Though of all the things I’ve heard Borat called, “queen” isn’t one of them.
Category: Signs of the Times
Star of Damocles
For various reasons, braved the crowds at South Coast Plaza yesterday. Oddly, it’s the easiest mall I’ve parked at all weekend. Getting to the Marketplace was a disaster, but that’s just because the streets are wholly inadequate to get cars in and out of the parking lot, and the Village (formerly the Mall of Orange) was just plain full.
At South Coast, as part of their Christmas decorations, they had these giant, shiny, 14-pointed stars hanging from the ceiling in several places.
Classic Christmas, but when you go down to the first floor and look up, there are all these giant, gleaming spikes hanging over your head.
It’s a little disconcerting. “Death from above!” is not something I want my holiday decorations to invoke.
Not quite botanical
Attended a friend’s wedding last weekend, held at the Quail Botanical Gardens in Encinitas (north of San Diego).
One constant feature of botanical gardens the world over is the collection of placards identifying each type of tree, shrub, or other plant. In the walled garden where the ceremony was held, they took it a step further:
Quantum Home
The only problem is, you can’t be absolutely certain of where the home is and what direction it’s going at the same time.
Flip-Floppers, all of ’em!
Spotted on a school marquee:
Gee, I hope none of them ever runs for office. Some opposing PAC group will dig this up as evidence of constant flip-flopping!
The Call of the Wild Noodle
The name of this restaurant reminds me of two things:
- A “Get Fuzzy” comic strip in which Bucky Katt proclaims that tofu tastes better in the wild. (Rob had to tell him it was an animal to get him to eat it, and of course Bucky had to boast about his hunting prowess.)
- The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest April Fool’s broadcast.
Get used to “disapointment”
Found written on a stairway tile:
Someone’s teacher might be disappointed in the spelling…