When my husband and I were first married, we got an answering machine for our telephone. This was in the telemarketer heyday, in the early 1990s, and we were literally plagued with solicitor phone calls. (This was before I knew to remove our number from the public directory).
Anyway, instead of opting for the boring old “This is us. We can’t get to the phone right now…” we decided to have a little fun and settle a newlywed-argument at the same time. My husband used to wear a certain type of sweater ALL THE TIME… I don’t know how to describe them except that they were lightweight and slightly fuzzy, and he always wore a white-collared shirt under them. They came in three scintillating colors: tan, light tan, and dark tan.
I thought he looked like Mr. Rogers (from the Neighborhood), and told him so. He said he most certainly did not look like Mr. Rogers! I said he did, and the good-humored banter went on.
So one day, the husband changed the bland answering machine greeting with a poll. In it, he said, “Hi, and thanks for calling. We are currently taking a poll. My wife thinks that the sweaters I wear make me look like Mr. Rogers. Do you think so? Please leave your answer after the tone.”
Friends thought it was hilarious. And the results?
DING DING. Four out of five callers polled said that the sweaters he wore DID make him look like Mr. Rogers.
Just for the record, I loved Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood as a kid. It was my favorite show.
I wish there were more memes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and fewer on Monday, Friday, and Saturday. Mondays and Fridays are my busiest days so I don’t often have time to participate. Oh well. Sometimes I post my meme late but by then the blog-hopping excitement has faded to a fizzle. I do memes mostly for myself, but it’s a bummer when others don’t read them and share.
I’m considering ditching a few of my domains and blogs… I own a bunch of them and don’t have time to work on them much. The blogging-for-pay venture has dwindled quite a bit since Google’s draconian slam on blog ads (although my Google-owned Blogspot domains are doing just fine ).
My web host server has come under attack (again) by some dude in Russia. He owns nearly all IPs beginning in 75.85. After the fourth attack in as many weeks, and after reading that lots of other folks are complaining of the same kinds of attacks (the Russian powers-that-be and ICANN are doing nothing), I decided to ban all IPs from that address. That’s one of the many things I love about self-hosting blogs. I can see how things work, and tinker with it to make it do what I want. I guess that’s why I DIY around the house all the time. I could never be happy in an apartment, I’d always want to be knowing how things work and working on them.
I am not happy about Sandy. That dumb hurricane. I actually LIKE Halloween storms (keeps the riff-raff away), but not in the form of torrential rains and power outages. A couple of times it has snowed on Halloween, and I liked that. So Sandy better scoot out to the Atlantic, because I am not a happy camper right now, lol.
It’s bad enough to see people posing in their Halloween costumes. Now everyone is dressing up their dogs and cats. Ugh.
I have the very annoying propensity of dropping my food. Forks are terrible utensils, really, almost as useless as chopsticks. No matter how slowly I stab the food, no matter how carefully I try to juggle the jiggling food on those skinny metal tines, I ALWAYS drop a portion onto my lap or floor.
In China, it’s not bad social etiquette to hunch over your plate and scoop the food into your face with sticks. Now THAT’S what I’m talking ’bout, yeah!!!
But I fear that if I did that in the US with my fork, I’d be publicly banned from restaurants. So I am relegated to dropping my food and spreading great happiness to dogs and mice… *sigh*