Pittsburgh's Crime Wave: Chicken Graffiti Vandal Strikes Again
Posted Last Week
The tweet from the Pittsburgh Police begins:
'Pittsburgh Bureau of Police Graffiti Squad detectives seek the public's help in identifying a male suspected of spray-painting graffiti inside a Southside pub and possibly elsewhere.'
It goes on to outline the details of the crime. On 1 December, a 21-year-old male with long brown hair entered Rugger's Pub shortly after midnight. After ordering a drink, he went into the bathroom. Moments later (keep this in mind!), he left the bar.
Patrons complained that there was a strong (and apparently, unusual) odor coming from the bathroom. 'Staff found the image of a chicken freshly painted on the walls and mirror.'
The cops say this isn't the only place this has happened. Similar graffiti have been found elsewhere in Southside and Oakland, where the big universities are. The police don't say, but I'm thinking they should look for an art student with a quick-draw style.
Pittsburghers are no help. They're tweeting back with art criticism.
You probably don't know the chicken graffiti vandal, and wouldn't tell us if you did, but feel free to offer your views of this picture:
Elektra thought it was a turkey. I'm inclined to agree.
Will That Salt Lamp Emit Curative Ions?
Posted Last Week
If you're a science , please read this brilliant article from Snopes.com:
Not only is it a wonder of logic and research, but it is genius writing.
I have tears in my eyes. Tears of joy and mirth. I recommend reading it aloud to a loved one. Take deep breaths intermittently. Laughing that hard is a choking hazard.
Boxing Day Jollity
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
Yeah, I know Boxing Day was two days ago. It took us a day to recover. And then last night, we were watching 'The Madness of King George' while eating sandwiches. I lost a crown. (It's not really lost, it's in a plastic bag now.) Elektra made crown puns. She's been hanging around me too long. The dentist isn't back until Monday. So it goes. No more gluten free baguettes.
Anyhow, Boxing Day was a mad whirl at the farm, and a good time was had by all. I thought we'd have more room afterwards, what with getting all the gifts out of the linen closet, but we came back loaded with gifts from loved ones, so it was merely a matter of redistributing Stuff.
You will be the recipients of some of this largesse: my sisters raided an antique store for a huge stack of sheet music, most of which even I have never heard of. Watch for videos of such classics as 'When All My Blackbirds Turn Blue'. At least, I think that was the title. And something about a shack in Killarney.... And, of course, Rudolf Friml.
The farm looked so pretty at night, with its Christmas decorations, that I thought we should share and enjoy:
High tech lighting on a 200+-year-old house. Not bad.
Deck Us All with Wrapping Paper
Posted 4 Weeks Ago
Day 1 of Christmas: a lazy day, with hot coffee and gifts for all.
Lola liked her gift that came all the way from down South. The kitties enjoyed the wrapping paper. They insisted on being cute for the camera.
So here's the result:
May you be warm, happy, and doing something amusing right now. s all 'round!
Carolling, Carolling Now We Go
Posted 4 Weeks Ago
'Tis the season for carolling. Melinda Kathleen Reese thinks it's also the season to let Google Translate loose on the carols. Enjoy her mini-concert:
Don Caron of The Parody Project is still gleeful about November's midterm election results. He bursts into song about the end of the 'White Congress':
Don's rhyming abilities continue to astound. Also his ability to fit complicated political ideas into pop song lyrics.
'Oh,' I hear you say (in my warped imagination). But what have *you* been doing this carolling season? It's too cold to sing outside. Also, it's too hard to carry a piano around. So Sis and I went over to the public library and played their new, slightly out-of-tune baby grand. Yes, two of the patrons were asleep. What's it to you? The ambience was restful. The overstuffed leather chairs and sofas are way too comfortable. The bear statue in the back of the main reading room didn't seem to mind the noise. He was rearing next to the Christmas tree. No, I don't know why there's a bear statue in the library.
Yes, children, that's a Carnegie library. Fittingly. Little Andy got the seed money for US Steel by harvesting oil not twenty miles from this library. These days, it's a quiet place except for the piano playing.
Happy Christmas to all!