Category Archives: Internet

Blue skies


New York City does not look like this today.

Our skies are overcast. The air is heavy. The rain that alternately threatens and abates has delayed my friend’s plane for hours.

No, the skies are not bright in Manhattan.

But this photo, from Cat Satler’s Art Scrapbook, reminds me that they will be again soon.

Very soon.

Moon landing

I finished my Christmas shopping this morning.  Bought the final gift online, picked a shipping date and sent it on its merry way.

It’s a great feeling.

But wouldn’t you know it?  As soon as I crossed everyone’s name off my list, I discovered the perfect present for any hard-to-buy-for person.  It’s another exciting Google search find:

Lunar Land

That’s right.  You or someone you love can join the over 5,000,000 people from 176 countries who own personal property on Earth’s sexiest satellite.

According to the website, Lunar Embassy is the only company to possess the ‘legal basis and copyright’ for Lunar Land.  It is available in a variety of packages, all which include one lunar acre of land.  (The amount of documentation included drives the price.)

Our family draws names at Christmas, and as soon as the pairings are announced, the emails start flying, requesting gift ideas.

If only I had discovered Lunar Land even an hour sooner!

To the moon, Alice! — Ralph Kramden, The Honeymooners

Boo

I like scary things.

I like scary movies — not gory, mind you, but scary.  I saw all three Paranormal Activity films (even the last one which spit all over the franchise) and can’t wait for Daniel Radcliffe’s new venture The Woman in Black.

The trailer totally creeps me out.

I like scary TV shows, too.  American Horror Story is easily the spookiest thing I have ever seen on television (next to Dark Shadows from my childhood days).

Being scared — if only for an instant — is big fun.

But getting a friend request from your unborn child on Facebook? That’s sick scary….as in just a little too real to laugh about later.

But that’s how Olla Condoms, a Brazilian company, has chosen to market their products.  They randomly select men on Facebook, create a fake profile for their unborn sons and then send friend requests with the message “Avoid surprises like this. Use Olla Condoms.”

Jeepers creepers.

It reminds me of a Halloween card that Shoebox had in their line years ago — they may still.  It featured a women on the cover saying, “For Halloween, I wanted to send you the scariest card I could find.”

Inside it said, “I’m pregnant.”

Talk about scary — I couldn’t even hold the card in my hand.

The trend

Hump Day is trending on Twitter.

A lot of Wednesdays have come and gone, but this is the first time I’ve noticed it being a topic of conversation…which led me to Google it.

Awww…isn’t that cute?

And really, that’s what Hump Day is all about — the idea that Wednesday gives us momentum, that extra little push over the hill to get through the rest of the week.

So I searched a little bit more and look who strolled in…

Yep.  I mean, really — wouldn’t you have been surprised if there wasn’t a Hump Day graphic with a camel on it?

But then I stopped looking. Because the rest of the Hump Day stuff on the web?

Seriously twisted.  Burns your eyes.  Look away.

(You’re looking now, aren’t you?)

Mixed messages

I’m feeling very two-dimensional today.

Or that’s what the Huffington Post would have me believe.

I like Huff Post.  I find myself reading it most days…either by going there directly or via a link from another source.

But today I noticed — for the first time — that Huff Post defines issues of interest to women in a pretty narrow way.  Just check out their navigation.

Business, politics and tech are all broken up into six sub-categories apiece.  Entertainment has eight, culture 10, lifestyle 12.

But women?

Complicated creatures that we are, Huff Post sums us up in two — healthy living and parents.  That’s all they got.  Sure hope you fall into one of those buckets.

Of course, it could be worse.

Men didn’t even rate the header.

Say wha?

Vaguebook much?”

That’s what a good friend said to me yesterday after I posted a status update on Facebook that he found unusually cryptic.

You say cryptic, I say creative.  Let’s call the whole thing off.

I do like the term ‘vaguebooking,’ though.  It’s real word, too. You’ll find it at urbandictionary.com.  They define it as ‘an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what’s going on, or is possibly a cry for help.’

Let’s see if mine fits the bill.

I posted:  Just took my own advice. I was right.

Cryptic?  Perhaps.  Cry for help?  Hardly.  Eight friends ‘liked’ it with no apparent concern for my health or well-being.  No comments or questions…but I’ll tell you what I meant.

A friend was pondering what to eat for lunch.  I recommended he order Chinese food, thought about it and then ordered Chinese for myself.  I was right — it was awesome.

And sure, I could have said that in a very straightforward way in my status update…but it would have been BORING.

Wasn’t my way more fun?

I think so.

Feeling bookish

Facebook — a waste of time?

Maybe…but what an educational one!

While checking this morning’s newsfeed, I noticed a friend had shared a photo of street art in Mexico. Clicking on it for a better look took me to the Street Art Utopia community page, where I discovered the photo below of De Batavier in Lootstraat, Amsterdam.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

De Batavier is a facade of books designed by artist Sanja Medic, ceramist P. Kemink and graphic designers Melle Hammer and Susanne Laws. The facade contains 250 ceramic books, the spines of which contain the names of actual works from 18th and 19th century Dutch writers and poets.

The installment was commissioned by Dutch housing organization De Alliantie and HVDN Architects.

I had never seen or heard of this building before today’s random search, but as a book lover, it really speaks to me.  And if I hadn’t been goofing around on Facebook, I’m not sure I would have ever heard of it.

Let’s hear it for wasting time!

Robo cab

Living in NYC, I am pretty spoiled when it comes to hailing cabs.  For those of you unfamiliar with the Big Apple, here are the steps required:

  1. Walk outside.
  2. Hold our your arm.
  3. Get in taxi.

There are no numbers to call and usually very little wait (except at rush hour and in the pouring rain.)

I have often bemoaned how difficult it is to get a taxi in smaller cities where you have to place a phone order for a cab 30-45 minutes ahead of time to guarantee a ride.

Boston is somewhere in between.  Taxis aren’t as plentiful as NYC, but you should be able to get one within 10-15 minutes of your call.

But now you don’t have to call.

Boston Cab has installed a ‘text a taxi’ system.  Once your cellphone number and name are in their system, you just send a text with your current location, and they text you back the number of the cab that has been dispatched.

I love this.

No more talking to surley dispatchers….or accidentally getting into the wrong cab while you are waiting.  Plus, since you get a text when the cab is on its way, you don’t have to stand outside and freeze your giblets.

So, kudos to Boston for taking the leap into the 21st century with taxi texting.

(I’m sure NYC would have thought of it…if we needed it.)

Butt there’s more!

During the Christmas holidays last year, The Sticky Egg discovered The South Butt parody line of outerwear, the brainchild of Mizzou student Jimmy Winklemann.

I bought a hoodie with my Christmas cash, and two as birthday gifts for my sister and her husband in the spring.

The clothing was good quality.  Plus, it says ‘butt.’ (You gotta love that.)

Sadly The South Butt store is no more, but that doesn’t mean Winkelmann has quit. He’s just turned attention to other brands.

OLOP

Winklemann is once again dressing down a famous label, this one the preferred casual wear of preppies worldwide.  I don’t know if POLO has seen Jimmy’s reinterpretation of their logo or his online store, but there is nothing subtle about it.

As someone who attended college during the height of the preppy nightmare, I applaud POLO as Jimmy’s next target.  As an animal lover, I’m psyched for the pony — it’s about time he came out on top for a change.

And if you are sad that The South Butt apparel is no more, check out the OLOP Shop.  There’s a new iteration that the North Face can’t touch.

Keep on keeping on, Jimmy.

Sticky treat


This is the third one we’ve celebrated together since I launched The Sticky Egg, so I think we know each other well enough to go trick-or-treatin.’

Here’s the trick:

The Egg has its own Facebook page now. Perhaps you’ve noticed the over-sized “Like” button at the upper right corner of the page.

Subtle, I know.

But The Egg needs your “Like’s” to make the page legit.  And I appreciate your support, if the feeling moves you.

In fact, in the true spirit of Halloween, I’m giving treats — actual sticky eggs, the toy everyone’s talking about — to 100 lucky “Likers” chosen at random.

(Hope I get that many.)

So speed right over to my Facebook page and do your thing.  I’ll message the winners for mailing details.

They are sticky, icky fun — just like Halloween!