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Will it go round…

I know today is National Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Day. I pay my respects and send my love.

But for lunch today, I had the good fortune to have a popcorn ball.

popcorn balls It was part of a popcorn-themed gift basket that my brother and sister-in-law generously gave me for my birthday.  I fully expected to find different flavors of popcorn in the box, but the popcorn balls were a sweet, sweet surprise. Our family used to make them from scratch for Halloween when I was a kid.  I have burned my hands many a time shaping those popcorn balls.

Good times.

I just did a quick Google search — there is a National Popcorn Day in January, but no individual celebration for the popcorn ball itself.

Oughta be a law.

 

Sit. Stay. Good boy.

Welcome to Fun Fact Friday!

I just invented it because I ran across a fun fact on Google that I wanted to share.  It is, in fact, a fun fact about Google…which makes it even more fun.

Well, at least, to me.

Anyhoo, here is your promised fun fact

Google has a pet dinosaur. His name is Stan.  He is a T-Rex.

His skeleton was unearthed near their headquarters, authenticated and later adopted by Google.  Now Stan is kept on a fairly short leash outside Building 43.

Are these Stan’s real bones or a scale model?  This fact I do not know.  But having a dinosaur as a pet?

Very cool.  And very Google.

Eep opp ork ah ah

For years I have collected unusual last names.

Hey, I’m a Curtsinger.  Just looking for my peeps.

Some of my all-time fav’s are ‘Stuckenschneider’ and ‘Krisfalusi.’  But today I discovered a bizarro last name that earns not only attention, but cold, hard cash.

ZOLP

Take note:  if your surname is Zolp (and you’re Catholic), you are eligible for the Zolp Scholarship at Loyola University.  The amount depends on the fund availability and the number of Zolps who apply.

I don’t think you’ll have much competition.  Based on a quick Google search, the Zolps appear to be few and far between.

Which makes the name even cooler.

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

Fresh fish

Oh dear.

The Sticky Egg has discovered an unfortunate connection to the world of fishing.  As in, ‘sticky egg’ is the name of a fishing fly.

I found this during a Google search last night.  I was checking to see how easy it is to find my blog when you search the phrase ‘sticky egg’…and this fly came up in the first page of results.  (My blog was number two after a prank toy egg…so yes, I’m in good company.)

The name is appropriate, I suppose.  The fly is supposed to imitate fish roe, which trout, steel head and salmon apparently eat ‘with gusto.’

I’m not a big fan of fishing.  The idea of dragging a living creature through the water with a sharp, metal hook through its mouth seems pretty cruel.  I contend that people find it acceptable because fish are ugly.

Think about it.  If fish looked like puppies, would we really celebrate the practice?

But back to this fly.  I just want to make it clear:  The Sticky Egg does not condone nor endorse its use.  The name thing is pure coincidence.

No fish will ever be killed in the writing of this blog.

Just a brain cell or two.