Category Archives: Humor

Underfoot

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As hotel carpet goes, this is pretty boring.

Its pattern meets the requisite busy rule to hide foot traffic, but it’s very light. Tip a glass of red wine or kool-aid, and you’ve got a stain.

Especially if the guest doesn’t report it right away. (It’s in the guest rooms.)

Give me an intense color and some curly cues any day!

All in the family

Turns out you can’t judge a musical by its poster.

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The only thing I knew about the Broadway show Fun Home before I saw it last night was a) the critics loved it and b) the Tony voters did, too.

It scored 12 nominations earlier this week.

I didn’t know the soundtrack or the book upon which it was based. I walked in the theatre about as clueless as a person could get.

So imagine my surprise when the show wasn’t the singing, dancing Partridge Family parody that I had cooked up in my head.

If you too are in the dark (and wish to remain so), stop reading now.

Have they left?  Okay.  So the rest of you know why my mind is a bit blown right now.

The musical’s narrator is a lesbian cartoonist. (Yeah, this show’s no Cinderella.) With the help of her very young self and college-aged self — two incredible young performers — she tells her life story.  With captions.

(‘Cause she’s a cartoonist.)

Fun-Home-2How her father was a part-time teacher and part-time funeral director — FUN HOME was the family nickname for the funeral home — and a closeted gay man who slept with lots of boys and committed suicide while she was away at college.

Yeah.

But that’s not to say there weren’t moments of humor and laughter.  Her first girl-on-girl experience in college inspired “Changing My Major to Joan,” one of my favorite songs in the show. And the kids did do a little Partridge Family at one point, so the graphic designer gets to keep his job.

The cast is all-around amazing. I do wish I had seen the show off-Broadway before they were plopped down into this in-the-round venue. It has led to a lot of ‘singing to the audience’ staging that seems amateurish for a story of such complexity.

It is quite a ride.

Bless your heart

A friend in the education biz recently developed a course on customer service for his company.

I provided some general communication tips, but realized today that I didn’t mention a personal perspective that I have gained from years on the phone with customer service representatives:

southern accentIf the customer service representative speaks with a Southern accent, I:

a) believe they want to help me;

b) have found that they do help me; and

c) am in a better mood when I hang up because they are friendly — regardless of how I felt when started the call.

Now, I tend to believe that the people on the call on true Southerners. You can’t fake that hospitality…

Or can you?

It’s something the companies who depend on customer service — and, really, what company these days doesn’t — need to consider.  We can teach people how to lose an accent…

Why not teach customer service folks to have one?

Gratitude

I watch a lot of awards shows, and often the celebrities are so jaded, it’s uncomfortable to watch them win. They come across arrogant or bored or even embarrassed to be there.

So it’s fun to watch someone win their first award — after decades in the business — and be joyful and sincere and probably win over an entire new demographic of fans in the process.

Good for you, Craig. I’ve always voted for you.

Line ’em up

Sometimes life is chaotic, and it’s nice to have a sense of order…

Even if it is only in your fruits and vegetables.

Brittany Wright is a photographer based in Seattle who is teaching herself to cook ‘anything and everything’ and, lucky for us, is documenting her efforts on her very colorful, very orderly Instagram account.

Here’s a peek at some of her artwork.

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rainbowchard

pineapples

I feel more zen already.

IMHO

I have no business writing this blog post.

I haven’t watched Grey’s Anatomy since…well, I don’t know when, so that pretty much discredits my quality of knowledge or opinion.  But I have to say two things:

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Derek Shepherd deserved a much better send-off.

To die from injuries sustained in a car crash immediately after saving a bunch of people who were injured in a separate car crash?  Did Shonda Rhimes run out of ideas? Or did she feel like that scenario was fraught with irony?

I vote for the former.

Unless Patrick Dempsey, who loves racing, demanded death by car, it just seems lazy to me.

And what’s with Rhimes’ habit of having her female characters off their men by pulling the plug?

Izzy did it. Now Meredith. Is this supposed to come across as a show of strength?  A “I love them, but I can take them out when it’s time to let them go” kinda vibe?

I’m sure most people, when faced with a similar situation — in medical professions or not — would do the same thing.  And it seems a little redundant on a scripted series like this.

Derek deserved his own unique death.  Derek deserved better.

Vintage softness

handsEvery time I shake someone’s hand, people comment on how soft my hands are.

If only one person said it, I would shrug it off. But it’s become a thing.

What makes it especially weird is that I hate hand lotion. Never use it. And I’m not doing anything to pamper them.

So what gives?

Well, I started paying attention of late, and have decided that the one substance that comes in contact with my hands several times a day may be the reason:

dawn ducks Dawn dishwashing liquid

I wash my hands so many times a day because I’m feeding the dog and medicating the dog and cleaning up after his various and sundry bodily functions.

It’s like a TV commercial from the 50’s.

But then again, they are that soft.