Funny Bone

Some people should not have e-mail. My uncle L. is one of them. Every now and then, though, he sends through something enjoyable.

The New Supermarket
The new supermarket near our house has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of a thunderstorm and the smell of fresh rain.

When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and the scent of fresh butter fat floats by.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of eggs frying.

So far I have been too afraid to go down the toilet paper aisle.

I love minor league baseball. Always have. There is something quintessentially American about it. No, that’s not accurate: there is something about it that makes us believe that we are the way we say we are, the way we as a nation really want deep down, I think, to be.

Minor league ballparks are a thing of beauty. Some of them are more well-appointed than others, with actual assigned seats and concessions that make you don’t think of Bismark’s famous dictum about government¹. Almost all of them include the obligatory local advertisements along the outfield wall. Insurance agents, lumber yards, banks, auto dealerships, they’re all there.

But the thing that I really love about minor league baseball is that while for the players it is important – possibly a step to The Show, definitely better than selling appliances for a living – the minor leagues don’t take themselves too seriously. Witness the following trade between the Northern League’s Shaumburg Flyers (that’s Illinois, folks) and the Fullerton Flyers (that’s California) of the Golden Baseball League:

05/01/2006 Schaumburg Assigned the contract of RHP Nigel Thatch (Rookie) to Fullerton of the Golden Baseball League in exchange for 1 pallet (60 cases) of Budweiser beer.

– Source: Northern League Baseball

How can you not love that?

This headline: FBI: Powder Found in Texas Dorm Not Ricin is from an AP news story I found on myway.com

Now, if you were the FBI and you found “powder” in a dorm room, would your first thought be “a poison that can be made from the waste left over from processing castor beans” ?

Yeah, mine neither.

Kraft is using I Melt With You by Modern English in a commerical for Ritz crackers.

This made me giggle, and it may be old news to some, but I had to share. Do the following:

1. Go to www.google.com
2. Type failure into the search box
3. Select the “I’m feeling lucky” button

What do you suppose you’ll get? A randomly generated site, as with most things when you hit this button at google, yeah? Ah…not so. Do it first or read on.
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