I believe that if time, distance, age and mortality status were not obstacles, then I could do Richard Burton. And would.
I'd like to draw your attention to the ongoing discussion in this post about the pestilent cavalcade of pumpkin pickers from NY who invade NJ this time of year. Really, Stankleberry - you must take this on.
An educational and insightful remark by frequent commenter and personal enviro-advisor The Proprietor led me to make a proposal that is not only a solution for the traffic aggravation caused by this seasonal situation, but I do believe that it could earn me a "NJ Citizen of the Year" Award. If such an award doesn't exist, I'd settle for "Best Tomato in New Jersey" but I still want the medal that goes with it.
See what you think:
Dear Barilla Pasta People,
Please pass this message on to the elbow macaroni department.
Who the hell asked you to put little grooves into the elbow macaroni? That would be fine if you were limiting yourself to the European pasta eating market – maybe they want to hold onto more sauce, but this is New Jersey and we want the traditional American Smooth version of elbows. And furthermore, the ends of the little pieces are not aligned. They’re like twisted or something. What is the reason for that? Is it too much trouble for you to lay them out evenly to dry? Or does that step in the process come right around your afternoon naptime?
Oh, I see that you have an American pasta production plant now. In Iowa! I can’t imagine that they are in favor of irregular elbow end alignment, so what’s the deal? It’s that Obama character, right? Going around saying we should be more like Europe – it encouraged you and caused you to jump the gun. News bulletin – he’s not anointed yet so until that happens * ptui ptui * we still have control of how the elbow macaroni looks. This is America and these elbows don’t twist. Neither do they have grooves.
So stop the funny business and give us good old American elbow macaroni – smooth and even and never changing. American style!
Yours truly, Suzette
Bad. There's a high-risk crossroads near my house. No fatalities that I can recall, but frequent crashes. Years ago, a flashing light was installed, yellow flashes for the up/down hill direction and red flashes for flats. A few weeks ago, someone decided to change everything to a 4-way stop. And they knew it was going to be trouble because they put 2 stop signs from each direction, and another one about 50 feet ahead of the intersection for a total of 12 signs, 3 facing each direction.
The problem is that no one seems to understand who goes first. You never know what is going to happen – most often, all cars headed east/west go, then all cars headed north/south go. Sometimes nobody goes and everybody just sits for a while. and, its right at the place where they built the paddocks, so the longer people sit there, the more likely it is that the tiny donkey will catch their eye and that makes them even less attentive.
Good. This is New Jersey. Photo taken on 9/23/08 about 8:30pm from the boardwalk on Long Branch near Pier Village. Envy us.
Pending. This section is temporarily good, but is going to go bad soon. It's pouring rain this weekend and I say hurray! because its holding back the pestilent cavalcade of pumpkin pickers from invading Monmouth County. On this map, I indicate in red where I work and where I live. I chose to drive home on a county highway rather than take the big yellow Garden State Parkway (cost 70c) and you can see that there are 11 green dots along that road representing the Hayride/Pumpkin picking cartel here. Of course, during PP season, it's impossible to navigate so one is forced to go on the Parkway to maintain sanity.Now that I think about it, NJ governor Reckless Jon is probably marketing the Monmouth county pumpkin picking opportunities to the Staten Islanders and Brooklynites in an underhanded way to increase the toll revenue. Dastardly!
Here's my proposal for the year: instead of trying to fight the masses of New York humanity who are anxiously waiting to pile up 8 to a car and spend a Sunday idling on Rt 34, I say now bring 'em on. Give everybody a free pass to the corn mazes, and once they're inside, fling their car keys over the top of the corn row. Whoever can find their keys again gets to go back on the road.
That should do it.
Little known fact: I used to sew my own clothing. I mention this because I can completely understand how you can be disappointed by a finished garment made from fabric that looked so promising on the bolt. Or how you sometimes cannot just leave it alone alone and add embellishments that seem like a good idea at the time.
- Did you go blind?
- Did the luggage with your real clothes in it get lost?
And here I thought that her bland classic wardrobe selections wouldn't give us anything to talk about. I mentioned before that she doesn't make many fashion mistakes but when she does make one, it's a real doozy. Take, for instance, that bow. Again I ask wtf?
The only thing I can possibly imagine is that she is continuing to send subliminal references to The Dick Van Dyke Show. Not content with her impersonation of Laura Petrie alone, she's throwing in a reference to Sally Rogers by replicating that hair bow. You might think that's a stretch but I'm telling you if a short Jewish man shows up at the next public appearance playing "Yuk A Puk " on the cello, then you'll know I'm right.
h/t Bob from the Rix Mix for resparking my interest in interpreting photos of political figures