Si. Vale.

I have the best best friend in the entire world. Not only is she the most excellent friend anyone could ever want, she is a kick ass mother who has raised two beautiful children. One of those children, the boy, is a surfer and is about to turn 21. The other child, the girl, is 23 and is currently in Spain being a nanny. What's that? Oh, right. Excuuuuse me. An au pare. It's soooo European. Call it what you will, she's there. And now she's blogging about her experiences. Do you see where this is going? Of course you do.

I was so honored to be one of the first three to be instructed to read the aforementioned blog (the other two being her mother and her dog), that I felt the need to mention it here. I gave it a read and she's pretty funny. Granted, there's only one real entry at this point (if you don't count the part where she recounts accidentally calling "fruit" "bitches" in Spanish, as her mastery of the language has not yet peaked), but I anticipate it turning into quite the continuing saga. Give her a read if you feel like it. http://haleyclanton.tumblr.com/

Oh, and I was also instructed to mention that her mom loves her very much. I thought I could squeeze it in somehow above, but that didn't turn out so well. Her mom really loves her and is really super proud of her. So there.

What Is This Relic?

I was out and about today and I saw the item pictured below. It looked vaguely familiar, but I just couldn't quite place it. It was like it came from another time and another place. It almost kind of looks like a precursor to my cell phone, but with all of those buttons on there and that long cord-like looking thing, it couldn't be. Well, whatever it is, I found it fascinating.

When Harry Met Sally Part Deux

OK, so I may or may not be a little intoxicated at the moment. Fine. I am. But that's not going to stop me from making my daily post. It might stop me from making an ovelry amusing or overly interesting post, but it won't stop me from posting. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Intoxicated. Anyway, to fulfill my daily postdom, here is a video of what "When Harry Met Sally" would be like if they did a sequel. They're not drunk. I don't think. If it doesn't work or it plays something completely different, try clicking here and see if it's there. If it doesn't, I really can't help you. I'm drunk, remember?

When Harry Met Sally 2 with Billy Crystal & Helen Mirren from Billy Crystal

The Adolf Abode

It's been a while since Hitler was mentioned. Mentioned here, that is. Hitler is all over the place anywhere else you look. Seriously. Do a Google News search for Hitler. I turned up over ten full pages of stuff on Das Fuhrer. How is that possible? There isn't anything particularly Hitler-esque going on at the moment, so what's with all of the references? You know, he was pretty bad and all, but it's not like he was the worst dictator that ever lived or anything. I'm not trying to imply that Hitler gets a bad rap, because he pretty much gets the rap that he deserves. I'm just saying that I'd really like it if people could mix it up a little bit once in a while. Maybe a Mao reference or a nod to Stalin once in a while. Hideki Tojo, anyone? Pol Pot? Why have we forgotten about Pol Pot? Wow. I digress.

The point of this was to bring Hitler back to this blog. And I'm doing so by way of a picture of a house that was spotted someplace in Wales called Swansea. That's right a house. It's a house. And it looks like Hitler. It's pretty funny if you think about it. Then again, a house that looks like any human being would be pretty amusing. It just so happens that it's Hitler in this instance. It's still funny. Behold!

See? What? You don't see it? Of course you do! It's got the little mustache (previously known as "The Chaplin") and the parted hair! How about a side by side comparison? Behold!

It looks just like him! Will wonders never cease? I guess not. What's next? A shed that looks like Saddam Hussein? A condo sporting the features of Mussolini? Who knows? But stay tuned! The next ridiculous building appearance compared to that of a human is probably right around the corner.

Internet Safety Circa Mid-1990s

Let's take a walk back in time to an era when the Internet was just beginning. And let's watch a video that gives us some tips about online safety for kids. Because sometimes things will come up on your screen that you haven't seen before. Hell, there will be some things on your screen that most adults haven't seen before. (Granted, now that the Internet has been around for a while, there isn't much that anyone hasn't seen before. I find it unfortunate that you can't unsee things. I have some pretty disturbing images blazed into my brain.) And this video aims to warn you of them. It also gives you a lovely image as to what an online perv might look like. (Hint: If you imagined him with a child molester moustache and a sleeveless T-shirt, step forward to claim your prize.) And look, I'm not trying to say that the messages in this video aren't valid. They are. And the bottom line is that people lie on the Internet (Great Scott!) and there's a lot of porn out there. I just find this little snippet of nostalgia a rather amusing way of trying to keep everyone safe. (And just in case you were wondering, no, I don't know why they're chatting with what appears to be Microsoft Word.)

Late To Her Own Funeral

I'm not much for dwelling on the deaths of celebrities from the days of yore. But I just learned something about Elizabeth Taylor's funeral that I found interesting and highly amusing. It's also something that I am going to implement into my own funeral service one day. (And that day will probably not ever come quick enough for me. I've thought about titling my autobiography "Sprinting Toward The Grave - The Story of Me". But, I'm sure that I'm going to live a very long life, filled to the brim with frustration and annoyance at every day occurrences, politics and bureaucracy. That would be just my luck.)

From the folks over at AOL News, we learn that Elizabeth Taylor was buried at Forest Lawn Cemetery yesterday and things did not start on time. No. According to her publicist (Elizabeth Taylor still needed a publicist?), Sally Morrison, "The service began 15 minutes after its announced start time in observance of Taylor's parting wish that her funeral start late." That's right. Taylor had left instructions asking for the tardy start and had requested that someone announce, "She even wanted to be late for her own funeral," Morrison said. I find that to be just awesome. That's what I want to do. Make people laugh one last time after I'm dead. That's a true entertainer right there. Nice job.