Mums, buttons, Japan...random

Blog, I got in some hot water with the Randometer for yesterday's post.  Just not random enough to qualify, to his way of thinking.  So I am determined to please him today by bringing up the three randomest things I can think of.

RANDOM THING 1

In my blog perusals this morning I came upon a post in The Artful Crafter about homecoming mums.  It seems unbeknownst to me, there is this tradition in certain parts of the southern U.S.  In these places, homecoming mums are not the simple flowers we wore for that occasion when I was in high school.  No, they are homemade extravaganzas contrived of pompoms, ribbons, stuffed animals, etc. that to me resemble what would happen if you ate a Michaels store too fast and regurgitated a sort of crafty-hairball.  As you can see in the photo, Blog, these dealies are not tasteful nor even especially wearable.  They certainly must outweigh one's homecoming dress. 

I found this page from back in 2007 when moms in Plano, Texas were selling homecoming mums, and being the high-tech sort of Texans, made themselves a web page to advertise their wares.  "Buy your mums and garters from the Planoettes’ Bootbackers Booster Club Mum Moms in the school cafe during lunch," reads the ad.  I dare you to say that three times fast, Blog.  It also instructs "Look for the Mum Moms!"  This is all out of the realm of my Wisconsin experience, but I'm guessing the "Mum Moms" would be easy to spot.  Readers who have indulged in this tradition, do share.  I need firsthand comfirmation this is really happening.  And that the boys wear them too (?).

RANDOM THING 2

Readers recall when I determined to invent a new word and see that it became famous.  Well, I can't say that bizarradore has hit the big time yet.  Never you fear though, Blog...last night Davie and I came up with another idea to try.

We were watching "Colorsplash" with David Bromstad on HGTV.  At the same time, we both thought David had referred to some whimsical decor item as "button."  As in, "Ooh, that's button!"  We're both pretty sure he actually said "fun," but felt strongly that "button" would have been more fun.  So now we're trying to see if we can get button to catch on.

There are not degrees of button, so you can't say "that's totally button."  There's no opposite of button either, so you can't say, "that is so not button."  You CAN simply say, "That's button," or "I think you're button," or "This cake is button."

Think middle-class, white, middle-aged translation of the slang term "buck," and you should do fine with it.  And if we can get the rappers and krumpers to use the term "button," well...that would be button.

RANDOM THING 3

Davie found this video the other day on the website WTF Japan Seriously.  First of all, what could be more random than a website called "WTF Japan Seriously"?  Random, and yet justified, if you have been exposed at all to the insanity that is Japanese game shows.  Anyway, this one really takes the cake.  It is rated for mature audiences not because it's truly racy, but because the point of the game show, apparently, is to "not ram the boobs."  I mean that so very literally.  If you don't believe me, watch.



Blog, I can confirm that that just sent Randometer off the chart.  Thank you, Japan.  You have outdone Texas, and for that we say, you're button.

Cell phone selfies

Dear Blog, today I just had to share with you how cool this jewelry set is with my outfit today.

I made this set with some super awesome stones that no sooner had I bought them (with a gift card from friends John & Jeri, thanks guys!), I totally forgot what they were called. See extreme close-up....

Anyhoo, I flipped when I saw the combo, and I was like, geez, I’d love to show this to Blog!

Well, that of course entailed a photo, and I was in a rush to get ready for work so I just grabbed my cell phone ’Berry. I’ve tried to take selfies with ’Berry before with little success. But you know the key to the thing? Do it with a mirror! Like this:

1.  stand in front of mirror
2.  point phone camera at self
3.  watch reflection of image on phone till you dig it
4.  click and cheer for cell phone selfie success

’Berry ws pleased and wanted to make this selfie his wallpaper but I put the kibosh on that. It’s not like I’m as attractive as this tiger head I currently have as wallpaper. (Sometimes ’Berry is a bit of a dumb phone.)

In other news, Blog, this morning at work we got a complaint from a customer in Toronto about the fact that he had to register to download CAD models from our website. He griped crabbily about it but then closed with “I hope you don’t think all Canadians are bad.” No, Customer, but I do think one or two of them are very cutely passive-aggressive. (Maybe he was worried because of how the Canadian women’s hockey team celebrated their gold medal.)

I also gave my associate and friend Matt the gift I made for his upcoming (outcoming?) baby. He really liked it a lot. It’s very cool to me to think something I made has a shot at becoming a baby’s favorite pal, the one s/he sleeps with, drools on and vomits between the ears of like I did as a kid with Bugsie. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

And, Blog, congrats are due today to daughter Katie for paying off her car, Bloodball.

What’s that? You want the Broadway post? Soon, my little digital friend, soon.