Canadian Doppelganger

September 2, 2011 5 Comments read Everything is Terrible

Yesterday, while I was wandering through Victoria, I spotted this sign:

I wouldn’t normally take much note of a sign like this–it’s about a fast food chain I don’t give a rip about opening in a city I have visited a grand total of once, but the incorrect use of “your” instead of “you’re” grabbed my eyes like high-powered magnets. Excuse me for being Golgar the Grammarian but those sorts of errors are maddening to me, given that the company is enormous and several sets of eyes had to pass over this before it was approved to go to press and not ONE person noticed it. Particularly given that all of these people are gainfully employed, but as the gentleman at the unemployment office told me on Tuesday “You no have education, that why no one give you job.”

When I got home and looked at the photo on my computer, I noticed that someone else also felt some self-righteous grammar rage:

Thank you, grammar rage twin. Thank you.

If there’s a task that must be done, don’t turn your tail and run. Don’t pout! Don’t sob! Just do a half-assed job.

September 2, 2011 Comments Off read Uncategorized

My dad rolled into town on Wednesday, and part of the process of convincing him I’m a mature adult was scraping off the fifteen months of grime and dog fur I’d allowed to accumulate on my car. He always notices car stuff, so it was vacuumed, rinsed, scrubbed, sprayed, scrubbed some more, coated with rainbow unicorn jizz goop that smelled like candy, and clearcoated. It was immensely satisfying watching all of the gunk that had gathered in the nooks and crannies of the car get blasted out with a high pressure jet of water, and it was even more satisfying to pretend I was the unicorn jizzing rainbow goo all over everything. After that, we put air in the tires, coolant in the radiator, and windshield wiper fluid in the reservoir. When it was all done, I actually did feel sort of like an adult for approximately three and a half minutes!

Where the hell am I supposed to find silver bullets? K-Mart?

September 1, 2011 4 Comments read (f)Art, Attractions, Pacific, Travel, USA, Washington, West

Of course, no trip to Long Beach would have been complete without a stop at Marsh’s Free Museum. It seems like they’ve actually scaled down some of the mayhem in their store–either that, or I’ve grown used to their brand of chaos.

Still, there were some things on the wall that I’d never noticed before–supposedly mythical creatures that had been captured and taxidermied as proof, like the South Florida Swamp Ape, or the Greek LambClops or the Wyoming Werewolf.

Ever since I saw a Real! Taxidermied! Werewolf!, it made me think a little bit more about werewolves in popular culture. Teen girls, have you really been getting lathered up over this guy?

I guess there’s no accounting for taste.