So as you may or may not know I am an insane fan of Pixar's brilliant short films. There are a few that are outstanding, but all of them are great!
I just came across this one for the first time and I have to say, it's likely to be my favorite. I couldn't not share...it's hilarious, clever and a work of digital art.
Hats off to all of the artists and enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6umzWF8pbL8&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Friday, June 29, 2012
Sweet Ride
Call it hick, call it redneck, call it what you want, but where I come from it was not terribly uncommon for some people to take a snowmobile to school in the winter. Of course we had cars and busses in Vermont (nothing like the ones in Switzerland...ours are yellow and not Mercedes or hydrologic) and classic bicycles, but I wish we had THESE!!!!
Look at these bad ass motorbikes! And they are EVERYWHERE. And it's no wonder. Why, with all of the hills and mountain roads and 10km driveways. I would never have made it to school for the first bell without one either.
The craziest part is that the average age of someone who rides one of these ponies is 13. Kids tend to get their first one around the age of 11 or 12 and have go through a couple until its not cool anymore when they are 14 or 15. Must be nice.....
I remember when we were in high school, my best friend and I would ride her John Deere tractor to the ice cream stand in the summer and some days we wouldn't even go because the tractor took too long. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't have these after all...that may have lead to one too many creamies (Vermont lingo for soft serve ice cream!) when it was borderline unnecessary to begin with.....
Anyway, I think if I move to the top of a hill a Vespa is a possibility, but a motorbike, despite the age (yes, older people--my age--ride them too!) is also a very likely candidate for a play thing. They're pretty sweet aren't they?! And how fun?!
Look at these bad ass motorbikes! And they are EVERYWHERE. And it's no wonder. Why, with all of the hills and mountain roads and 10km driveways. I would never have made it to school for the first bell without one either.
The craziest part is that the average age of someone who rides one of these ponies is 13. Kids tend to get their first one around the age of 11 or 12 and have go through a couple until its not cool anymore when they are 14 or 15. Must be nice.....
I remember when we were in high school, my best friend and I would ride her John Deere tractor to the ice cream stand in the summer and some days we wouldn't even go because the tractor took too long. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't have these after all...that may have lead to one too many creamies (Vermont lingo for soft serve ice cream!) when it was borderline unnecessary to begin with.....
Anyway, I think if I move to the top of a hill a Vespa is a possibility, but a motorbike, despite the age (yes, older people--my age--ride them too!) is also a very likely candidate for a play thing. They're pretty sweet aren't they?! And how fun?!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Poor Barbie
I am on the train going through the paper and center page we have a nice article about sex. No problem, and I love the imagery but seriously Barbie, what did you do to yourself?!
Poor Barbie. Once the face of a pretty pink gown adorning princess with dream houses and pink convertibles has been shamefully subjected to the Swiss poster girl for sex.
And look at how her face is being exposed while that bastard can be any blonde GI Joe in the bunch. And the worst part is, she looks like she's loving it. What a dirty dirty tramp.
All I can say is that this is NOT the Barbie I once knew and loved. I'm happy to see her after all this time, but I would have preferred a glimmering pink ball gown and white gloves with perfectly matching plastic pink heals. Just as she lives in my memory.
I guess Barbie is all grown up too. It breaks my heart and hearts everywhere to see where she has taken her career. Hopefully she pulls a Britney and makes a comeback someday....
Poor Barbie. Once the face of a pretty pink gown adorning princess with dream houses and pink convertibles has been shamefully subjected to the Swiss poster girl for sex.
And look at how her face is being exposed while that bastard can be any blonde GI Joe in the bunch. And the worst part is, she looks like she's loving it. What a dirty dirty tramp.
All I can say is that this is NOT the Barbie I once knew and loved. I'm happy to see her after all this time, but I would have preferred a glimmering pink ball gown and white gloves with perfectly matching plastic pink heals. Just as she lives in my memory.
I guess Barbie is all grown up too. It breaks my heart and hearts everywhere to see where she has taken her career. Hopefully she pulls a Britney and makes a comeback someday....
Monday, June 25, 2012
Garden Gnomes
In my imagination....
There once was a little old man who had a green thumb. He and his wife cherished their garden and worked very hard to keep it proper and flourishing. Then one day, the little old man went to the garden center to fetch some things help enhance the beauty of their hard work. So he picked up some lattice to help the morning glories flourish, and some water bulbs to help keep the hydrangeas from being thirsty and of course a birdbath to welcome the birds to bathe their garden. Then, just as he was leaving he met the eyes of a little garden gnome. "Well, he thought. It certainly would be better to have an extra set of eyes around here to keep a watch on things," and into the bag he went.
When he returned home the wife was shocked and mortified by her husbands last purchase. "No way is that thing living in MY garden!" bit it was too late. The little old man had fallen for this stubby little red hat protector and was on his way to find him a spot. The wife was put off by the little creepster but let it be after she saw how happy her husband was.
The following week the husband needed more soil for his expanding garden, so off to the garden center he went. As he was on his way out he made eyes with yet another garden gnome. "Oh," he thought "how wonderful it would be if my title friend had a friend." So in the bag he went and out into the garden.
This time, the husband decided not to tell his wife about his new little friend after the way she had reacted about the first one, and just went ahead and put him out in the garden.
That weekend the wife was working away and had noticed the gnome, onu she thought it had been moved. Then as she made her way around the garden, saw him again, not realizing there were two. This freaked her out and she went inside waiting for her husband to get back from the gardening center.
Before he came into the house he stopped by the garden to hide his latest little lookout. When he came inside the wife told him what she saw and was foolishly convinced he had moved when the husband insisted that he hadn't moved him. She said she refused to go into the garden until he took the gnome out. That, my friend was quite some years ago.
Yesterday I walked by their garden which, needless to say, is not much aid a garden these days at all. In fact, there isn't a single plant here. All that remains is a gnome, and all of his friends, with nothing to protect but their sad, creepy existence.
There once was a little old man who had a green thumb. He and his wife cherished their garden and worked very hard to keep it proper and flourishing. Then one day, the little old man went to the garden center to fetch some things help enhance the beauty of their hard work. So he picked up some lattice to help the morning glories flourish, and some water bulbs to help keep the hydrangeas from being thirsty and of course a birdbath to welcome the birds to bathe their garden. Then, just as he was leaving he met the eyes of a little garden gnome. "Well, he thought. It certainly would be better to have an extra set of eyes around here to keep a watch on things," and into the bag he went.
When he returned home the wife was shocked and mortified by her husbands last purchase. "No way is that thing living in MY garden!" bit it was too late. The little old man had fallen for this stubby little red hat protector and was on his way to find him a spot. The wife was put off by the little creepster but let it be after she saw how happy her husband was.
The following week the husband needed more soil for his expanding garden, so off to the garden center he went. As he was on his way out he made eyes with yet another garden gnome. "Oh," he thought "how wonderful it would be if my title friend had a friend." So in the bag he went and out into the garden.
This time, the husband decided not to tell his wife about his new little friend after the way she had reacted about the first one, and just went ahead and put him out in the garden.
That weekend the wife was working away and had noticed the gnome, onu she thought it had been moved. Then as she made her way around the garden, saw him again, not realizing there were two. This freaked her out and she went inside waiting for her husband to get back from the gardening center.
Before he came into the house he stopped by the garden to hide his latest little lookout. When he came inside the wife told him what she saw and was foolishly convinced he had moved when the husband insisted that he hadn't moved him. She said she refused to go into the garden until he took the gnome out. That, my friend was quite some years ago.
Yesterday I walked by their garden which, needless to say, is not much aid a garden these days at all. In fact, there isn't a single plant here. All that remains is a gnome, and all of his friends, with nothing to protect but their sad, creepy existence.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Brain Freeze!
It's all about the little things, and today I discovered a little thing that brought me a series of very big smiles.
As a kid, teenager, college student, summer bartender, young professional, mid-twenty something, big kid, late twenty something, well you get the idea, basically since forever, Slush Puppies have been a staple in my summer life. Not everyday, or all the time....well, not after young professional...that's when I switched to frozen coffee (a very irresponsible financial decision), but this colossal cooling sensational mocktail has been consumed countless summers and guess what?! The counting continues!!!
Today, we went to the store on the way back from the lake to get eggs and i stumbled upon an oldie and a goodie. A timeless classic in the history book of Erin Bird. It gives me great pleasure to know this little mixing maniac of memories exists here in Luzern. That my little blue hat doggie wearing friend on a clear cup with a dome lid and spoon scooper straw with an array of artificial flavored goodness (my goodness there's a lot of artificial flavors going on this week!!!) well, it was refreshingly ridiculously good after such a lapse.
K took one amateur sip and, well, brain freeze. Best to leave it to the professionals!
As a kid, teenager, college student, summer bartender, young professional, mid-twenty something, big kid, late twenty something, well you get the idea, basically since forever, Slush Puppies have been a staple in my summer life. Not everyday, or all the time....well, not after young professional...that's when I switched to frozen coffee (a very irresponsible financial decision), but this colossal cooling sensational mocktail has been consumed countless summers and guess what?! The counting continues!!!
Today, we went to the store on the way back from the lake to get eggs and i stumbled upon an oldie and a goodie. A timeless classic in the history book of Erin Bird. It gives me great pleasure to know this little mixing maniac of memories exists here in Luzern. That my little blue hat doggie wearing friend on a clear cup with a dome lid and spoon scooper straw with an array of artificial flavored goodness (my goodness there's a lot of artificial flavors going on this week!!!) well, it was refreshingly ridiculously good after such a lapse.
K took one amateur sip and, well, brain freeze. Best to leave it to the professionals!
Friday, June 22, 2012
No Panties in Switzerland Today
I was just informed that while in some parts of the world they are celebrating midsummer, here in Switzerland, June 22 is National No Underwear Day.
Interesting and surprising culture.
Apparently, people, both male and female let it all hang out underneath in celebration of the summer heat.
It should probably be noted, well several things should be noted, but foremost that I was unaware of this until I got into work this morning and am in fact wearing underpants today. Just to be clear.
Secondly this is not a calendar holiday. Meaning you are still obligated to work, which is just nasty. I'm staying out of restaurants and furniture stores today.
Finally, this is not necessarily a holiday celebrated by older generations. While some elderly may be pantieless by default, this is more of a new thing that was created by the ever so creative Swiss youth. Oh boy.....
So, here's to No Panties Day. Drop them, toss them and feel the breeze between your knees!
Prost!
Interesting and surprising culture.
Apparently, people, both male and female let it all hang out underneath in celebration of the summer heat.
It should probably be noted, well several things should be noted, but foremost that I was unaware of this until I got into work this morning and am in fact wearing underpants today. Just to be clear.
Secondly this is not a calendar holiday. Meaning you are still obligated to work, which is just nasty. I'm staying out of restaurants and furniture stores today.
Finally, this is not necessarily a holiday celebrated by older generations. While some elderly may be pantieless by default, this is more of a new thing that was created by the ever so creative Swiss youth. Oh boy.....
So, here's to No Panties Day. Drop them, toss them and feel the breeze between your knees!
Prost!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Happy Flavors
They're here! They're here!
Thank you bunches Miss T.S. for honoring my request for some American greatness. It's the little things. The cherry, watermelon, apple, raspberry and lemon things (not grape).
We were reminded of when we put these little gems in Zimas back in the day and it makes me think it could bee on the menu this weekend...thanks Ames!
Nevertheless, this little cube of artificial and non artificial flavor brought smiles all around the table last night and will continue to do so until the last wrapper is classily untwisted.
Thank you Jolly Rancher candies for gracing us with your long awaited presence! We love you!
Thank you bunches Miss T.S. for honoring my request for some American greatness. It's the little things. The cherry, watermelon, apple, raspberry and lemon things (not grape).
We were reminded of when we put these little gems in Zimas back in the day and it makes me think it could bee on the menu this weekend...thanks Ames!
Nevertheless, this little cube of artificial and non artificial flavor brought smiles all around the table last night and will continue to do so until the last wrapper is classily untwisted.
Thank you Jolly Rancher candies for gracing us with your long awaited presence! We love you!
Monday, June 18, 2012
So Sleepy
Good to see that I am not the only one who likes to take mini snoozes on the train....I just hope mouth stays closed...
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Oscar, the Clawless Monkey Cat
This is Oscar. He is orange, white and Italian. When we first arrived I immediately locked eyes and couldn't take them off of him the whole time.
Recently I have heard horrendous stories of such wildly unfamiliar felines, but somehow I knew Oscar was different. He was Italian and full of love and attitude.
His owner, our friend, Simone, called him the most lovable and unique cat ever. All in Italian of course. And we could see on his face that he loved him, even if we didn't understand every little word when he talked about him. We didn't know this however, the first time we met Oscar....
When we checked in, he walked right into our apartment behind us like he owned the place. Showed himself around and made himself comfortable. I thought it was hilarious and that we were on his turf so fine. I even gave him a bowl of water that he never even sipped from. Jerk.
But first, to let us know Oscar was cool, Simone did something I have never seen and I wish I had a picture to show you but my memory will have to lock onto it forever. He pulled a move that was so great, so unexpected and so casual that to do it again would only have been crewel.
He pet him, said no trouble, he won't hurt you and then he grabbed him by the tail and hung him upside down. My mouth hit the floor. It was amazing.
After that we fell in love. Well, except one of us, whom will go unnamed because she is a smelly kitty dislikes. Which I understand, but this cat was cool. I look forward I bringing him some kitty shampoo and hanging him upside down someday.
Recently I have heard horrendous stories of such wildly unfamiliar felines, but somehow I knew Oscar was different. He was Italian and full of love and attitude.
His owner, our friend, Simone, called him the most lovable and unique cat ever. All in Italian of course. And we could see on his face that he loved him, even if we didn't understand every little word when he talked about him. We didn't know this however, the first time we met Oscar....
When we checked in, he walked right into our apartment behind us like he owned the place. Showed himself around and made himself comfortable. I thought it was hilarious and that we were on his turf so fine. I even gave him a bowl of water that he never even sipped from. Jerk.
But first, to let us know Oscar was cool, Simone did something I have never seen and I wish I had a picture to show you but my memory will have to lock onto it forever. He pulled a move that was so great, so unexpected and so casual that to do it again would only have been crewel.
He pet him, said no trouble, he won't hurt you and then he grabbed him by the tail and hung him upside down. My mouth hit the floor. It was amazing.
After that we fell in love. Well, except one of us, whom will go unnamed because she is a smelly kitty dislikes. Which I understand, but this cat was cool. I look forward I bringing him some kitty shampoo and hanging him upside down someday.
Sweden v. Ukraine
In a Swedish friends apartment with 19 Swedish speaking Swedes watching Sweden play the Ukraine in football on the biggest Swedish television I have ever laid eyes on and about to eat some Swedish meatballs. Super!
He shoots....he scores!!!! 0-1 Sweden.
He shoots....he scores!!!! 0-1 Sweden.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Balloon Delivery
Yesterday was a special someone's birthday. We won't name names or reveal ages, but it was someone pretty dang special. There were/are no plans for a party and for a Monday, there needed to be a little something.
So two knuckleheads walked XX number of balloons to XX's office and delivered colorful kisses with a hint of embarrassment. It was wonderful.
Who says Monday birthdays need to be dull? You just got to get a little creative, especially after the 30th or so....
So two knuckleheads walked XX number of balloons to XX's office and delivered colorful kisses with a hint of embarrassment. It was wonderful.
Who says Monday birthdays need to be dull? You just got to get a little creative, especially after the 30th or so....
Sunday, June 3, 2012
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