This is Spinal Tap, a mock rockumentary. But This Is Spinal Tape, packing tape with real backbone. …Well, it’s illustrated with spinal cord, anyway. According to the reviews, it’s more decorative than structurally sound for packing up boxes.
I was browsing Facebook on my phone and saw this:
I’m sure the “wedding dredd” is just as fabulous.
Secondhand Rose found lots of amusing little Rieslings, among them this long little doggie. You might find the pinup wine varieties sweeter drinking companions.
Around here, we joke that I’m only allowed upstairs— which is a euphemism for the fact that maybe I shouldn’t go out in public much. Mainly because I get emotional. If I’m not easily amused (or even more easily confused), I’m infuriated. And pretty much all the emotions in between. Case in point, last weekend’s trip to the Mall Of America where I was amused by several of the displays at The Boys Adventure Store.
Perhaps mannequins with heads would be better used to sell camping — especially with the large bear looming behind them. I’m a mom. I worry about these things.
I did learn something though: rabbits can survive in black holes.
As far as the shop itself goes, The Boys Adventure Store is a JMCremps creation, which means it has religious tones. Meh. Maybe that’s why they insist on marketing this as “for boys”. But, yeah, why can’t this outdoorsy fun adventure stuff be for girls too?
In terms of shopping, the items are either for real little boys (toys to push, toys to ride on, and the like) or stuff that seems to leap light-years into adulthood. Teaching kids how to throw knives and tomahawks? (When I held that up in the store, my mom read it as “Kite Throwing” — that makes far more sense, I think.) If you have older kids, and kids you can trust and will supervise, then check out the shop and the official blog. (Admittedly, the blog is far more sane sounding.)
I still yearn to see Sir Oliver T. Puddington in lederhosen — but that doesn’t mean I am also not enthralled by the idea of seeing our Basset Hound in a kilt. Bonus points for being able to also get the other pets into the action, or portrait, as the case may be. Custom pet portraits by Fotos 2 Art.
While some are tired of the push for Anchorman 2, some of us are only too delighted to spot Will Ferrell’s Ron Burgundy “everywhere”. Tomorrow’s premier is still too long to wait, so I’ve gone looking for Ron and Anchorman goodies. You’ve probably heard of the Ron Burgundy underwear from Jockey (also available at Amazon), the scotch (not just any scotch, the Great Odin’s Raven Special Reserve), and Ben & Jerry’s Ron Burgundy’s Scotchy Scotch Scotch ice cream too; but here are some of my favorites.
The Ron Burgundy Wallet and Mustache Set is prefect for those of who love money and mustaches. (Who does that leave out? No one.)
This 13 inch talking doll action figure of Ron Burgundy says 10 phrases from the first Anchorman, The Legend of Ron Burgundy.
Then there’s the Battle Ready Ron Burgundy
doll action figure — don’t worry, additional Anchorman “Battle Ready” action figures, including Brick, Brian, and Champ are due from Beeline Creative in the coming months.
Unfortunately, no on seems to have made any Veronica Corningstone merch. That’s a damn shame. Some merch guys & toy makers must have gone on vacation with Tits McGee. I have at least a dozen ideas; so ping me.
This has been on my bucket list for long long time — at least as long as we’ve been waiting for Mr. Oliver T. Puddington, our Basset Hound puppy. Well, I’ve been dreaming of putting Puddington in a little lederhosen. (Dressing French dog in German pants seems quite American to me.) I thrill at the idea of little tiny short pants and the long suspenders required to cover a Basset Hound’s long torso. But since hubby won’t invest in little leather pants for our pup, we have to make do with what we have: boys underpants. Hey, at least hubby and our son (who
wants me to be clear demands I state that these are not his underpants!) were willing to humor me and go this far. Anyway, last night, the magic happened!
Oliver was incredibly patient and willing as we put the small underpants on his back end, tucking his long tail through the little flap. Doesn’t Mr. Puddington look Marvel-ous in his comical comic-themed underpants?!
When Oliver went to follow our son, Hunter, for a treat, Oliver’s fist step in those underpants must have felt odd, for he made a little funny hop with his hind-end before he trotted off in pursuit.
When Oliver returned with his treat, he generously shared is bounty (as he usually does) with his kitten, Old Man Chicken Bone. (Oliver’s nemesis, Toodles “Squirrel Face” Davidson III, our Cairn Terrier seen in some of the photos, had to try to find a scrap if she could.)
Puddington had been so patient, I felt bad that he shared his treat. So we gave him another one that he could have all to himself once we removed his underpants.
For the record:
Yes, I giggled myself silly the whole time.
Yes, I will do this again.
And, yes, I am more enamored than ever with investing in little lederhosen with long suspenders for Mr. Oliver T. Puddington.
(And this pair of underpants has helped with size selection; the lederhosen or next pair of underpants ought to be a wee-bit longer for a better Basset fit.)