Lovely Spam, Wonderful Spam

You just never know what kind of crap people will put out on the internet. I mean look at the junk here at my spot of the web. Well, every once in a while you get spam emails or blog comments that are just too good to let pass. The other day I got the following comment:

There are 5 houses in five different colors.
In each house lives a different nationality.
These 5 owners drink a certain beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar and keep a certain pet.
No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar, or drink the same beverage.

The CLUES:

The Brit lives in the Red house.
The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
The Dane drinks tea.
The green house is on the left of the white house.
The green house’s owner drinks coffee.
The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.
The man in the center house drinks milk.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats
The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
The German smokes Prince.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
The man who smokes Blends has a neighbor who drinks water.

The QUESTION:

Who owns the fish?

My mind is too numb to attempt a go at this one. Someone work this and tell me who owns Wanda. Thanks for playing along.

They Might Call It A Hall Of Fame After All

Finally after all of these years one of my childhood baseball heroes has been elected to the Hall of Fame. Jim Rice will finally be recognized for what he was: a Yankee killer, a home run machine and a damn good baseball player.

Now maybe let’s add Shoeless Joe, Charlie Hustle and a handful of others that have been left out and slap Hall of Fame on the door. I can’t wait to see #14 getting hung on the façade at Fenway!

Rude Comment Box

The other night I was going through my feed reader and found a post upon which I felt needed my comments. It was this post here from Big Orange Michael. BOM has his site hosted through Blogspot and you can configure your comment screen to include a feature to prevent spam where a commenter is required to input a random selection of letters. My letters spelled out something just plain mean:

Let it be known that I do not feel that I am poo even though BOM’s blog disagrees.

I Hate Coming Into The Middle Of A Conversation

Sitting at my desk I can hear people’s conversations as they walk down the hallway on their trips outside or to the cafeteria. Generally they are inane and improperly structured or just plain ignorant. This morning I caught a tiny chunk of a conversation between two people that made me wish I heard the beginning:

man: Have you ever used a raw chicken leg for that?

woman: No, I haven’t.

man: Okay, have a nice day.

First of all, what could you possibly use a raw chicken leg for except in cooking? Also, I would think that at that point in the discussion you wouldn’t just call it quits. I mean there should have been more to it than that right?

No Love For Hamas?

I went into Pizza Hut Saturday to pick up six, count ‘em, six pizzas for our Titans get-together. While waiting for our huge order I noticed that a couple of the server trays were lying about. I snapped this picture of something I assume one of the servers wrote on his/her tray:

(SRM hearts Jews)

Pretty odd that SRM would feel the need to profess love and adoration towards the chosen people. What about my people? Everyone forgets about the Acadians, don’t they?

Melancholy Monday: Indifference

Well, damn it, it is Monday again. When is vacation? So this weekend was filled with great fellowship as the G-Man family came to visit. We visited the local Goodwill and saw a woman wearing an old cheerleader’s uniform. O-kay. We ate 6 pizza pies and played board games. We also watched the debacle known as the Titans/Ravens game.

For our group therapy today, here is Pearl Jam:

But seriously, wasn’t it just Saturday morning? Sheesh. Try and have a good week everyone.