Bits and Pieces
It was a kinda yuck weekend - nothing terrible but no fun either. After errands, we spent all day Saturday taking all the pictures off the walls, clearing out as much stuff as possible and taking stuff to our storage unit (four trips total) in preparation for having the ceilings and most of the rooms painted.
Our realtor tells us that uncluttered houses sell better and I can understand that, but my house looks weird with none of my stuff in it. Also, there's a limit to how much I'm willing to sacrifice. I'm not packing and storing every PS2 game, DVD and CD I own when there's no knowing how long it will take to sell. I have to have entertainment! diversion! amusement! I did pack all my books - that is, all the books I owned at the point that I was packing books, but I have accumulated a couple dozen more since then. I think they breed in the nightstand.
Sunday brought more of the same, plus a scalping and laundering of a certain doggy. On Monday morning I took both Sprocket and Finnovar to board at Dr. Mike's office. I was worried that they might be angry about painters, paint fumes or both and try to escape, and I didn't want the workmen to have to watch for them (and maybe not watch closely enough). I know it was the best thing to do - Finnovar needed some shots anyway - but I miss them awfully. The painting will be completed in 3 or 4 days; it was supposed to be sooner but the guys' van broke down last evening so they aren't working today.
Ever since I read A Margarita's post about the return of her poltergeist, I've been meaning to post a link to this picture of Lachele - note the ghost orb at her left shoulder. Spoookeh.
Maybe it's lack of sleep, stressing from the home upheaval, getting older or just a genetic predisposition to grumpiness, but lately every single morning radio commercial irks the crap out of me. The Kaufman Tire barbershop quartet is bad enough; I hardly think I need elaborate after typing the words "barbershop quartet". Then there's the Ricoh copier commercial which begins, "There's an old saying: you don't know what you don't know". First of all, I nor any of my recently polled coworkers have ever heard this "old saying" and secondly it's a remarkably stupid one.
The worst offender at the moment is this guy who's the business manager of the IBEW (International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers) telling everyone that unions have changed, trust him, give them business! That's not the part that bugs me. The part that bugs me is that he says something like, "I made it a point to reach out to every contractor that we have, and HAVE NOT done business with" - the wording bothers me. Wouldn't every contractor that you "have and have not done business with" be the same as "existing and potential customers" or "all local contractors" or something less clumsy? Perhaps it's his stress and tone, which I can't properly convey in writing, but who goes around saying stuff like, "I'm going to watch every episode of Firefly that I have, and HAVE NOT, seen before!"?!? It gripes me.
Lastly, there is John Shibley, President of Lenox Financial! He'll refinance your mortgage with no closing costs, as many times as you'd like! Actually most of his commercials are okay, but there's one where he goes off about 'you harm a kid, somewhere down the line, this life or the next, somebody's going to work on you with a blowtorch and a drill!" and then resumes talking about adjustable rate mortgages. Oooh, here's a link to the blowtorch ad! The sheer incongruity astounds me - this is in the middle of a mortgage commercial, remember.
The only bright spot in the morning is that Mr. Sparky electricians are no longer on my shit list because they have changed to a normal, regular commercial instead of this perky chick singer who warbled, in the style of a 40s radio ad, "you don't have to put up with all that malarkey when you dial 770-4-SPARKY!" Although it's a good thing I decided to write about it on new and wonderful Blogger equipped with Spell-Check, because otherwise I'd have lived the remainder of my days thinking "malarkey" was spelled "malarky", and honestly, who needs that?!?
It was a kinda yuck weekend - nothing terrible but no fun either. After errands, we spent all day Saturday taking all the pictures off the walls, clearing out as much stuff as possible and taking stuff to our storage unit (four trips total) in preparation for having the ceilings and most of the rooms painted.
Our realtor tells us that uncluttered houses sell better and I can understand that, but my house looks weird with none of my stuff in it. Also, there's a limit to how much I'm willing to sacrifice. I'm not packing and storing every PS2 game, DVD and CD I own when there's no knowing how long it will take to sell. I have to have entertainment! diversion! amusement! I did pack all my books - that is, all the books I owned at the point that I was packing books, but I have accumulated a couple dozen more since then. I think they breed in the nightstand.
Sunday brought more of the same, plus a scalping and laundering of a certain doggy. On Monday morning I took both Sprocket and Finnovar to board at Dr. Mike's office. I was worried that they might be angry about painters, paint fumes or both and try to escape, and I didn't want the workmen to have to watch for them (and maybe not watch closely enough). I know it was the best thing to do - Finnovar needed some shots anyway - but I miss them awfully. The painting will be completed in 3 or 4 days; it was supposed to be sooner but the guys' van broke down last evening so they aren't working today.
Ever since I read A Margarita's post about the return of her poltergeist, I've been meaning to post a link to this picture of Lachele - note the ghost orb at her left shoulder. Spoookeh.
Maybe it's lack of sleep, stressing from the home upheaval, getting older or just a genetic predisposition to grumpiness, but lately every single morning radio commercial irks the crap out of me. The Kaufman Tire barbershop quartet is bad enough; I hardly think I need elaborate after typing the words "barbershop quartet". Then there's the Ricoh copier commercial which begins, "There's an old saying: you don't know what you don't know". First of all, I nor any of my recently polled coworkers have ever heard this "old saying" and secondly it's a remarkably stupid one.
The worst offender at the moment is this guy who's the business manager of the IBEW (International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers) telling everyone that unions have changed, trust him, give them business! That's not the part that bugs me. The part that bugs me is that he says something like, "I made it a point to reach out to every contractor that we have, and HAVE NOT done business with" - the wording bothers me. Wouldn't every contractor that you "have and have not done business with" be the same as "existing and potential customers" or "all local contractors" or something less clumsy? Perhaps it's his stress and tone, which I can't properly convey in writing, but who goes around saying stuff like, "I'm going to watch every episode of Firefly that I have, and HAVE NOT, seen before!"?!? It gripes me.
Lastly, there is John Shibley, President of Lenox Financial! He'll refinance your mortgage with no closing costs, as many times as you'd like! Actually most of his commercials are okay, but there's one where he goes off about 'you harm a kid, somewhere down the line, this life or the next, somebody's going to work on you with a blowtorch and a drill!" and then resumes talking about adjustable rate mortgages. Oooh, here's a link to the blowtorch ad! The sheer incongruity astounds me - this is in the middle of a mortgage commercial, remember.
The only bright spot in the morning is that Mr. Sparky electricians are no longer on my shit list because they have changed to a normal, regular commercial instead of this perky chick singer who warbled, in the style of a 40s radio ad, "you don't have to put up with all that malarkey when you dial 770-4-SPARKY!" Although it's a good thing I decided to write about it on new and wonderful Blogger equipped with Spell-Check, because otherwise I'd have lived the remainder of my days thinking "malarkey" was spelled "malarky", and honestly, who needs that?!?
4 Comments:
That is one f***ed up commercial.
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Heather, at 8:32 PM
I didn't know anyone else got as annoyed as do I with IBEW, Mr. Shibley, and the EFFING BARBERSHOP QUARTET! What a relief to know I am not alone!
And - what's up with that car dealer who emphasizes that 'you can expect the best' from his dealership. Well of course you can! You can EXPECT the best from anyone, anytime, anywhere. Whether you RECEIVE the best is another matter all together!
hmpf
mom
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Anonymous, at 11:56 AM
You get the weirdest commercials! That "have and have not" is really annoying and . . . a blowtorch and a drill? In a mortgage commercial? Interesting.
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Anonymous Me, at 6:08 PM
I heard that commercial about the kids and blow torches today... after what happened to that poor little boy in Jacksonville I was offended that the radio station would even play such a thing...I am going to call the radio station tommorw and express my views about this commercial ! Who exactly is this commercial targeted to anyway ???
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