyed the "Cigarette butt drawings" that, I believe, Picasso has been creating on the back steps. I'm going to take pictures because he keeps enhancing his sketches with more details and is even now showing his sketches with different emotions. Interesting, I think. I'll share with you but the rain has washed away the old sketches. Being Picasso and all, I just let mother nature wash away millions of dollars! Me=Dummy. Oh well, I have faith that Picasso will return to sketch more with his cigarette butts!!
Peace, homies.
For starters...
For starters, I've been thinking of starting a blog because a friend suggested it. I thought and thought about a title and a subject that I'd even like to blog about...which led me to here: The Daily DANG! See, I'm kind of known for saying "dang!" a lot, which I attribute to none other than the awesome Joe Dirt(I like to add an e to the end and pronounce it deer-tay!). "Say it don't spray it brother, DANG!" So it just stuck. Being a normal human being with a conscience, I knew I couldn't keep updating my Facebook status every time I had a ridiculous observation to share. Therefore, I have decided to share these absolutely ridiculous observations via a blog, thank you very much. Now, you can read away and pretty much think "I KNOW! I've seen that SAME thing before...what is with people?!" Enjoy yourselves, and yes, I put yourselves (plural) because I already forsee many followers.
Some things I've unfortunately observed since I first thought about starting the blog, but didn't have the forum to report about it yet:
1. So I get a quart of paint, bright orange, very excited about it. Only $5 at the hardware store because it was a "mis-tint". Mis-tint? I'd say so! There was bright orange dripping down the side and around the lid, but when I open it, not-so-bright orange inside. More like a mint greenish gray. What the?! This was THE first purchase with my business debit card (I just started a new painting business), and it'll now also be my first return with the business debit card. DANG!!!!
2. Ok, so my friend Brooke is reminding me of these situations I've already experienced, and this is another one. RUDE concert-goers. I'm at a great artist's concert in an intimate setting, aka a bar. It's at least $20 to get in, a Tuesday night, but also in a campus town. I should know that a Tuesday night is a going out night (as is every other night of the week) when you are in a campus town. During the show, Amos Lee (the singer) keeps giving evil eyes to the back of the room, which I was shooting similar darts with my eyes, because this huge area in the room was being SO LOUD we couldn't even hear Amos on the mic! FINALLY, and yes I use all caps to show emphasis in my typing, FINALLY, Amos said "Could y'all just give me about 5 minutes and I'll be done? Or you can leave now, I don't give a sh*t!" And we all cheered because it was almost like I was on Boiling Points (MTV) and I definitely didn't win the prize money for lasting without blowing up on someone. Why pay the money to get into a small bar for a concert if you are just going to talk and laugh like a hyena? If anything, rude concert-goers, GO TO THE FRONT OF THE BAR where NO ONE was and be a zoo up there! It was a disappointment, but also just a ridiculous,unbelievable situation...rude people make me angry.
3. I had the wonderful opportunity to experience a new spa in Indianapolis, well north "burb" of Indy, and get a pedicure. We were celebrating a bachelorette party there, and we all had to reserve our services a while ago. Then, we had to call with our credit card numbers this week. While there, the pedi was fine. Upon departure, I kept asking if I needed to sign my credit card slip. Hold on, back up...when I entered the spa I saw a sign that said "We no longer accept tips on credit cards due to increased charges." So, I thought "Dang it..I have no cash!" Come to find out, I didn't have to sign a slip, and was told a 20% tip was added. Fine. But I also thought "I didn't think they put tips on credit cards, but whatever!". I check my account online today, and the $45.00 pedicure turned into a $60 charge. Hmmm....I'm good with math (somewhat) and I knew $15 wasn't 20%! That dang spa added $15 for a TIP for a semi-decent pedicure! Don't worry, I've already put in an email reminder for myself tomorrow to call and get it taken off. Why would anyone just put that on as a tip?! Ugh....rudeness ensues and I don't like.
I'll leave you with those few thoughts...hey, you got a special treat for the first entry...you got THREE Daily Dangs...don't get spoiled, that may never happen again.
Adios.
Some things I've unfortunately observed since I first thought about starting the blog, but didn't have the forum to report about it yet:
1. So I get a quart of paint, bright orange, very excited about it. Only $5 at the hardware store because it was a "mis-tint". Mis-tint? I'd say so! There was bright orange dripping down the side and around the lid, but when I open it, not-so-bright orange inside. More like a mint greenish gray. What the?! This was THE first purchase with my business debit card (I just started a new painting business), and it'll now also be my first return with the business debit card. DANG!!!!
2. Ok, so my friend Brooke is reminding me of these situations I've already experienced, and this is another one. RUDE concert-goers. I'm at a great artist's concert in an intimate setting, aka a bar. It's at least $20 to get in, a Tuesday night, but also in a campus town. I should know that a Tuesday night is a going out night (as is every other night of the week) when you are in a campus town. During the show, Amos Lee (the singer) keeps giving evil eyes to the back of the room, which I was shooting similar darts with my eyes, because this huge area in the room was being SO LOUD we couldn't even hear Amos on the mic! FINALLY, and yes I use all caps to show emphasis in my typing, FINALLY, Amos said "Could y'all just give me about 5 minutes and I'll be done? Or you can leave now, I don't give a sh*t!" And we all cheered because it was almost like I was on Boiling Points (MTV) and I definitely didn't win the prize money for lasting without blowing up on someone. Why pay the money to get into a small bar for a concert if you are just going to talk and laugh like a hyena? If anything, rude concert-goers, GO TO THE FRONT OF THE BAR where NO ONE was and be a zoo up there! It was a disappointment, but also just a ridiculous,unbelievable situation...rude people make me angry.
3. I had the wonderful opportunity to experience a new spa in Indianapolis, well north "burb" of Indy, and get a pedicure. We were celebrating a bachelorette party there, and we all had to reserve our services a while ago. Then, we had to call with our credit card numbers this week. While there, the pedi was fine. Upon departure, I kept asking if I needed to sign my credit card slip. Hold on, back up...when I entered the spa I saw a sign that said "We no longer accept tips on credit cards due to increased charges." So, I thought "Dang it..I have no cash!" Come to find out, I didn't have to sign a slip, and was told a 20% tip was added. Fine. But I also thought "I didn't think they put tips on credit cards, but whatever!". I check my account online today, and the $45.00 pedicure turned into a $60 charge. Hmmm....I'm good with math (somewhat) and I knew $15 wasn't 20%! That dang spa added $15 for a TIP for a semi-decent pedicure! Don't worry, I've already put in an email reminder for myself tomorrow to call and get it taken off. Why would anyone just put that on as a tip?! Ugh....rudeness ensues and I don't like.
I'll leave you with those few thoughts...hey, you got a special treat for the first entry...you got THREE Daily Dangs...don't get spoiled, that may never happen again.
Adios.
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