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Along the lines of ‘Go Climb a Rock.’ Or ‘Camping Is My Bag.’

Going through a dusty, ancient file cabinet in my office yesterday, Co-Worker QB came across THIS little piece of marketing history.

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I sat at my desk and worked. She worked herself into a lather.

QB: OMG! We should totally put this on a shirt!

ME: That’s awesome.

QB: We could use the old logo too. We could ALL wear it!

ME: Totally retro.

QB: Retro, yeah! ProForma has these new shirts, they’re made out of bamboo … we could order those …

ME: Wait. What? BamBOO?

QB: Oh yeah, you can totally make anything out of bamboo.

ME: Bamboo?

QB: Yeah. I’d totally wear one.

ME: BamBOO.

QB: Dude. They make a crapton of stuff out of bamboo.

So I looked it up. And they DO make a crapton of stuff out of bamboo. There’s even a blog about it — 1,000 Things Made Out of Bamboo. It has a crapton of photos. One thousand, to be exact. There were more than a few I found interesting, however, the site is almost entirely in German, which … I do not speak. I can’t be sure about the descriptions, but I’ll give it my best shot.

First one’s a toss up. Nose Picker for the fingerless. Or one of the legs from that stupid spider at the end of the Stephen King TV Movie, IT.

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Harnessing the power of old people with the Giant Hamster Wheel.

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Some kind of musical instrument.

Or more likely, a bong.

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Pod People Casings discovered after washing ashore following Hurricane Katrina. Hume Cronin is expected to emerge any day now. All shiny and new with magical powers.

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Portable Periscopes. For Portable Bamboo Submarines.

Or bongs.

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This one I’m sure of. Really bad beer.

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And this newly discovered flotilla land mass. Huck Finn, eat your heart out.

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So yeah. I totally want the Good Nature shirt.

Bamboo images borrowed from these guys.

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I Don’t Have ADD, But By Golly If I Did …

Mommy Bloobs. Is this a Mommy Blog with Boobs Combo? I’m dying to know, because someone keeps searching for it and winding up here. Which leads me to believe it’s not a typo. And if I’m missing the boat on a whole new slang opportunity, I’ll be sad.

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A special shout out to my co-works who failed to notify me I walked around ALL DAY yesterday with a big ‘ole Woman Stain on my butt. I’d like to think the only reason you DIDN’T tell me is because you don’t regularly look at my butt. You’ll be happy to know, the pants were,in fact, clean. I haven’t worn them for awhile because honestly, I thought I had lost them somehow.  (Possibly misplaced between the shuttle to and from the gym — where I go soooo often — and my boyfriend Andy Garcia’s place.) So imagine my joy when I found them in a pile this weekend. I washed them. And failed to notice said stain. Which means I failed to properly apply stain reMOVER. Which means stain remained. Which is probably why they’d been in a pile in the first place.

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And an extra special shout out to one co-work in particular who greeted me this morning with a cheery, “Hey! Happy Last Day of Being 39!” ‘Cause 40 can’t get here soon enough. Just for that you ARE taking me out for cocktails tonight.

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Notes to Self

Write MP’s thank you cards please. It’s getting embarrassing.

Get the damn 2008 day planner already. And consider yourself lucky if there are any left. You cannot continue to use stickie notes. You know better. This happens every year.

Artificial grass. Eggs. Dye.

You joined a gym last month, wwwhy? I know you saw your butt in the mirror this morning. Seriously. Go. Tonight.

You’re going to take MP to the ranch store to see the baby Easter chicks instead, aren’t you? Pray there are no rabbits. You will bring one home.

Oh yeah.

The rain forest called.

They want their trees back.

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