I’ve always thought of waterproofing strictly for fabric protection.
Raincoats. Couches. Suede. You get the idea.
Well, tonight I discovered that very same protection makes possible a great mealtime game –
Water Drop Races
At dinner earlier this evening, I spilled some water on the hotel conference room tablecloth. By accident or design — I can’t remember which — we discovered if you blew on the drop of water, it raced across the table intact instead of dissipating into a wet splotch.
This was very entertaining to all of us.
(We’d been traveling all day. Perhaps we were tired.)
Have you ever accidentally typed “goo” into the Google search window? (You know, Google was there before you thought it was…and you started typing the URL again?)
Well, I did today and discovered The World of Goo.
There they are….just looking at me.
Now, you’re all probably way cooler than I am and already know about the goo balls. Play the game on your iPhones all the time. Damaged your index finger years ago from all the repetitive motion the game requires.
I just downloaded the free demo and am pretty sure I should stop right there. It is way too addictive for me.
So, I’m putting on my socks this morning — newly washed yesterday, gotta love freshly laundered clothes — and when I unrolled them, they were inside out.
And I put them on that way.
Now, I do this a lot.
Inside out socks do not bother me a bit. The only time I might take the extra time to turn them right side out is when I am headed to the airport and know that my socks are going to be on display in a most public way.
Guess who’s going to be hosting another show on television this fall?
One of Craig’s guests mentioned it on Late Late Show Monday; he confirmed it; and the Google machine had the detes.
Celebrity Name Games is based on the board game “Identity Crisis.” Contestants partner with celebrity guests to guess famous identities from clues provided. And with Craig as host, you know there will be lots of improvised fun.
It’s syndicated, so cross your fingers that it will be showing in your market.
I have often dreamed — and schemed –about winning the lottery.
How I would react. What I would buy. How my life would change.
This week I won the Powerball — albeit $4, but a win nonetheless — and learned something new to add to my imaginary lottery list:
How my family would glom onto me.
I won a lousy four bucks, and they all wanted a piece. I mean, after the $2 ticket price, the profits wre slim to none. But they still wanted their cut. So if I won a multi-million dollar jackpot, it seems pretty clear…