Mike’s Typo

It’s been suggested that I stay away from politics.  So.  I’ve tried.  But, this is just too much to ask now that our Repub prez candidate has decided to take a page from the reality tv phenom.  Gov. Sarah and her bode make Ozzie and the Osborne family seem - well, kinda normal.  My bets are that the good Gov. Sarah won’t hit the home stretch.  But, who knows.  Gotta hand it to them, they’ve taken back the air waves.

In all these revelations, we americans just can’t help but wonder - who’s the pa?  A big thank you to the New York Post.  They dug faster than the rest and found the MySpace page.  Here’s the article and a pic.

What?  Well, lots of things.  Many of you know I’m into photography.  (Should update my site to include some of my new stuff - too busy writing Typos).  So, when I stumble across the unique, it often makes me pause and read the article (or look at the pictures).  So.  This one is worth a gander.  I gotta say, “I would never have thought of this.”

Got a cage?  Then you know this problem.

What a great solution.  I see gift item written all over this.  Should we carry these in the store, or just run the commercial on a loop?

Runner-up for commercial of the week is this ad (sent in by a loyal reader).

How would you like to be sitting quietly eating your lunch at your desk, scrolling the news feeds to see what’s the latest from the Dems in Denver or the world, when there before your eyes is your obituary?  Wouldn’t it cause you to pause, look around, and wonder: am I on Candid Camera?  Then, just maybe, the thought crosses your mind: “I’m dead.”  All very morbid.  But, not too far fetched for Steve Jobs - yesterday.

Seems Bloomberg Newswire was updating Steve’s obit (a common practice) and they hit the wrong key.  Opps.  They published his obituary to the entire world across the world wide web and across all the newswires.  How can that happen?  Shouldn’t there be a bunch of screens you have to go through before an obituary can “go live” so-to-speak?  Who knows.  Well they retracted it - quickly.  So.  Almost no harm done.

With a wee-bit of sleuthing, the Typo is proud to be able to provide the link to the opps.

Wouldn’t that be a weird feeling to read your own obituary?  Wouldn’t you want to edit it?

911.  Will we ever forget?  No.  Our world was forever changed.  So, now we tap phones, read emails, hold people without cause.  All because we’re scared to death of the next one.  Years later, we’re still rattled.  It’s what they wanted.  Mission accomplished.  I think Bush said that.  Only it wasn’t ours that was accomplished, it was theirs.  Stop me before I get too political and piss off a reader or two.  A friend sent this video along a while back.  I watched it and thought, “hmmmm.”  So, I offer it up.  Makes you think.  Who’s at the helm, anyway?

Tell me I’m seeing things.

Editor: You’re seeing things.

Thanks.  That didn’t help.  That better not be George smokin’ in the store.  We’re gonna have OSHA and CalEPA and Harley and the local law firms all lined up at our door tomorrow.  What’s that?

Oh.  Well, I guess the photo is a bit odd in it’s entirity.  Aside from the smokin’ part.  After we close, you’ll often see the guys riding the bikes around (never the consignments).  Just blowin’ off a little steam.  Motorclothes gals were busy folding (they’re so responsible).  So, leave it to the boys.

As one of the locals so aptly pointed out: “That’s Just So Wrong!”

You go guys.  Oh - next time wear helmets, ok?

(Yes, double-clicking the photo will make it bigger.  Although, I don’t necessarily recommend that.  You may have to head back to some volleyball shots to get this image out of your head.)

Federal agent comes to mid-western town with a tweaker problem (the town, not the agent).  He starts bangin’ some heads and low-and-behold the meth problem subsides.  Or, maybe it moved to another town.  Everyone’s happy (except for the tweakers, that is).  Just one, itsy-bitsy twist to the story.

Now I’m reading this article and I’m thinkin’ - they’re leaving something out of this story.  If this really is the “show-me” state, then what the heck?

Aw shucks.  I know some of these posts are out there.  And, maybe one or two have even been juvenile.  But, everyone needs a good laugh once and a while.  Some folks more frequently than others.

So, this post isn’t going to redeem us.  It’s another one of those senseless, time-wasting videos.  Oh, this time we have those wonderful furniture people from Ikea to thank.

Give it a whirl.  If you don’t watch it, you’ll just sit there wondering what you were missing.   Here, I’ll make it easy for you - I’ll embed it in the blob.  See how much time you saved!  (Ed. note: The spaghetti one is almost as funny.  Go ahead.  You’ve got another 30 seconds.)

You need prozak or ridelin just to get through the mind-bogglingly frustrating experience.  But, of course you can’t get the drugs (or your toothpaste) through security.

You’d think this new idea comes from Santa Cruz.  But, the dateline of this article is actually Denver.  Not saying this is a good idea.  But, it’s novel.

I used to read the Fake Steve Jobs blog religiously and daily.  But, when I found out who the fake was, it took the wind out of the sails.  So, now I’m an occasional visitor.  Today was the day for a quick visit.  Just to see what FSJ had to say about Carlin.  Nice little poem.  Nothing worthy of reprinting.  But this is. I guess FSJ is now faking Jerry Yang (Yahoo).  This letter of resignation complete with pull down selections is priceless.  Should make you laugh.  Might even be portable to your workplace.  Umm, not at SCHD though.  Enjoy.