bubble races

now, i’m sure you’ve all had the equivalent of an “otter pop” in your lifetime.  some backward people who live up in humboldt may call them “freeze pops”, but normal people know that they occupy a storied place in history as “otter pops”. 

alexander the grape, poncho punch, sir isaac lime, strawberry short-kook (my personal favorite), little orphan orange, and louie-bloo raspberry are all like members of the family.  if you were a family of otters. 

only 25 calories, no saturated fat, and no sodium…truly, otter pops are a nearly perfect food.  all that was missing was the lasting entertainment value found in other foods, like the twinkie, which defies the normal aging process to which most foods are subject.  for instance, if a high-school german student were to put an opened twinkie in the back of their classroom, they would be able to come back to it two years later, and find it still spongy and fresh. (renee, is any of this sounding familiar?) that is what i call lasting entertainment.

well, as of october 15th, 2007, otter pops are no longer languishing in the “fleeting interest” pile, they have ascended.  and it’s all due to bubble racing, an activity that takes place before said otter pops are frozen, and may involve wagering of cardboard 25-cent pogs, stray pieces of gum, and half-used pink hi-liters.  for those of you having trouble visualizing what a bubble race may look like, i present the follow picture:

this picture was taken immediately before the start of a bubble race (i apologize for being unable to rotate the picture.  that is beyond my expertise).  moments after this snapshot, i flipped the otter pop string over, and the race was on!  there are usually three or four participants watching to see which air bubble reaches the top of the pop first…will it be middle orange?  or outside red?  you never know!!!

you may call it sad, i call it the greatest thing to happen to my office since nose hair.

cheers.

nose hair

yes, someone with more delicate sensibilities would have used some sort of creative euphemism for the hair in your nose.  haha.

for those of you not put off by the title, today’s discussion, which actually became rather heated this morning between myself and the rhino in our room, deals with the difficulties inherent in keeping your nose free from stray, visible, (and therefore offensive to all) nose hairs.

from the disturbingly in-depth conversation which nearly made me late for breakfast, i have gleaned the following Things To Know and Share With Your Friends About Nose Hair:

1) any sort of visible nose hair, no matter how little it protrudes, is highly offensive.

2) the darker the hair, the more offense will be taken.

3) if you can’t tell where your nose hair ends and your mustache begins, you’re wrong.

4) trimming of nose hair is a precision operation – clumsy trimming may lead to matting of nose hair, which in turn could cause a rogue hair to appear in a previously cleared area of the nose.

5) having in-depth conversations about nose hair right before meals is an effective dieting technique.

this was the most stimulating conversation i’ve had in quite some time, which is not as sad as it sounds, because it really was a lively one…

in current events, how horrible of a mother do you have to be for kevin federline to be considered a more fit parent than you are? 

and just for the record, the phillies have been on a tear ever since i posted the picture of the phillie phanatic above my desk. 

maybe if i post a picture of the government of iraq, they’ll pick up the pace…

cheers.