Rambling Rhodes

Hee Haw!

Well, this week, for me, seems to be revolving around "Silence of the Lambs," for whatever reason. First, I came across the Buffalo Bill theme music, "Goodbye Horses," which I linked to in the preceding post. Then, a DONKEY WENT AND FELL DOWN A WELL.

The picture that runs with the story is funny all by itself: the imploring look on the donkey's face; the firefighter apparently scratching his head in bemusement. You can almost imagine the donkey screaming, in a Catherine Martin sort of wail: "Don't leave me here!"

But then there's this picture:

"It puts the lotion on its fur, or else it gets the water. . . Brrrr!"

Having a Little Pun

Ryan says: Maybe he's singing "GOOD BUY HORSES."

Ryan says: It may be a song about a discount horse outlet.

Caroline says: That's a different angle.

Caroline says: So are the horses at Good Buy Horses second-hand horses?

Caroline says: Or perhaps they have slight defects, which is why they can be sold for less.

Ryan says: No, no. They're a Good Buy.

Caroline says: Wow. That sounds too good to be true.

Ryan says: Now, if the chain was called Good Buh Bye horses, you may have a valid point.

Caroline says: Good Buh Bye Horses: Our Horses Are "Meh"

Ryan says: See Ya Stables!

Ryan says: Exiting Equestrians!

Caroline says: Hay Hay Horses!

Caroline says: We're Neiiiigh-ver Undersold!

Ryan says: Foal me once, shame on you. Foal me twice. . .

Ryan says: Supposed to be colt this weekend.

Caroline says: Brrrr ... filly!

Ryan says: You know, I just had a thought.

Caroline says: Get out!

Ryan says: What if it's "Good Bi-Horses?"

Caroline says: Well, that's a horse of a different color!

Ryan says: That'a whole different avenue entirely.

Ryan says: That would almost be. . .

Ryan says: Okay, I'm reaching on this one. . .

Ryan says: Geighhhhh.

Caroline says: Oh no you DI'N'T.

Ryan says: *meekly* I did.

Ryan says: It was bad, wasn't it?

Caroline says: Well, since you mentioned it ... yes.

Ryan says: I feel like such a horse's ass.

Caroline says: It was pretty sad(dle).

Ryan says: I was just trying to stirrup a little humor.

Caroline says: Some good, clean, unbridled humor.

Ryan says: I'll try to rein it in a little.

Caroline says: How very chivalrous of you. (Yes, it was a reach; but "cheval" means horse in French)

Ryan says: You FAIL!

Caroline says: Now, don't put the cart before the horse. I think I'm still in the game.

Ryan says: I'll let you back in, but you're. . . bare(ly)back.

Caroline says: Thanks for spurring me on.

Ryan says: I'm chomping at the bit to come up with something better.

Caroline says: It's tough to do without beating a dead horse, you know?

Ryan says: Think of the poor horse, being beaten even after it's dead. That mustang.

Caroline says: (grroooooooooan)

Ryan says: Why the long face?

Just so you know

I've been updating the Vacation Pics post below, if you're interested.

Heart Stoppage

Nothing quite like coming to work on an eerily familiar clear, cool, September 11 Tuesday morning, transcribing an interview while skimming an article about the sixth anniversary of 9/11. . . and having an entire Rochester IBM site-wide electrical outage.

Things are back to normal now. But. . . GAH!

No Offense Intended

I normally get a kick out of Pepsi and Mountain Dew promotional sweepstakes. They're an amusing diversion and, truth be told, I won $175 over the course of the last two promotions, so I have to admit to having a very slight financial interest in the sweepstakes.

But honestly, the latest promotion is just completely lame. It's dubbed "CALL YOUR PLAY" and the prizes, such as they are, are practically unattainable even if you engage your wildest imagination.

And then there's the animated image of Reggie Bush. Look, I'm sure Mr. Bush was offerred an enticing endorsement package, but even he couldn't have imagined how awful he'd be presented in this promotional campaign. I mean, seriously, there's even a replayed bit of him dabbing at his eye with his finger and then wiping his finger on his shorts. How disgusting is that? He couldn't have known the camera was recording at that instant, and he certainly couldn't have known the good people at Pepsi would get together in a boardroom and say "That's great! That's real! Athletes also get eye goobers that need to be dabbed! This will certainly win points with the common folk!" Why not just have him pick his nose and play with his boogers? Or maybe pick at his ass crack? The possibilities are endless.

NOTE TO Pepsi PEOPLE: This post is just a personal critique and should not in any way prevent you from awarding me either an HDTV or a GMC Sierra, even though the odds of me winning either are slimmer than me launching myself to Mars with a burst of my own flatulence.