Thursday, March 15, 2012

Funky Connecticut

For kicks, I googled "funky Connecticut." I'm no longer in the New York, and I wondered where to find funk in Connecticut. I also thought it would be funny to see what came up. So, what did I get? The Vanilla Bean Cafe came up as the first few results. Where is it in relation to me?

I'm near point A on the map below. The Vanilla Bean Cafe is at point B.


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It's about as far away as it can be while still being in the state. Not that this is all the funk Connecticut has to offer, but that's a long way to go.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Talkin' Poop On TV

I don't mind talking about poop. Changing diapers means I'm intimately acquainted with it, but there's a time and place for everything. And for me, more often than not, that time is not in a 30-second commercial.

You're probably all acquainted with the Charmin Bears. We've been watching them in the woods taking care of business for about a decade. Even after all this time, I still think, "Why are they showing these bears on their wood thrones leaving toilet paper bits on their asses? And why am I still watching it?"



I thought that was the limit of doody on TV. Then I saw this commercial for the first time this week. It's apparently been running for at least a year, but it's only recently that I take notice of ads for baby items. The other reason I noticed it is because it reminds me of my worst diaper-exploding nightmare.



I'm not a fuddy-duddy. (Really, I'm not!) I guess I'm just resisting the push to get real about what happens in the bathroom.