Still slowly pulling it together after pulling into our driveway in a borrowed car at 5:30 this morning (details below the fold). So, no deep thoughts just yet, so I thought I would start by posting this fluffy–er, I mean sticky–news story:
Giant Popsicle Melts, Floods New York Park
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050622/ap_on_fe_st/popsicle_disaster
NEW YORK – An attempt to erect the world’s largest Popsicle in a city square ended with a scene straight out of a disaster film — but much stickier.
The 25-foot-tall, 17 1/2-ton treat of frozen Snapple juice melted faster than expected Tuesday, flooding Union Square in downtown Manhattan with kiwi-strawberry-flavored fluid that sent pedestrians scurrying for higher ground.
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“What was unsettling was that the fluid just kept coming,” Stuart Claxton of the Guinness Book of World Records told the Daily News. “It was quite a lot of fluid. On a hot day like this, you have to move fast.”
On to the reason I am a woman of few words today. As the only person in my family who didn’t sleep in the car overnight, I still don’t have it together enough to write up my own thoughts on the weekend, so for the time being I will just repost Demetrius’ comment from the road last night.
Demetrius wrote on June 21, 2005 11:41 PM:
Ok… We’re on our way home now. I know we may have said we were on our way home much earlier today also. Forget all that… We’re heading down I65 in a car that (fingers crossed) won’t crap out on us. Our car is at a
transmission shop on the south side of Chicago. We won’t know what the damage is until tomorrow.Since I last posted… A beautiful sunrise over Texas from 30,000 feet. (Click) A day of lounging. (sort of) Delicious roast pork. A night on a Minbari bed. Packing. French toast. More frantic searching for the cat. Loading. A parking lot of a freeway. 5 hours in a greenhouse of a car on the side of the road. Frantic mobile googling. A few strategic calls before my
phone’s battery died. A severely twisted ankle. A chicken sandwich with a lovely beverage. An $85 tow. The potential of bending WAY over for a new transmission. A borrowed Ford…Was DFest worth it? Yeah. It was worth it.
http://dfesttexas.textamerica.com/
Snapple official Lauren Radcliffe said the company was unlikely to make a second attempt to break the record
lol! I’ll bet. What is this story a metaphor for, I wonder? Bush is meelllltttingggg?
Wow, what a trip, Renee. Glad to see you made it home with your sense of humor intact. But here’s the most important question: DID YOU FIND THE CAT??
LOL–uh, yeah–we finally did. We didn’t so much find him as he appeared. Stevie pulled his new favorite stunt again…he finds a hiding place and baffles a house full of humans for hours. Then, while everyone is frantically pulling things out of closets and moving major appliances to see if he’s behind them, he suddenly appears somewhere in plain sight. I think he must go to some alternate dimension.
How do you say bwaahaha in “cat”?
Cats do that. They have an inate trans-dimensional/temporal dislocator.
One of our cats likes to use it and then reappear in a spot both of have looked through 4x each. Then she gives us her little cat stare, closes her eyes and blerts out a little ‘meow,’ washes her face, and runs to get a drink of water.
It’s quantum physics really. Perhaps that’s why Schroedinger used the example of a cat in his famous experiment. Maybe cats do exist in many quantum states? T.S. Eliot thought so, no?
The NYT story is funnier.
It’s 80 + in the shade an’ you’re playing “Wicked Witch”…get a grip folks.
Stupid human tricks indeed…boggles the mind what these high$ admen come up with…wonder who gets to pay for this mess? :{)
Quick… was there any sighting of Mark Burnett nearby?
Surely something this inane could only have come from the minds of the Apprentice contestants.