Clamhead, this one is for you.
This ad gave me all sorts of nightmares last night. Thank you Pioneer!
One of my fears as a child, which has continued to follow me into adulthood is my fear of Public Service Announcements. I'm not sure why, but PSA's made in the 1960's/1970's were just plain creepy and sometimes very scary. My husband was "forced" to watch this one for safety training at his company. And, since he loves me so much, he decided to send it to me. Enjoy!
I recently came across this posting from the Herman Miller Company. Herman Miller is a famous high-end, architecturally based office furniture manufacturer. They have had a history of creating furniture based on designs by Eames, Neutra, etc. Apparently, my company's Toronto office was done by Herman Miller.
http://www.hermanmiller.com/hm/content/case_studies/pdfs/CS_DAD_FULL.pdf These pictures don’t do the office justice. They have three-dimensional artwork and designer lamps that you would find in a museum. When I work there, they also put me up at the Hotel Intercontinental in Yorkville (Toronto's equivalent to Beverly Hills). I love Canadians!
I can't help but feel sorry for these gas cans. Poor gas cans.
This is my job. Really. Herding cats is very similar to working with people in the advertising industry.
I have been considering Laser Eye Surgery for a number of years. I have friends and family who have done it and are very pleased. Yesterday, I had an appointment with Dr. Maloney, who is by far one of the most qualified vision doctors around. The appointment went well. It was very thorough, and the staff was wonderful. At the end of the appointment, I met with Dr. Maloney personally who proceeded to tell me my options.
This is the part that wasn't so good. Most people who go through LASIK experience no pain or discomfort. That is for most people - not me. Since my corneas are "pointy" rather than flat, Dr. Maloney recommended the PRK procedure. He warned me that with that procedure, there is pain and discomfort. Why? Because they take a brush-like object and scratch away layers of your cornea. The recovery time is several days, and driving is not advised. Hmmm....I can't drive in L.A.? That sounds convenient to me. And, since I would be having the monovision procedure, only my right eye will be done. Therefore, I would need even more time for my brain to adjust to one eye being good for distance and the other for up close.
I found this video on YouTube that shows the procedure. After viewing this video, I am having second thoughts about the procedure.
My right eye just about jumped out of my head and rolled away in protest. I suppose it's not a good idea to show your eyes a surgical procedure that involves them.
In the past, I have done the "egg balancing on the Equinox trick" for my friends and work colleagues. This usually involved salt and a straw. I never believed it could be done without the salt and straw. But, to my own surprise, I was able to do it...with an unaided egg...on the Equinox.
Look! I even had "Eye" Witnesses. Oh yeah. I also had my scientist husband watching who explained that the Equinox had nothing to do with balancing an egg. It was my Jedi Force Powers that had to do with it.
The other night my husband and I tried calling his mother, his uncle, and his friend Bill. They are all devout Catholics. The strange thing was that nobody was home, even his mother, who is always home. My husband didn't know what happened until I explained that there was a simple explanation...Rapture. He calmly said, "Hmmmmm," and turned on CNN to see if there was a story about it.
Why do you live where you live?
Submitted by memtony.
Why do I live where I live? I ask myself this question every day - sometimes two or three times a day. I live here because my dear, loving husband took a Faustian job here. It pays great money, which affords us the opportunity to fly someplace else in the world nearly every month. I would rather be back in my own hometown, but I have to deal with this for now.
The last place I lived (affectionately named Tampazkaban) was due to my dear friend Clamhead. I went a little too far teasing her about living in the 909, so she willed me to a much worse place. Hell on Earth, only an hour's drive from Disney World.
I'm putting my bitterness back in its case now. :)
