When you don’t have an umlaut the convention is to add a lowercase e after the vowel, like Heinrich Böll becomes Heinrich Boell. Or Moetley Cruee. The Garden Weasel was invented by a German guy named Gerhard Gütschow (Gerhardt Guetschow) who may very well be the actor Gert Gütschow who was featured in a 1988 film called “Einer trage des anderen Last” although that was an East German movie and the Garden Weasel was shown at a Cologne (Köln) trade show in 1974 and I’m not sure how permeable the border between the two Germanies was to spiky garden gadgets.
Monday, August 25, 2025
Monday, August 18, 2025
Bunny Ears
They keep trying to come up with a better technology than shoelaces for footwear closure and they keep failing and reverting to the method that we can observe on the earliest preserved prehistoric examples such as those leathery bog people. You got rubbery cords and velcro and buckles and buttons and whatever you call those weird slotted doohickies on galoshes and they all work worse than string. But what I really wanted to point out is how most people when they eat a Milky Way bar peel it and throw away the wrapper. But that’s where all the vitamins are.
Monday, August 11, 2025
Me? I'm sticking with chinchillas.
“Cracking the Code: Unveiling Strategies for Consistent Powerball Success." "LOTTERY SECRETS - They Don't Want You To Know About." "Secrets of Winning Powerball." I didn’t make these titles up. You could, hypothetically, buy one of these books. But that presupposes that you could read, that you believe there are secret methods that a shadowy “they” are keeping from you that if you only knew them you’d be rolling in dough, and most important that you accept that somebody who knows the secrets to winning billions of dollars would opt to share those secrets with any jamoke with $7.99 to spend.
Monday, August 4, 2025
plink plank plunk
Just as there are people who intentionally eat Velveeta cheese, watch Gilligan’s Island reruns, or jump out of perfectly good airplanes for fun, there are people who enjoy hearing the sound of the banjo. Not me. It’s like chewing ice cubes. It’s like stubbing your toe or a grapefruit that squirts in your eye. I admit there are talented and creative banjoists producing wonderful music. They do so in spite of the instrument. Some say the banjo was brought here from Africa but that is a vile slander and I’m tired of seeing Black people getting the blame for everything.