Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Bweep Bweeper
Someone who just bought a new car and can’t yet recognize it in a crowded parking lot.
They walk through the aisles turning their heads from side to side pressing the little button and waiting for the “bweep bweep” sound.
No, I don’t have the “bweep bweep” sound, I have lights. But now that I have a car that looks exactly like everybody else’s, I must say I’m having my share of challenges adapting to this. I know from my experiences renting cars that the range I’m granted by this feature, is a little on the short side…something like thirty feet or less. For these reasons and others, it often ends up being a toss-up between the license plate number and the bweep-bweep.
Oh well. I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually.
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I have a window sticker in the back of my car, as well as a wobbly hula girl. And a kokopelli medallion hanging from my rear view mirror. Between those and my license plate number, plus my one-bumper-sticker-at-a-time bumper sticker….
I can usually find mine pretty easily.
No “bweeping” necessary.
Although I guess mine doesn’t bweep anyway. I can make it honk, though.
- philmon | 02/04/2008 @ 22:48It’s a situation calling for some flexibility on my part, that’s fer sure.
I’m coming off EIGHTEEN YEARS of looking for that distinctive-looking ass-and-nose…now I’m “in sync” all of a sudden.
- mkfreeberg | 02/04/2008 @ 22:51