The Great Numbers Project
Lsst night my family and I were shopping in one of America’s most well-known chainstores. It was an odds and ends mission. Just a few of the things in our cart: four tiki torches, a large lily plant, my favorite pink begonias, two pair of capris, a cheese grater, fine mesh strainer, and a sketchbook. It’s always at least 10 shopping bags plus.
Back in Manhattan you would probably go to 5 different stores to put a haul like that together, unless you went to one of our 2 K-Marts. But then again there’s no gigunda free parking lots in the city, so we are usualky limited to what we can haul on our persons pack mule style.
As I was hanging a sharp right towards a dispkay of Pringles Potato Chips a security person ran past me.
Seems a woman had her purse snatched near gardening supplies. I was stunned. The local residents in the store even more than me. This area of Massachusetts has very little crime.
My daughter rolled our cart over to the sobbing 60-something to offer assistance. Poor thing was too confused to understand us. So sad.
My parting words to her; “Call your credit card companies as soon as you get home.”
My project for the day is to record all the “numbers” in my bag; 800 custoner service, account numbers etc etc., and lock them up somewhere. I’m also changing every online password because its been a while.
And they’re going to be really hard ones.
That was for Mr. Or Ms. Hijacker ;)
You all have a great and safe Saturday.
Are you familar with Flint? He was a parody of the Bond character. The films more than made back the money invested - there should have been more than two. Coburn is elegant, flirtatious and agile in the role. And like Bond he can fight wearing purest white, and never get dirty. ;-)
Watch American Scary Online | Netflix
I watched this one after John Waters and before Woody Allen. Totally enjoying a day on the sofa with the remote. Need a rest before three more days of running around Manhattan.
The film is about horror movie hosts like Elvira and Vampira. You know you love ‘em, but can you admit it?
Watch John Waters: This Filthy World Online | Netflix
Waters and his work has fascinated me since my teen years. I’ve actually spotted him in New York three times. The first time he was having a burger at a small coffee shop on 7th Avenue. That particular place had a table for one. The second time he was entering Penn Station at breakneck speed. He was in a light summer suit and straw boater. The third time he was exiting a limo on Broadway. That night he was resplendant in a patchwork velvet tux jacket. On him it was non-stop fashion. Did I want to approach him? Oddly enough yes, and I usually don’t want to approach celebs. If there’s a fourth time - I will say hi.
Check out the movie. It’s a one-man show, it’s about his life and films, and it’s fabulous.
whatsortofamandoesntcarryatrowel:
Dad: Why do you think they do that?
Girl: Because the companies who make these try to trick the girls into buying the pink stuff instead of stuff boys want to buy. [x]that awkward moment when a child understands the harm of forcing gender roles better than most grown male politicians.
Always reblog.
I’m surprised that I haven’t reblogged this, to be honest.
I love that last gif. She looks so frustrated. Like “Um, hello, obviously girls and boys can like anything why doesn’t anybody get that???”
My children (one boy, one girl) who pretty much like the same things have given up buying or playing with toys. We do art projects and books instead for most gifts for them.
I like pink stuff AND superheroes.
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Watch Steve Jobs: The Lost Interview Online | Netflix
Watching it for the second time this morning. Such a visionary. Such charisma. I was sitting in front of the 5th Avenue Mac Store, waiting for a ride, the moment it was announced that Jobs had left this plane of existence. A feeling of loss came over me - as if someone I knew personally was gone. We who love our social networking, who love our moblogging/blogging, have Jobs (and others like him) to thank for it.
Steve I pray that you live always in the pain-free bliss of the “Oh wow…”



