All my life I've wanted to be both funny and an actress so that I could do this kind of thing and make people laugh until they wet their pants:
I don't think that's too much to ask. Alas, for all my efforts the most success I've found was in the form of winning "Best Actress" in a ward talent show (humorously made out to Susan Krebs). I'll just have to stick to sharing hilarious videos instead of starring in them. C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Car Santa
I was walking across a large parking lot one day after wearily wending my way in the name of the Census, when my eye was caught by something out of the ordinary. I turned to see what had grabbed my attention and noticed a young gentleman with a large plastic bag over his shoulder. At first I assumed he was taking out the trash, but he was zig-zagging between cars on his way. I thought that perhaps he was OCD or something, and was unable to go in a straight line. Then I noticed there didn't seem to be a dumpster anywhere in the direction he was heading, so I payed even closer attention. I realized that he was grabbing at car doors as he passed, and I thought maybe he was going to drive to wherever the dumpster was and kept trying to get in the wrong car (not that I do that all the time or anything), but he didn't get in any of them, he just kept trying new doors.
For one last fleeting moment my bewildered brain struggled with what I was seeing:
a man in a doo rag,
with a plastic garbage bag over one shoulder,
systematically tugging at car handles only to move on upon finding them locked.
Finally my brain put it all together. Clearly the only reasonable explanation for this strange sight was that I'd caught a rare glimpse of the elusive Car Santa Claus, going from car to car leaving little presents for all the good girls and boys. So be sure to leave your doors unlocked, because you never know when he'll be headed your way!
PS - If you were wondering, after watching this for a bit I went into the main office and reported Car Santa lest his actions prove to be less than worthy.
For one last fleeting moment my bewildered brain struggled with what I was seeing:
a man in a doo rag,
with a plastic garbage bag over one shoulder,
systematically tugging at car handles only to move on upon finding them locked.
Finally my brain put it all together. Clearly the only reasonable explanation for this strange sight was that I'd caught a rare glimpse of the elusive Car Santa Claus, going from car to car leaving little presents for all the good girls and boys. So be sure to leave your doors unlocked, because you never know when he'll be headed your way!
PS - If you were wondering, after watching this for a bit I went into the main office and reported Car Santa lest his actions prove to be less than worthy.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Helpful hints from the US Government
I was recently hired as an employee of the US Census Bureau, which was awesome as I don't even want to say how low on cash I was running.
My bank account looked a little like this.
But despite the relief of a cash-inflow, the job itself combines all the prestige of a door-to-door salesman with the respect of a substitute gym teacher. It also generates about as much excitement as a snail parade. Therefore, it has been vital throughout the "censutizing" process (that's a real word, I swear) to find ways to amuse myself; starting with mocking my training materials.
I spent 4 days in intense training, and included in that training were some vital safety tips from the government. These were hilarious mostly because a person reading them was forced to imagine that someone, at some point, actually found themselves in these situations. Just like the amusing HOT warnings on all McDonald's coffee cups, these safety tips must have their origins somewhere. So I'm going to write a few of them here and let your imaginations do the rest.
I do realize, of course, that this list could be taken from the hilarious to the horrifying depending on how you look at it. It isn't so much the concepts that I'm amused by (being eaten alive by dogs is a fear of mine second only to being eaten alive by sharks), it's more the careful wording. How, I ask you, could someone hiding beneath your low rider car be waiting to "charge" your ankles? Are we talking about some sort of Chucky-like living doll that hides under cars waiting to pounce? That's what I instantly imagine: some type of tiny person in a tiny tank preparing to charge.
And what about someone waiting for an elevator would make you suspicious enough to wait for the next car, and what excuse would you use? I imagine some mean looking bully standing loitering in a lobby, and as I notice him I veer away from the elevator mumbling something about being in the wrong building because I don't want him to steal my lunch money.
As for the dog issue, how exactly do you show a dog that you're submissive - roll over on your back?? Again, my vivid imagination springs to life, picturing me grabbing a nearby child to use as a shield per my government issued instructions while I repeatedly tell the dog that it's the boss of me.
While I would never want to learn just how valuable this information is (what if I actually need to use my running shoes to escape?), I can't help but be grateful for it now because of the giggles it has brought to me. Thanks, US Government, for looking out for my well-being in the funniest way I can imagine.
My bank account looked a little like this.
But despite the relief of a cash-inflow, the job itself combines all the prestige of a door-to-door salesman with the respect of a substitute gym teacher. It also generates about as much excitement as a snail parade. Therefore, it has been vital throughout the "censutizing" process (that's a real word, I swear) to find ways to amuse myself; starting with mocking my training materials.
I spent 4 days in intense training, and included in that training were some vital safety tips from the government. These were hilarious mostly because a person reading them was forced to imagine that someone, at some point, actually found themselves in these situations. Just like the amusing HOT warnings on all McDonald's coffee cups, these safety tips must have their origins somewhere. So I'm going to write a few of them here and let your imaginations do the rest.
- Wear comfortable walking shoes. These shoes may come in handy should there be a need to run.
- Be cautious when riding elevators. If you are suspicious of another passenger, wait for the next car.
- As you walk towards your vehicle, scan beneath the vehicle for persons waiting to charge out at your ankles.
- Although some pets may be friendly, not all are friendly to strangers. Put something between you and a dog, such as a bag.
- If confronted by a dog, be submissive but do not run. If you run, the animal might try to knock you to the ground.
I do realize, of course, that this list could be taken from the hilarious to the horrifying depending on how you look at it. It isn't so much the concepts that I'm amused by (being eaten alive by dogs is a fear of mine second only to being eaten alive by sharks), it's more the careful wording. How, I ask you, could someone hiding beneath your low rider car be waiting to "charge" your ankles? Are we talking about some sort of Chucky-like living doll that hides under cars waiting to pounce? That's what I instantly imagine: some type of tiny person in a tiny tank preparing to charge.
And what about someone waiting for an elevator would make you suspicious enough to wait for the next car, and what excuse would you use? I imagine some mean looking bully standing loitering in a lobby, and as I notice him I veer away from the elevator mumbling something about being in the wrong building because I don't want him to steal my lunch money.
As for the dog issue, how exactly do you show a dog that you're submissive - roll over on your back?? Again, my vivid imagination springs to life, picturing me grabbing a nearby child to use as a shield per my government issued instructions while I repeatedly tell the dog that it's the boss of me.
While I would never want to learn just how valuable this information is (what if I actually need to use my running shoes to escape?), I can't help but be grateful for it now because of the giggles it has brought to me. Thanks, US Government, for looking out for my well-being in the funniest way I can imagine.
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