there’s nothing like a good dare

I enjoy having fun as much as the next guy, especially if the next guy is…fun. Don’t worry about that double use of “fun” — there’s no redundancy in fun.

Anyway, as usual, the French have their panties (or maybe it’s their berets) in a wad over the whole Islamic religious head-covering thing. Evidently, they have banned these coverings. I’m wondering how that’s going to play out. That’s not me being snarky — that’s me really wondering. Cuz you know, I have a lot of Jewish friends who like their yarmulkes, and while I’m not partial to wearing a veil in church, it is certainly a part of my heritage. I wore a mantilla at my wedding.

So where is this going? Seems to me they opened the doors to their feared “watering down” of French culture, and now they wanna get those horses back in the barn? Good luck with that.

I suppose if I’m really being sympathetic I could say “Bon chance.”

Seems to me they’re missing out on a great opportunity to cash in on some new trends. Check this out:

The Laptop Burka

This product, designed to help shield you from the sun’s glare while enjoying the use of your laptop, seems like it should be a runaway hit. I wonder if I could use it to blend in while I secretly text my friends, eat a candybar while I’m on a diet, or maybe just pick my nose. Check it out here.

oh sure, i write on OTHER people’s blogs…

Don Quixote -- chasing windmills isn't a waste of time

My friend, Dulcinea, seems to think it’s a risk she’s willing to take when she lets me guest-post at Just Another Day of Catholic Pondering. It seems to all the world that she has sought me out for this delightful honor, blablabla. The truth is, I bribed her with promises of Oreos. They never get to her, because, um, I eat them, but she doesn’t know that.

Please follow the link to see what I have to say about summer and adult sippy drinks, and since you’re there why don’t you leave a comment. It won’t make up for eating her Oreos, but comment love is kinda like virtual Oreos.

Ok, not really, but you can be nice and then maybe she’ll invite me back.

I feel a rant coming on…

It’s probably not directly related to the fact that the french fries were so salty it rendered them inedible, or that after rifling through a ridiculous amount of wasted napkins there was no straw…

or that after pulling into the gas station and up to the pump, and getting out of the car do I discover the credit card thingie taped up with no sign or any other direction. Every other visible pump had the same tacky cover up…

or this interminable and oppressive heat…

or the general state of affairs of poor customer service.

Or even interacting with cranky pants everywhere, no doubt also affected by all of the above.

No. It’s obviously me.

I clearly don’t smile enough.

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