Tuesday, March 27, 2012

i am not a robot

You know what this is. This is catcha, kids! The future is here. It's up to you to prove that you are not a robot.

Have you ever chosen the audio option? If you don't feel like deciphering the squiggly text, you can listen to the letters of those made-up words spoken to you.  But beware, the recording sounds like something left on the cutting room floor during the editing of the film The Exocist or perhaps The Amityville Horror.  Scared the bejesus out of me anyway.  Give it a try next time. Enjoy!

Monday, March 26, 2012

what price dry socks

If you look closely, you can see rainbow swirls of toxic waste in that puddle. Could be from the cars on the street, could be my boots. My first pair of rain boots have been a cloying, toxic disappointment. Wearing them all day this past rainy Saturday gave me a headache.  Miserable, off-gassing $20 on-sale footwear!

Leaving them outside for 36 hours did nothing to reduce their poisonous aroma. They are now on top of our garbage cans, free to a good home. Or at least a home occupied by someone who doesn't mind petroleum products.

(I should also apologize to my friend who endured the fumes with me. Name the tumor after me.)