Photographer, Joe Rosenthal, has died in Novato, CA at the age of 94. Yes he took this famous picture of five Marines and one Navy corpsman, raising the flag at Iwo Jima. He won the Pulitzer for this photograph in 1945. Read more about him here.
Friend, neighbor and faithful reader, Susie Q sent me a link to the following story. It would appear that contestants for the Darwin Awards are gearing up early this year.
Seems that a Ms. Li of Hohhot, China was involved in a little fender bender on the roadways. Now before you start jumping to any stereotypical conclusions let me say right off that Ms. Li was NOT at fault for the accident. The negligent driver in question was her dog. We'll call him Sparky. And why was Sparky responsible for the accident? Well obviously he was not paying attention to the road while Ms. Li was giving him a driving lesson.
Sparky..."was fond of crouching on the steering wheel and often watched her drive," according to the Xinhua News Agency.
Ms. Li allowed Sparky to "have a try" at steering the car while she handled the braking and acceleration duties. According to reports, "They did not make it far before crashing into an oncoming car."
OK, I stand corrected. All poor Sparky was doing was trying to steer the car. In the name of all things holy, why didn't Ms. Li apply the brakes?? Now Sparky is going to have a point on his driving record. We won't mention all those empty cans of Alpo the police found in the back seat. I'm sure they'd been there for weeks.
“You wouldn’t believe some of the shit that takes place in these big hotels.” The Bellhop said as he lit his second cigarette. He offered one to the new guy as they stood out back on the loading dock. “I’ve worked here almost eight years now and I’ve been offered other jobs, better jobs they say. More money and all that shit but those other jobs can't offer what this one does. Stories. Bellhops and room service attendants; the best jobs in the place for a writer.”
Every so often I come across a website with that perfect combination of goofy-humor-bordering-on-poor-taste and a creativity that makes me say "I wish I'd thought of that." With that said, I give you "Kitlers". Enjoy.
Got to edit/re-write a customer information letter today. Also was squired around the office and introduced to a whole bunch of people whose names I've already forgotten. Most seem pretty nice. I like the idea that I'm being paid to write. After all these years I have to admit, it's pretty cool. I'm also supposed to take over what they call the "Give Away" program. I'll be dealing with a vendor(s) to decide what sort of image branding crap we can come up with to give away to our customers. The goal is that it not be crap. It will involve budget management and good taste of which I have experience in neither.
Nothing to report. The usual first day hoops; tax forms, benefits info, corporate videos on safety and sexual harassment full of horrible, homely actors in outdated, three-piece suits and actresses with huge 80's hairstyles and frilly, high-collared blouses. You know, the usual stuff. However, the harassment video was particularly funny as it began with an actual HR guy sitting in a phony office space, using his own video camera to film himself explaining the upcoming film. I kept waiting for the cheesy 1970's adult film music to begin.
Oh, the commute was great, about ten minutes. Love it. Anyway, I anticipate more real work tomorrow.
No Celebrity Deaths to report, at least none that I know of so I'll talk about myself.
Spent most of the day buying school clothes for the kids. Another $200 bucks shot to hell on behalf of the Catholic school system. As we were in Oaktown we hit Fenton's on the way home. Every time we're there (which is about once a year) the wife and I have the same discussion; why hasn't a similar establishment ever opened in the East Bay? And by "east bay" I mean east of Oakland. With all the families and fat folks you'd think a "creamery" would do gang busters. I just don't get it.
The last good-sized creamery/restaurant that I can recall east of the Caldecott was Leatherbys. Locals may recall it was in the old Montgomery Ward shopping plaza off of Monument Blvd. Leatherbys sat in a sort of interior strip mall. The whole plaza was basically a shit hole, which may explain why Leatherbys eventually called it quits. Now 20 years later, with Monkey Ward having been given the boot and the whole plaza a much needed a face lift, Leatherbys would probably do a great business. Mark my words, one day someone will pick up this gold nugget of an idea and run with it. And I will hit that someone up for free creamery delectables.
So it's almost nine PM. I've just cracked a beer and will eventually toss some left over pizza into the toaster-oven. A couple of movies that were probably due back today are also awaiting my attention, so I will now say good night dear reader. I know you're out there somewhere.