I’ve got nothing meaningful to say today. Plenty of stuff flying through my brain but none of it very profound. It’s Sunday, and any deep thoughts I may have are out having a martini brunch. So here’s all I got today:
The Funky Scale
I’m pissed that I forgot to add Kingsley Shacklebolt to my original Scale of Funky. Mr. Weebles and I were watching one of the Harry Potter movies when we realized that we should have put him on the list. Because Kingsley is definitely funky. He has a funky name and a funky look. And he’s a wizard. You just know he’s got to be one of the funkiest wizards at the Ministry of Magic, if not the funkiest.
My goal is to have one of each of the original Weebles made during the 1970s. My collection is almost complete—I’m missing only about 6 of them. The inventor of Weebles, Ned Strongin, died just over a year ago at the age of 91. I have no idea how long it took him to perfect the Weeble, but I wonder what the protoypes looked like. I’m thinking they looked something like this:
I can see why they probably wouldn’t have tested well in market research.
Also, I really want to make a Steampunk Weeble. But you’d be surprised at how difficult it is to find really tiny goggles.
I like to cross-stitch. It gives me else something to do while I’m just sitting around watching television. But I lose interest pretty quickly, so I keep switching between patterns. Right now I have 3 or 4 unfinished cross-stitch patterns. I’ll complete them eventually. The first cross-stitch piece I ever did is this one, which is now proudly displayed in my office:
I need to buy a doily to put under it so I can make it look extra dainty.
The New York Yankees
Like all arrogant Yankee fans, I expect my boys to go 162-0. Right now they have a disappointing 28-24 record. Meh. Fortunately,
the season isn’t even half over yet they’re still ahead of the Red Sox.
Every few weeks or so I have dreams about him. I had another one last night. I’m not sure why or how these dreams started. Although I’ve always liked Rush, Geddy didn’t do it for me when he was younger. But apparently he does it for me now, big time. I just hadn’t realized it during my waking hours. Maybe the Universe wanted to make sure I was aware of how much he rocks. And I have to say I think he looks pretty smokin’ hot in this photo.