Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Geese What? Goslings Galore! (part 2)
Fun with the geese! This is part 2 of our short video of all those geese at Sasamat Lake. About 24 of them in total, though it's hard to count all those goslings running around. These came in various sizes according to when they hatched.
Geese What? Goslings Galore! (part 1)
While walking on the shores of beautiful Sasamat Lake, we had a delightful surprise - three families of Canada geese with a total of eighteen goslings, in three different age groups (small, medium and large, but all of them still fuzzy and flightless). The peeping was something to hear. I already love this place, and now we have an incentive to come back. These geese are smart to reproduce now, as Sasamat Lake is overrun with people in July and August. We don't usually go near it then. Most years we don't see goslings at all, but this is the second time this spring that we've seen a lot of them at once (ten at Como Lake).
Crafts with Caitlin: FAKE CAKE!
Making fake cake with Caitlin was tons of fun, and Ryan was a reluctantly cooperative judge. Now Caitlin wants her own YouTube channel! Caitlin Crafts, Craftygirl, or some-such. Something tells me Grandma will be involved.
A few good fails: epic gif disasters
Horse fail!
Real or faked? Could a golf club do this? You decide.
Now who is this - Rita Hayworth or something? I'd say it was staged, but the actor's lunge forward is so panicky that I don't think so (and such a stunt would be too hazardous for a star).
Fat guys fall down funnier than thin guys, especially when spinning around on an office chair.
Hamster wheel fail.
Fat guys fall down funnier than thin guys, especially when spinning around on an office chair.
Dog fail!
"But the dog didn't get hurt. . . "
Stump fail! Again, suspicious, because that truck is such an old junker.
I've saved the best 'til last.
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Truly awful real estate agent photos: an art form for our times
It's late, I'm tired, but I feel a bit guilty that I haven't blogged in a few days. Usually I enjoy it, but right now I'm wrapped up in more medical tests (easy-peasy today, a CT scan in which I was all finished ten minutes before my appointment time - something paranormal about that machine), family problems that I can't even begin to address (but which seemed somewhat better today), and endless preparations for a book launch which will probably net me about two sales. Nevertheless!
I keep being directed back to this site through Facebook. It's sort of like going to a sideshow: you look through your fingers, but you nevertheless look. These are (we think) actual photos taken by actual realtors to sell actual houses. The followup is never mentioned. The ones I post here are not, believe me, the most extreme examples, some of which are stomach-turning and seem to be fresh murder scenes not yet investigated by the police.
Part of the charm of these weird things is the godawful photography, just abysmal. Even I could do better. This one should be captioned "the light at the end of the tunnel: or, my near-death experience".
Remember before we could delete photos, when we had to have a whole roll developed, and out of 24, 22 would have someone's thumb in the corner?
And why take a picture of somebody's stove?
Weird or inappropriate decor. These settings look disturbingly similar to me.
This is a series called "inappropriate toilets".This matched set would be good for the Doublemint twins.
I can think of a million jokes, but really, this situation is too bizarre to joke about.
Front-row seats! Do they hold up little cards, do you think?
Ah, right by the front door! Convenient, isn't it? If you really have to go when you get home from work - perhaps. But I'm worried about the placement of that mail slot.
It's strange what realtors consider to be a selling point. I'd put up a baby gate so you couldn't go upstairs.
Dead goose in the rafters: are the holes in the roof that big?
I just can't comment.
"Built-in air conditioning!" "Ideal for someone with one leg shorter than the other!" Bah, I'm to bed.
(oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. But yes. Here it is. One even worse.)
At first I thought this was some sort of perverted church, until I looked at the furniture. It's somebody's house. The windows, well, by God. . . I don't know what to say. It's a cock, is what it is, all done up in glass. Whee dogies.