Friday, June 25, 2010
Big Bang...
Yesterday, my friend Dean and I travelled to Seattle for an afternoon Mariners' game at Safeco Field. It was a beautiful day except for absolutely NO parking! Sheesh, we drove around that area for an hour and a half looking for anything, but zilch. Anyways, we finally found something and got into the stadium for the bottom half of the 5th inning. The M's and Cubs were tied at 2 apiece at the end of the 9th, and didn't settle it until the 13th inning! (3-2 Cubs) So we almost got to see a full game anyways (nice save, baseball gods).
The thing that got me thinking, however, was on the way to Seattle, we passed a semi tanker truck that had bright orange signs on it saying, "Molten Sulphur." Wow. Where did they pick up molten sulphur from and where are they delivering it to? Who puts in an order for MOLTEN SULPHUR?? Hell, maybe? "Here's your order of molten sulphur, your lowness, Prince of Darkness, sir. Just sign on the dotted line and initial that it's been received."
Seriously, who is working with that stuff? On the way back from Seattle, we passed another semi tanker truck with a sign saying, "Liquified Petroleum Gas." I'm not sure of the chemical properties involved here, but what would happen if Truck A crashed into Truck B? Molten Sulphur versus LPG! Could be the end of the world as we know it. Or at the very least, a Hollywood-worthy, Bruckheimer-esque explosion to rock the screen!
Or maybe they cancel each other out. Fizzle...
The thing that got me thinking, however, was on the way to Seattle, we passed a semi tanker truck that had bright orange signs on it saying, "Molten Sulphur." Wow. Where did they pick up molten sulphur from and where are they delivering it to? Who puts in an order for MOLTEN SULPHUR?? Hell, maybe? "Here's your order of molten sulphur, your lowness, Prince of Darkness, sir. Just sign on the dotted line and initial that it's been received."
Seriously, who is working with that stuff? On the way back from Seattle, we passed another semi tanker truck with a sign saying, "Liquified Petroleum Gas." I'm not sure of the chemical properties involved here, but what would happen if Truck A crashed into Truck B? Molten Sulphur versus LPG! Could be the end of the world as we know it. Or at the very least, a Hollywood-worthy, Bruckheimer-esque explosion to rock the screen!
Or maybe they cancel each other out. Fizzle...
Friday, June 11, 2010
No Ants In My Pants...
Just in my hair. Seriously. After my run in Deer Lake Park this morning, I huffed and puffed back into the house and was about to have a shower when I looked in the mirror. There above my forehead, crawling through some of my ever-so-thinning hair, I saw a black ant. That must have been quite a ride for the little guy! One minute he's minding his own business on a leaf, the next he's seeing the bush rushing past as I bob and weave along the trail. He clung on for dear life and will no doubt have an amazing story to tell when he makes it back to his ant hill again. Good luck little guy! After gently releasing him, and briefly before flushing, I wondered if my house's sewage system led to Deer Lake or not....
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Royal Flush...
We have been teaching our 5 year old, Kylan, to not flush the toilet if someone's having a shower. He has now become accustomed to yelling from the bathroom, "Is anyone in the shower?" every time he uses the toilet. The other morning he came into our ensuite bathroom while I was showering and said that he needed to use the washroom but he wouldn't flush. From under the spray I told him it was no problem, and then I heard him proceed to say out loud to himself, "Don't flush, don't flush, don't flush..." Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... FLUSH! "Augghh, sorry daddy!" I was laughing so hard listening to him that I barely noticed the scalding hot water burning my flesh. Kids!
In other news, I instructed my children at the dinner table that if they are ever being chased by a rhino, they should find some stairs. I don't think rhinos are adept at climbing stairs. That's some pretty solid advice, I think....
In other news, I instructed my children at the dinner table that if they are ever being chased by a rhino, they should find some stairs. I don't think rhinos are adept at climbing stairs. That's some pretty solid advice, I think....
Friday, June 04, 2010
The Plural Of Moose Is Meese...
There's a great bit by Brian Regan where he talks about learning a lesson in school on the plural of certain words (goose to geese, ox to oxen, etc), and how screwy things can become when you're trying to fit those rules into the plurals of other words (moose to meese and box to boxen just don't work... but they should!). It's a great bit (YouTube it or buy the CD).
Anyways, I sometimes think of a status update for my Facebook account and jot it down on a piece of scrap paper so I won't forget it. Lately I've written a few of them and wondered what the plural form of my status ideas is. Is it "statuses?" That's kind of boring. How about "statices?" Or "statii?" That's my fave so far - it sounds like it could be a medical term. Or a Latin term. Or a Latin medical term. Or just a terrible spelling mistake.
Oh well, maybe I've just got to stop thinking up more than one status at a time. Or just pack them into some boxen and feed them to the meeses....
Anyways, I sometimes think of a status update for my Facebook account and jot it down on a piece of scrap paper so I won't forget it. Lately I've written a few of them and wondered what the plural form of my status ideas is. Is it "statuses?" That's kind of boring. How about "statices?" Or "statii?" That's my fave so far - it sounds like it could be a medical term. Or a Latin term. Or a Latin medical term. Or just a terrible spelling mistake.
Oh well, maybe I've just got to stop thinking up more than one status at a time. Or just pack them into some boxen and feed them to the meeses....
