I understand the need for companies, wether they are ours or theirs, to have translators that are not only fluent in the target market's language but also with their slang and lingo, so they know which slang expression to avoid. We got some (legal in utopia) fireworks last summer and since I was only in the presence of minors I could not fully enjoy the awkwardness of their label.
Speaking of utopia, it can be a bit of a time warp-culture shock up there sometimes, and seeing this totally took me back, like all the way to second grade! Remember him? Remember practicing to get the nose perfect and the fingers just right? And experimenting with eyes that looked straight and sideways and were full circles or half circles or even had eyebrows? Wow, life before cable and internet sure was good!
Speaking of utopia and creativity, the guys who worked on our house up there were quite the creative bunch too. ALl the supporting structures were doodled and scribbled on and it makes me so warm and cozy knowing that if we ever have to pull a wall off for some reason we can find happy joyful fun loving construction guy stuff like this underneath:
And in case you are wondering, this little attempt to blog while diverting current up to date reality is brought to you by the once again wounded me who was pretty much told by her dying of cancer mother yesterday that my feelings would have to take a back seat (story of my entire life) yet again (shocking it is not) because right now she needed her brother, scumcle. You remember scumcle, the one who has been lifting any and everything of monetary and sentimental value out of grandma's apartment for the last 38 years, the one who has had virtually no relationship with my immediate family for, oh, the last 30 years or so years? The one who stole my sculpture? The one who did not come to grandma's 95th birthday party? The one who thought mother's day dinner was no longer convenient for him since his tennis game that morning was cancelled? The one who my mother didn't even tell she had cancer to for a few months because she just didn't want to have to actually talk to him? Yeah, that bastard. Ever since he found out his little sister is dying he's been calling her every day. I figure either he thinks her cancer is familial and he is trying to pump her for information or he has a secret life insurance policy out on her and he is the sole beneficiary. Probably the latter. I can just picture him rubbing his greedy little hands together and laughing maniacally while making his way through the piles and piles of stuff that he has absconded with over the years.
I am angry and bitter and I don't feel like swallowing my feelings for once. So there.
Yick. Scummy family members are the worst. Hang in there. When you need a laugh, just look at your first photo. It certainly made me giggle! But then again, I'm juvenile. :-)
Posted by: Pocklock | January 17, 2008 at 10:40 AM